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Secrets II Third Person’s POV The peak of the Blood Wolves’ only mountain stood tall and majestic as it oversees the corners of the blessed land. The red bricked temple sitting silently at this peak gives off a sentient atmosphere that most dared not to disturb. And seeing the temple that has always been her place to hang out since she was a kid aroused the memories in Asha’s mind. It is also the place where she woke up after falling into the darkness when she was killed by Princess Regina.

He was livid. Not just because he had lost, but because of how it happened. The fight he had put so much hope in, two warriors he had trusted with his reputation, his pride, his revenge, had ended in humiliation. The Cindercloak warrior, Legion, who once burned through battlefields without mercy, had fallen without Vyrelen even breaking a sweat. And the cursed spirit of Ashland, an ancient being said to hold the wrath of the land itself, was destroyed like it was made of sand, not stone.

He’s on the ground, blood soaking into ruined earth, breath coming in broken, wet pulls that rattle more than they sustain. For the first time since I’ve known his name, Asher looks small. I remember the stories whispered about him when I was younger. The warnings. The fear that carried his name farther than his territory ever reached. Seeing him like this feels unreal—like watching a legend rot into something painfully human. Not weak he was never weak but diminished. Stripped of myth. Stripped of fear. Reduced to a body that bleeds like any other. He’s dying. But not fast enough.

"To every woman who was told she was too emotional, too soft, too ambitious. To every person who lost everything and had to start again. This is your reminder that we rise. And we rise stronger." That night, Natalie sat on the balcony of her penthouse, watching the stars return to a sky once clouded by doubt. Lila joined her with two glasses of wine. "You know," Lila said, handing her a glass, "I always believed you’d come back. But I never expected this." "Neither did I," Natalie admitted. "But maybe sometimes we have to be burned down to remember what we’re made of." Lila raised her glass. "To rising from the ashes."

She shifted to face the small window, viewing the moon which was coincidentally on the right angle of the small space, although misted by the passing clouds. Part of her wanted to shout, make a mess, claw at herself, yet her joints had long gone weak. For what reasons? Was it the tiredness? She didn't know. But for sure, what was left of her spent strength left her spirit. None of them hadn't seen their Alpha's injuries during the war, but they had always trusted him. So much that they believed he was a David against a Goliath, even if they ironically never gave the mortal Bible an inch of the value they give their moon goddess.

They laughed, tying me to a tree near the edge of a cliff facing eastward and they mocked me, saying, ‘they were told to make it slow. They left me there to die, tied to the tree, and I didn’t cry, I held my head high and I cursed them all with my final and last breath. “I swear upon my mother’s grave I will split you open.” I whispered these words to myself, refusing to cry, but my body still shook, because I was afraid. I finally cried when the fog cleared, and in the distance, I could see Imperator Seth’s estate, my future home, and I knew he had done this. He had tricked me, taken my hand in marriage, only to kill me, the last of my line.

He also wanted to see what kind of force the so-called Northern Wastelands Alliance was. When Ansley saw that Lucas had agreed, a happy smile appeared on her fair face. "Really? Senior." Lucas said frankly, "Do I look like to be joking?" ... Then, he placed the Apocalyptic Legion into the System Space. Ansley was shocked. Of course, she didn't expect that the Apocalyptic Legion would disappear in front of her eyes again. "Senior, what is going on?" Ansley only felt that Lucas was incomparably mysterious. After all, he had even killed the Seventh Demon General.

"I can't believe you still have the nerve to show yourself here, Prof. Stenson." "I've realized my mistake, Angela," he said hoarsely. "Please, just let me see her once. I need to explain—" "Explain?" Her voice shook with fury. "Explain how you were drinking champagne with Wynter while Chloe coughed herself sleepless? Or how you chased fame and glory while she gasped for air, waiting for you to save her?" Angela's eyes burned as she met his gaze. "Tell me, Silas—what makes you think she'd ever want to see you again?"

i say turning and heading for my office. Shoving the doors to my study open i walk in and see my beta lounging in the chair in front of my desk. A solider sitting in the chair next to him. Both of them jumping up and bowing " Alpha Damien i have urgent news from Genral warren". I stop short at his words"what everr it is, it better be good alex" I grumble taking my seat behind my desk grab my quill and ink and start writing. He steps forward a smile wide on his face "the General has reported back" his words snap my attention away from my ink. " They found the rouge out post just outside a village in Mongoria it's two days ride due north" the solider says taking a step forward" but the rouges

I had no interest in listening to him any longer. “Didn’t you say your arm was gone? It looks perfectly intact to me.” As soon as I finished speaking, his other arm thudded to the ground as well. Amid his agonized screams, parts of his body were torn away piece by piece until he was reduced to nothing, executed in the cruelest way possible. With my vengeance complete, an indescribable sense of satisfaction filled me. Queenie Aasen, who once cared for the world and acted with selfless righteousness, was gone.