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He was clinging to me with all his strength,so tight like he was about to lose something dear. The healers were frantic and kind of confused, their hands pressing against my scorched and pale skin as they murmured prayers to gods who had never aided me. The tent's air was thick and stifling with heat and cold, saturated with the scent of blood and herbs. And amidst it all? I felt myself fading.Not into death.But into something else, something unexplainableSomething darker. ********* The whispers emerged first.Soft. Somhow Familiar. Did you really think you could kill me, little wolf?My breath caught. No. No, she was gone.

He tensed again at this recollection, and I'm sure he didn't want to remember the man that had stood there, dangling me by my neck. "What did you see then?" he asked tensely. "I don't remember really…all I remember was seeing flashes of woods and trees and wild wolves, and his name just came out of my mouth," I told him, thinking back. "And when it caused him to let go of me, I just went with it." Bryson sat for a moment, thinking about what I had told him. "I had seen in a book sometime that some werewolves are born with precognition. Maybe you are one of them?"

“Yes, you guessed right. I am Elara Thornfield. I am also a Ghost. And anyone who learns this secret has no right to live in this world.” She stood up, eyes blazing. “Xander Hawke, you touched my sister with this hand, right? You stared at her with those filthy eyes and dared to speak about her with that dirty mouth of yours. Sophia makes it clean. Cut off his hands, take out his eyes, rip out his tongue, and destroy his pride. Leave him on the streets to rot.” She turned to Mr. Hawke. “You will die in the worst way possible. Pray that your younger son is wiser than you and runs the company better. Because you won’t live to see it.”

A closed eye. Emily opened the book. The pages were blank. "What?" she muttered. She ran her hand over the paper. As her skin touched the page, words began to bleed into existence. They weren't written in ink. They were written in grey light. THE CODEX OF THE SLEEPER Entry 1: The Nature of the Anomaly. Emily read. And as she read, her world shifted. "The Oneiric is not a witch. Nor a mage. The Oneiric is a glitch in the cycle of souls. A mortal spirit that crossed the Veil of Death but was rejected, returning to the living world misaligned."

A story of desire, growth, friendship, and emotional redemption. About the Author Dr. Julius Chinamo is an accomplished author, counselor, and speaker whose work weaves deep emotional insight with real-world experience. With a Doctorate in Christian Counseling and decades of practice supporting individuals and families, Dr. Chinamo brings a rare blend of empathy and wisdom to his writing. His stories are shaped by real conversations and real pain infused with hope, honesty, and the unshakable belief that healing is possible. Whispers of the Heart reflects his signature approach: storytelling rooted in emotional truth, connection, and the quiet strength of vulnerability.

She’s not a mommy’s girl nor a daddy’s girl. Askar Is a 17 year old who is Hindu and Immortal. Who cannot be destroyed. His Ancestors' religion is Hindu, which haunts him. He doesn’t quite fit well in his family. It all changes when he gets turned immortal by his human mom who births him.. His life flashes before his eyes seeing his mom die while birthing him will hunt him for all the years he shall live. Sooner than later he is a vampire trying to fit in with the humans. He isn’t like any other vampire, he doesn’t thrust for human blood. He is more disgusted with it, that each time his dad brought home some human for him to try, he would instantly puke it out. But what he really craves is a

" I helplessly turned my gaze back to Sushi. Sushi understood what I wanted so he continued speaking. I was hoping yond timeth, if 't be true I shall giveth the message, someone might be able to readeth it and taketh the warning. I didn't speak because even though the other words he used were a bit complicated, I understood what he wanted to say. But it was a failure because no one was able to decipher the message and it did remain as a mystery. It was written as: believeth yond peace is f'rev'r. But the dark entity is starting to rise again. Immortality is at stake. The dark l'rd hast risen. At which hour invasion starts from the heart. The creatures of the dark cometh fourth. The daylight

’ She muttered silently. With bated breath, Emma watched as Elder Ethan turned to the hidden chapter, the pages crackling with anticipation. The chapter revealed a forgotten prophecy, inscribed in ancient script. As Emma's eyes scanned the words, her heart raced with a mix of awe and trepidation. "The prophecy foretells the coming of a chosen one," Elder Ethan revealed, his voice tinged with a hint of awe. "A werewolf with a unique destiny—a destiny that intertwines with the fate of both our kind and the mortal realm."

She’d used the floating particles to make herself visible. Elsabet stared into the emptiness, averting her attention back to the book in her hands. The cover said, ‘The Book of Immortals’. Thick leather decorated with interweaving vines and roses. She recognized the depiction as the emblem found throughout the castle. Covering doors and tables, even the drawbridge. She drew a breath, realizing what she likely held. “Thank you.” Elsabet held it reverently as she made way back to her chair to read. It told of men who’d been born and raised in the Upper Lands, the world above Ardae, who’d found their way into Ardae to avoid a second persecution.

Libro Vitae whispered its voice harmonious. "Libro Vitae, please show me where Alastair is hiding," I asked. The book hummed in response. Libro Vitae became warm in my hands. The cover opened, pages flipped continuously until they suddenly stopped. The words on the page jumped off the paper, floating into the air, wrapping themselves around me. In a blink of an eye, I was pulled into the book. Light flooded my vision. Every sound echoed around me. Voices raced past me, speaking in riddles. Some shouting, screaming, others a dull whisper. Libro Vitae's voice became louder as I watched the trees form around me.