Adrian Blackthrone. The battlefield was filled with chaos. Blood, fire, and the stench of betrayal filled the air, thickening it, making it almost impossible to breathe. My body ached, my muscles screamed with exhaustion, but it was nothing compared to the pain clawing at my heart.Zane stood befor
Morana Ambrose. My heart raced as I struggled against the hunters holding me down, my wrists burning from their iron grip. Rowan and Derek were fighting desperately by my side, but there were too many. Too many enemies, and too little time.I was losing this fight.I could feel it—my magic draining
I pushed forward, lending my magic to Adrian. I could feel his exhaustion, feel the weight of his battle-worn body, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.Carlisle turned his attention to me, his eyes narrowing. “You think you can defeat me, Daughter?”I didn’t answer. Instead, I attacked with everyt
Morana Ambrose. "Rowan! Rowan!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, my voice raw and hoarse as I cradled Hazel’s body in my arms. Blood soaked the ground beneath us, her once vibrant life slipping away like sand through my fingers. "Stay with me, Hazel! Please!"My hands trembled, pressing against t
He barely dodged, stumbling back again, eyes wide in shock. For once, the arrogance had drained from his face. Now, he looked wary.He should be.From the corner of my eye, I saw Endeavour charging toward me. Without hesitation, I turned, directing my fire at him. Flames engulfed him in an instant,
Morana Ambrose. My breath came in short, desperate bursts as I dodged another blast of black magic from Carlisle. His eyes glowed with malice, dark energy radiating from him in waves as he sent another spell flying toward me. He somehow gained more dark magic Adrian was beside me, his massive lycan
This couldn’t be happening. Not now.Through the haze of pain, I heard Adrian’s voice in my mind, a desperate command, but I couldn’t understand it. The bond between us was crackling with urgency, but the pain was too overwhelming, too all-consuming. I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t think.Adrian howled
Morana In the heart of the dark forest called Mistwood Hill, where the tall trees stood watch and the whispering wind danced through the leaves like graceful spirits, there was a symphony of sound that echoed through the night. I took careful steps as I monitored the plants along the banks of the