Nina had expected to see books and potions stalked on shelves until they could touch the ceilings. Since it was the library of magic and science, she had expected to see one of those fancy features she had seen in the movies. But to her disappointment, what should have been books, were replaced with numerous white lights, hanging on the shelves and stretching into every direction as far as the eyes could see. Since she had not been in an electronic library before, she didn’t know what to expect or how to access any of the resources. Blue lights poured out from the ceilings, showing heavy radiance on the shelves. There was no window, and the vent only allowed filtered air, too toxic for the lungs. It smelled like old woods, mixed with lemon. From her findings, this library was the largest on the continent, holding at least every piece of knowledge since the breaking of the world and after. She had even read somewhere that the librar

“Attention, attention. Please return to your various destinations. All units in the first hunt should please return to their various destinations” A feminine voice said over the hanging speakers. Damian and Catherine had hurried through the first gate. They had taken off the oxygen pipe on their nose and were making their way towards the hallway, where the men in white uniforms stood, with the analyzers, keeping track of everyone that came passing through. Each person still had their airbag, hanging freely on their backs, but none had the oxygen pipe. The air within the safe house was purified and would prevent the toxicity from the outside world. However, it had an identical smell to the air in the airbag and was a little bit moist and cold. “Good to see you, Mam.” The blond-haired girl—standing at the gate—smiled at Catherine and nodded to Damian. Catherine only returned the smile with a shrugged shoulders before raising her hands for the girl to run the analyzer over her body.

Vick grunted with irritation and followed the leading stairs, towards the front door, which had a wolf crest engraved on it. The familiarity brought back a feeling which made her want to close her eyes and inhale deeply. How long has it been? Two years? She rubbed the bridge of her nose, easing her shoulders as she promenaded. It didn’t matter. What matters is that she was home, she had brought back her last game, her last catch before winter. She was ready to be laid off, to resign from this life that she had lived since she could barely walk. If only Luke could see her now. If only he were alive to see what she had accomplished in a short amount of time. Of the Dwellers that had ever lived, she was the greatest and the most popular—even though the council disagrees. The council could rest in the pit of hell for all she cared, she was the greatest and without her effort, she doubted the wall would still be standing.“Did you hear any words I said?”The protest of the other girl made

She is an Airnos. Carlos kneaded the side of his nose before drinking directly from the bottle. The August rain had left Bel Haven with its cold, mailing its winds to remind them of the fated winter. Soon the man in white would cap the world with its blistering teeth. Just a few months remaining and all the greens and wetness would become white and mean. Winter remains the only season most people dread. It was the blight of the world, the reminder of what was and would be.Carlos gulped the wine again, and beat twice on the brown door. He had tried using the bell, but the girl would not respond. Not that he blamed her, of course. Her anger was understandable. He had messed up and had not heeded her advice. Everything had returned to shambles. He was back to square one. No crew, no friends and no goddamn enemy. No, he had enemies. Carlos Stones has enemies within and outside the Nine continent. Everyone wanted him dead. The Emperor, for attacking his manor, the firstborn, for being a t

 Silence passed through the men and women seated across in circles, towering above them like spectators of a gladiatorial fight. From one end of the hall to the other, it kept the serenity, almost giving the place a ghost name. Occasions like this would have left the entire city shouldering themselves to find space. It was a wonder that the few people that were invited were only men and women from powerful houses, whose words and actions speak louder than those of common men. There were no children, just a bunch of individuals who thought they could rule the world by sitting within the space of their homes, waving their wand of authority over anything they strongly want to change. Within the stones, just before the vertical lines that tendril from the ceiling to the floor, another circular seat cut those towering, but in a semicircle, stretching until they caught the walls. At least, seven people were seated, dark eyes blending with the s