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The Prophecy Series Book Five

by N.A. Jameson

☀️ PNR RH Building Series

❤️ Vampires, Shifters, Demons, Mages, OH MY!

🌙 Sassy, Powerful FMC with Queen vibes

☀️ Sweet, Obsessed-with-their-mate, Possessive, MMCs

❤️ Fated Mates, Spicy

🌙 Series Finale - All the things.

The final book of the Prophecy Series brings us back to Atlantic City. Alana has all her men with her now as they prepare to beat the prophecy once and for all. Can she keep her men from killing each other? Will Maleki accept the others? This is their last shot to get it right, and there isn't anything Alana won't do for the ones she loves.

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In the remote wilderness of the Arctic, where the sky never truly darkened in summer and the winds howled through the frozen expanse, there existed a secret, whispered about by only the bravest souls. It was said to be an ancient library, hidden within the heart of a glacier. No one had ever mapped its exact location, but those who sought it believed that inside lay knowledge more powerful than any artifact in the world.

Clara, a young scholar obsessed with legends, had spent years studying old maps, dusty manuscripts, and tales from wanderers. She had heard the stories of the Ice Library from her grandfather, who spoke of the books it contained—books that could reveal the future.

One bitter winter, Clara decided to find it.

She trekked across treacherous tundra, battling fierce blizzards and following a faint trail of ancient symbols carved into rocks. After weeks of struggle, Clara stumbled upon the entrance: a narrow crack in the side of a glacier, hidden from the untrained eye. The air was thick with ice, but inside, the chill deepened.

The library was breathtaking. Rows upon rows of books, bound in strange, shimmering leather, floated in the air as if gravity had no hold there. The books were written in languages she couldn't read, yet they all glowed faintly. The warmth of their potential knowledge was palpable.

Clara approached the first book. It fluttered open, its pages crisp and ice-covered. The words shimmered and rearranged before her eyes, giving her a glimpse of her own future. She saw the upcoming years: her career, her travels, her relationships—all of it, laid out before her. But it wasn't unsettling. The future seemed certain, comforting.

Encouraged, Clara moved on, opening more books. Each one revealed something about her future, some trivial, others deeply personal. Yet each one felt benign, like a roadmap guiding her path.

But then she came across a book that stood apart. It was darker, its leather cracked, the pages thicker, almost like stone. When Clara touched it, the book quivered, almost alive. She hesitated. Something about it called to her, a whisper deep within her mind.

Against her better judgment, Clara opened it.

The words inside were unlike anything she had ever read. They were not prophecies, but warnings—warnings of a fate she couldn't escape. It described her future in vivid detail, but not the one she wanted. A tragedy so profound it would change the course of the world. A loss so great it would turn her into something unrecognizable. The future wasn’t one she could control, and the book spoke of choice, yet none could stop the inevitable.

Her heart raced as the library began to tremble. The ice around her cracked, and the whisper of the glacier itself seemed to grow louder, a growl that spoke of ancient powers disturbed.

Clara slammed the book shut, but the damage had been done. The Ice Library had felt her disturbance. It responded, the walls of ice pressing inward, an echo of the darkness she had just unlocked.

With panic surging, Clara fled the library, racing out into the storm. The path was no longer clear, the snow blinding, the winds howling. It was as though the glacier itself wanted to keep her from leaving.

Hours later, she emerged from the ice, breathless and trembling. She had escaped—but the memory of the book haunted her.

The Ice Library was not just a keeper of knowledge. It was a test, a challenge to those who sought to peer into their futures. Some could bear the truth, others could not. Clara had learned a vital lesson: some books were never meant to be opened.

A Dark Prophecy é uma marca paulistana focada em acessórios e itens místicos e alternativos.