ALTHERIS series #1: AWAKENED
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  • Reads 466
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  • Parts 37
  • Time 2h 20m
Complete, First published Jun 16, 2023
"Dear diary," I wrote, the pen scratching against the paper. "I'm glad I found you today."

As soon as the last word was down, the ink started to spread. It soaked into the page, disappearing like it had been swallowed.

"What the-"

Before I could finish, words appeared on the page in elegant, old-fashioned handwriting.

I am glad you found me too, Kim.

I froze. My heart raced as I stared at the page. The words glowed faintly before settling into the paper.

"Nope. Nope. Nope," I said, backing away from the desk. My breath hitched.

The book didn't move, but the words stayed there, taunting me.

I grabbed it, flung it onto the floor, and screamed.

"WTF" I mouthed, still staring at it in shock



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Kim never thought much of the dusty attic, but when she discovers an ancient, mysterious book, everything changes. The book, seemingly alive, reveals secrets that awaken an ancient power, pulling Kim into a world of magic, danger, and dark forces. As shadows close in, Kim must uncover the book's mysteries before it's too late. But some secrets were meant to stay buried... and now they want her.

Unravel the mystery. Survive the awakening. The story is just beginning.
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