Novels by Marghie

"You heard me." He wrenched her upright, spun her, pressed her chest against the mahogany surface where minutes ago lay budget proposals and departmental memos. Her cheek flattened against the cool wood. "Spread your legs, Professor. You've been giving it away to teenagers. Now give it to a man who's waited forty years to hear those words from a colleague."Her skirt. Jack's gnarled hands rucked the dove-gray wool up around her waist. The sound of her pantyhose tearing—that familiar ripping silk—drew a groan from someone across the table."No underwear," Jack announced. "She's bare under here. Comes to faculty meetings with her cunt ready and nothing between it and the world.""Because they make me," Haylie gasped. "The boys. Rule number one. No panties on campus. Ever. So they can take me whenever they want. In the library stacks. The locker room. The greenhouse after botany lab."Jack's belt buckle clinked. His cock, when it pressed against the cleft of her ass, felt ancient and hot

“On the desk,” Marcus said. The same command as the first night. The same bass in his voice that made her cunt clench.She spread herself across the polished wood. Theo had already set up—two phones now, different angles, a small tripod she’d seen him assembling with the care of a cinematographer. Jason worked lube into his fingers, warming it this time, a small courtesy she noticed and appreciated in some distant, analytical corner of her mind.“Pussy tonight,” Carter announced, stepping up. His cock was already out, thick and leaking, the same one she’d tasted in her mouth that first encounter. “I want to feel her come around me.”“Get in line,” Jason said. “I’m opening her ass.”The first cock pushed into her cunt without preamble. Carter wasn’t gentle—he was vengeful, each thrust a punctuation to some grudge she’d planted with a red pen weeks ago. “C-minus,” he grunted, pounding. “Look at you now. Taking my dick while you moan.”“She’s ready.” Jason’s slick thumb pressed into her

“I couldn’t sleep.” Her voice shredded itself against the quiet. “I keep feeling it. All of you. Inside me. And I—” A swallow. “I need it again.”Marcus leaned his forearm against the doorjamb, blocking the entry with his bulk. “You need what.”“Cock.” The word fell out of her, pathetically eager. “Your cock. Please. I’ll do anything.”His mouth twitched. “Anything’s a lot of ground to cover, Professor.”“Marcus.” She reached for his waistband. Her fingers were cold against the warm skin of his hip. “Use me. I don’t want to think anymore. I don’t want to be in charge. Just—fuck the lecture out of my head.”He let her wait through three full breaths. Then his hand closed over hers, guiding it beneath the elastic to the thick, heated length already stirring there.“Narrow bed,” he warned, stepping backward. “You’ll have to be quiet. Thin walls.”“I don’t care.”The bed was a twin, shoved against cinderblock, tangled sheets smelling of boy-sweat and cedar deodorant. Haylie crawled onto

The dual invasion stole her breath. Two cocks, thick and unyielding, separated by nothing but a thin wall of tissue. Marcus pulled out as Jason pushed in, a seesaw rhythm that turned her into a vessel for their coordination. The desk creaked beneath her. Lecture notes slid further across the polished wood."Look up," Marcus said.She couldn't. Her forehead pressed into the desk, hair falling in damp ropes around her face.A hand—Theo's—fisted in her hair and yanked her head back. The phone's camera lens blinked red in her peripheral vision. "Smile, Professor. You're the star of the lecture today."Another student stepped into her bleary sightline. Broad, sandy-haired, a jawline that hadn't quite shed its boyish softness. She'd marked his last essay a C-minus and written lacks rigor in red pen. Now his cock bobbed inches from her lips, flushed and leaking."Open." Not a request.Her mouth fell open. The head of him pushed past her teeth, salty and velvet-soft and too wide for her jaw.

"Say it," Marcus murmured. His thumb traced the edge of her bra strap, feather-light. "Just once. Be honest."Her voice, when it came, was barely a whisper. "Yes.""Louder.""Yes." The word cracked out of her, half-defiant, half-surrendered. "I want it."The transformation was immediate. Marcus's mouth crushed against hers—no tentative exploration, just a claiming. His tongue pushed past her lips, and she met it with her own, a duel rather than a dance. Behind her, Theo's hands released her wrists and instead gripped her hips, fingers digging into the wool of her skirt."On the desk," Marcus said, breaking the kiss. His voice had dropped an octave.Theo lifted her bodily, setting her on the edge of her own desk. Papers scattered. Her meticulously organized lecture notes cascaded to the floor like confetti. Some dark part of her celebrated the mess.Hands everywhere now. She couldn't track them all. Someone—maybe Jason—pulled her blouse open, buttons pinging against the floor. Her skir

Professor Haylie Bates rules Crestwood Academy with an iron fist, her sharp tongue and cold demeanor keeping every student in line. But when her overbearing academic pressure finally pushes her elite male students to the breaking point, the classroom door locks, and the power dynamic shifts forever. They don’t want an apology; they want her complete, unadulterated submission. Trapped between a thirst for control and a hidden, starving hunger, Haylie is about to learn that the only way to earn their respect is to get on her knees. One by one, she’s being broken—and for the first time, she doesn't want to be saved.******* PART 1Professor Haylie Bates adjusted her glasses with a precise, deliberate motion, the fluorescent lights of Classroom 4B catching the lenses in a way that made her look almost insectoid. Twenty-three young men sat before her, none of them older than twenty-one, all of them wearing the crisp navy blazers of Crestwood Academy."Your essays on post-colonial theory,"

JESSICA“Ganyan nga... ahhhh, sarap.... Ooohhhhhhh! Putang-ina mo!!! Waaahhhh!!!” labis na nasiyahan ang lalake habang pinapanood niya ang ginagawa kong napakasarap na pagchupa sa kanya.Sabik na sabik kong chinupa ang maugat na burat niya. Bakit nga ba hindi ako masasabik? Ito ang titi sa loob ng aking mga pantasya. Ito ang tarugo na matagal ko nang kinasasabikang matikman muli. Kita naman talaga sa aking ginagawa.Humahapis ang aking mga pisngi sa higpit ng aking pagsupsop. Minsan ay niluluwa ko ito para lang dilaan ang bawat maugat na bahagi ng kanyang pagkalalaki. Dinidilaan ko ang ilalim ng ulo nito na parang lollipop. Pati ang dalawang malalaking bayag niya ay hindi ko pinatawad.“Mmmmmm!!! Mnmmmmmm!!! sluuurrrrppp!!!! Mmmmmmm!!!” paglasap ko sa kanyang tarugo.“Ahhhhh, tang-ina!!! Hayop ka!!! Putang-ina mo!!! Ang sarap mo chumupa!!!” sigaw pa ng napakaswerteng lalake.Tapos nito ay pinapwesto na niya ako para banatan. Pinatalikod niya ako para ma-doggy style niya ako. Napatiyem

JESSICAHinuli muli ng lalake ang labi ko at saka niya hiniga ang katawan ko sa ibabaw ng lamesa.“Mmmmmm, Ummmmmm!” ungol pa niya habang nilalapa ang mga labi ko. Pinapasok pa niya ang kanyang mahabang dila sa loob ng bibig ko na malugod ko namang sinusupsop.“Putàng-ina mo miss! Ang libog mo!” siga pa ng lalake nang kumalas siya sa aming halikan at bago ibinaon ang kanyang mga makakapal na labi sa aking makinis na leeg.“Oooohhhhh! Shit! Aaaaahhhhhhhh!!!” anas ko nang maramdaman ko ang mga maiinit na labi niya sa aking leeg. Dagdag pa ang kiliting dulot ng kanyang mga bigote, lalong tumaas ang pananabik sa aking katawan.Gustong tikman ng lalake ang bawat hibla ng makinis kong katawan dahil hindi niya ito nagawa sa unang enkwentro namin.Mistulang gutom na hayop siya sa paglapa sa akin. Nilapang nang husto ng lalake ang aking mga suso. Mahigpit niya pang piniga ang dalawa habang salitan niyang dinidilaan ang magkabilang pink na utong ko.“Oohhhh, ahhhhh, aaahhhhhhhh,” ungol ko sa sa

JESSICANasa ganitong pagmumuni-muni ako nang maramdaman kong may mga yabag ng paa na palapit sa akin mula sa aking likuran. Bago pa ako nakakilos, huminto na ang mga yapak mismo sa likod ko.Hindi ko nakikita ang nagmamay-ari pero malakas ang kutob ko kung sino ito. Malakas ang aura na inilalabas ng katawan na ngayon ay nakadikit na sa aking likuran.Naamoy ko rin ang isang matapang na aroma sa hangin na alam kong nagmumula sa katawan ng taong nasa likuran ko. Pamilyar ang amoy na ito, at sigurado na ako kung sino ang taong dumating.“Ako ba ang hinahanap mo?” mahina pero seryoso ang ng boses ng lalake na nagpatayo sa mga balahibo ko.Hindi ako makagalaw sa aking pagkakatayo. Naramdaman ko na lamang ang paglapat ng dalawang magagaspang na palad ng lalake sa magkabilang pisngi ng mabilog kong puwet.“Aaahhhhhhhh... Ummp!” hindi ko napigilang umungol. Isang libong voltahe ng kuryente ang dulot ng pagpiga ng lalake sa aking puwetan.Inangat ng lalake ang kaliwa niyang kamay sa isa kong

JESSICAKahit sino naman siguro ay hindi agad makakalimot kung sila ay makantot nang isang hindi nila kilalang tao sa isang pampublikong lugar lalo na at isnatcher pa. Ilang araw na ang nakakalipas mula nang mabarurot ako sa isang madilim na eskinita, pero hangang ngayon ay parang kahapon lamang ito nangyari.Kaht pa si Miguel Thompson ang target ko ay kapag nag-iisa ako ay ang burat ng stranger na ‘yun ang aking naiisip. Palagin lumilipad ang isipan ko at muling nagbabalik sa mga kaganapan na naganap sa aming dalawa.Nabanatan ba naman ako ng pagkalupit-lupit ng isang lalakeng na ni pangala ay hndi ko alam at bukod sa pangit at badbreath pa!Hindi ko maubos maisip kung paano ko nasikmura at masarapan dahil talagang di ko maitatanggi na lubusan akong na satisfied sa kantutang naranasan ko.Ngayon nga ay hindi ako mapakali sa aking kama. Malinaw na malinaw pa sa aking isipan ang pakiramdam ng matabang burat ng lalake sa aking bibig. Ang pakiramdam ng mga malalaking ugat sa ng titi niy

JESSICAKahit ayaw ng isip ko, bumigay ang aking katawan. Hindi ko na nakayanan ang sitwasyon, kaya inililis ko na ang aking palda pataas para madali kong maabot ang basa ko nang puke. Binubuksan ko na rin ang mga butones ng aking blouse para malamas ko ang aking mga suso.Nakatingala ang holdaper sa sarap habang kinakantot niya ang bibig ko, na sa tingin niya ay ang pinakamagandang babaeng nasilayan niya. Kaya medyo nagulat pa siya nang tumungo siya at nakita niya ang hitsura ko. Nakita niya na nilalamas ko na ang isang suso ko na nakalabas na sa aking bra, at abala rin ang isa kong kamay sa paglalaro sa aking puke.Dahil sa nakita, binitawan na niya ang kanyang balisong. Gamit ang dalawang kamay, itinayo niya ako at isinalya sa pader. Madiin niyang nilapat ang kanyang makakapal na labi sa aking mga labi.“Ummmppppp!!!!” Napakunot ang noo ko. Fuck! Bad breath ang gago! sigaw ng utak ko. Ganunpaman, gumanti pa rin ako ng halik at tiniis ang mabahong hininga ng lalake. Tinanggal ko pa

JESSICADahil nasira ang sasakyan ko, wala akong nagawa kundi mag-commute. Pababa na ako ng MRT at kapapasok lang ng aking iPhone sa bag. Suot ko ang aking beige mini-skirt at white sleeveless blouse. Kailangan ko pang sumakay ng FX para makarating sa bahay, kaya patungo na ako sa pilahan. Nangingiti pa ako habang naglalakad dahil puro si Miguel Thompson ang nasa isip ko, nang biglang may umakbay sa akin.“Relax ka lang miss kung ayaw mong masaktan,” boses ng isang lalake. Nilingon ko siya, pero hindi ko makita ang mukha niya dahil sa suot niyang lumang sumbrero. Ramdam ko ang matigas at matulis na bagay na nakatutok sa aking tagiliran.“Oh fuck! Shit! Ano ‘to?” sigaw ng isipan ko.Wala akong nagawa kundi sumunod sa kanya. Dinala niya ako sa isang eskenita. Hindi halata mula sa kalsada ang nangyayari dahil sa pwesto namin.“Ang cellphone mo, dali! Ibigay mo sa akin! Akina!” utos niya.“Manong huwag po, maawa naman po kayo, Iphone 17 pro max po ‘to eh,” pagmamakaawa ko.“Putragis, dali

DWAYNEMatapos makulong sina Shane at Janella, parang doon lang ako nakahinga nang maluwag. Isang taon kaming nabuhay sa takot, duda, at galit. Isang taon na parang hindi kami mapakali kung kailan sila susulpot at gagawa na naman ng gulo.Nasa sala kami noon ni Nancy. Tahimik ang bahay. Si BJ nasa kwarto, tulog. Sina Lesly at Giselle umuwi na rin.Lumapit ako kay Nancy. Hindi ko na napigilan ang sarili ko. Niyakap ko siya nang mahigpit.“Sorry,” sabi ko.Hindi agad siya nagsalita. Ramdam ko ang paghinga niya sa dibdib ko.“Sorry sa pagduda ko,” dagdag ko. “Nasaktan kita. Pinagbintangan kita.”Huminga siya nang malalim bago sumagot. “Wala namang may gusto ng mga nangyari, Dwayne.”Humawak siya sa braso ko at tiningnan ako sa mata. “Hindi ko ginusto ang gulo. Hindi ko ginusto na bumalik siya.”“Alam ko,” sabi ko. “Pero nagpadala ako sa galit. Akala ko niloloko mo ako.”“Nasaktan din ako,” sagot niya. “Pero mas pinili kong intindihin ka.”Mas lalo ko siyang niyakap. Doon ko narealize kung

JANELLANasa kwarto ako noon at nagsusukat ng damit. Tinitingnan ko ang sarili ko sa salamin. Pinaghirapan ko ang mukha na ito. Lahat ng sakit tiniis ko para lang mabuo ang bagong ako.Habang inaayos ko ang damit sa harap ng salamin, biglang tumunog ang phone ko. Unknown number.Sandali akong nag isip kung sasagutin ko ba. Pero sinagot ko rin.“Hello?”May ilang segundo na tahimik. Tapos narinig ko ang boses.“Janella…”Nanlamig ako. “Tito Bernard?”Tumawa siya. Pero hindi normal na tawa. Parang baliw.“Tumawag lang ako para magpaalam,” sabi niya.“Ano? Anong pinagsasabi mo?” inis kong sagot. “Nasaan ka?”Tumawa ulit siya. “Huwag mo na alamin kung nasaan ako, ito na ang huling araw na magkakausap tayo.”Kinabahan ako. “Anong ibig mong sabihin?”“Alam na ng mga pulis ang totoo,” sabi niya. “Alam na nilang buhay kayo ni Shane. Alam na nilang nagpalit kayo ng mukha. Alam na rin nila Dwayne.”Parang nawala ang hangin sa dibdib ko. “Ano? Hindi pwede. Paano nila malalaman?!”“Eh di sinabi k

SHANENatutuwa ako habang umiinom ng alak sa sala. Tahimik ang buong bahay pero ang isip ko puno ng iniisip. Habang iniikot ko ang baso sa kamay ko, hindi ko mapigilan ang mapangiti. Sigurado ako ngayon nag aaway sina Dwayne at Nancy. Kilala ko si Dwayne. Seloso yun. Mainitin ang ulo. Konting duda lang, sasabog agad. At si Nancy naman, pag napuno, hindi rin magpapatalo.Iniisip ko pa lang na unti unti nang nasisira ang pagsasama nila, gumagaan ang pakiramdam ko. Hindi ko man sila nakikita, parang naririnig ko na sa isip ko ang sigawan nila. At sa gitna ng gulong yun, nandun ako. Ako ang dahilan.Bukod kay Nancy, ang gusto ko talaga na makuha ulit ay si BJ. Anak ko siya. Dugo ko siya. Hindi ko matanggap na ibang lalaki ang tinatawag niyang papa ngayon. Sa tuwing naiisip ko na si Dwayne ang kasama niya araw araw, kumukulo ang dugo ko.“Akin ang anak ko,” sabi ko sa sarili ko habang umiinom.Plano ko na kapag tuluyan nang maghiwalay sina Nancy at Dwayne, papasok ako. Magpapakita ako bila

NANCYHabang nag uusap kaming apat nina Dwayne, Lesly, at Giselle sa sala, ramdam ko ang bigat ng hangin. Tahimik si BJ sa tabi ko, halata sa mukha ng lahat ang takot at lungkot.Biglang may kumatok nang malakas sa gate.Sunod sunod. Mabigat. Parang may nagmamadali.Napatingin kaming lahat sa isa’t isa.“Sino yan?” mahina kong tanong.Bago pa kami makakilos, may sumigaw mula sa labas.“Pulis po! Buksan ninyo ang pinto!”Parang tumigil ang tibok ng puso ko.Tumayo si Dwayne at sumilip sa bintana. “Mga pulis nga.”Binuksan niya ang pinto at pumasok ang tatlong pulis. Seryoso ang mga mukha nila. May dala silang mga folder at isang maliit na sobre.“Ano po ang problema?” tanong ni Dwayne.Lumapit ang isang pulis sa amin. “May isang concern citizen po na nagbigay ng tip. Tungkol po ito kay Charles.”Nanlamig ang kamay ko.“Ano tungkol sa kanya?” tanong ko.Tumingin ang pulis sa akin diretso. “May impormasyon po kami na si Charles ay hindi talaga si Charles. Siya raw po talaga si Shane Linc

LESLYNagtaka ako nang marinig ko ang mahinang iyak sa sala. Paglabas ko ng kwarto, nakita ko si BJ na nakatayo sa harap ni Giselle. Si Giselle nakaupo sa wheel chair niya, hawak ang maliit niyang white board. Paulit-ulit siyang nagsusulat at binubura.WALA NA ANG PAPA MO BJ. PATAY NA SI SHANE!Malaki ang letra. Halos madiin ang pagkakasulat, parang gusto niyang ipaintindi talaga.Pero si BJ, pula na ang mata sa kakaiyak.“Hindi po!” sigaw niya. “Hindi po patay si Papa!”Lumapit ako agad. “Anong nangyayari dito?”Tumingin sa akin si BJ, umiiyak pa rin. “Tita Lesly… buhay po si Papa.”Nagkatinginan kami ni Giselle. Mabilis siyang nagsulat ulit.BJ, MALI KA. PATAY NA SI SHANE.Umiling si BJ. “Hindi po si Charles! Yung nasa kapit bahay natin… siya si Papa!”Parang may malamig na tubig na ibinuhos sa ulo ko.“Anong ibig mong sabihin?” tanong ko.“Yung bagong lipat po,” sabi ni BJ habang pinupunasan ang luha niya. “Si Charles. Siya po si Papa.”Napahawak ako sa dibdib ko. “BJ, sigurado ka

BERNARDInis na inis ako simula nung araw na tinanggal ang benda sa mukha ni Janella at tumambad sa akin ang mukha ni Nancy.Hindi ito ang gusto ko.Hindi para dito ang lahat ng ginawa ko.Ako ang sumugod sa kulungan. Ako ang nagpasabog. Ako ang nagplano ng sunog para palabasin na patay na sila. Ginawa ko lahat yun para mailabas si Janella. Para magsimula kami ulit. Para maging kami.Pero ngayon? Wala na yung babaeng minahal ko.Tuwing tinitingnan ko siya, si Nancy ang nakikita ko.Hindi si Janella.Parang nabura na siya.Isang gabi, nakaupo ako mag-isa sa sala ng mansion ni Shane. Naririnig ko ang tawa nila sa taas. Parang walang problema. Parang laro lang ang lahat.Napailing ako.“Hindi ito ang usapan,” bulong ko sa sarili ko.Bumaba si Janella. O kung sino man siya ngayon.“Bakit ang tahimik mo?” tanong niya.Tinitigan ko siya. “Masaya ka ba?”“Syempre,” sagot niya. “Malaya tayo. May plano tayo. Malapit na masira ang pamilya nila Dwayne.”Napangisi siya.Dwayne na naman? Hindi tal

The sun rose over the mountains of Westoria with a brightness that the kingdom had not seen in a hundred years. Just start the scene with make George marry Ashley and they coronated as new King and Queen of Westoria in front of the largest crowd ever gathered at the palace gates. The great stone cathedral was filled with the smell of fresh lilies and the sound of silver trumpets that announced the arrival of the new era. George stood at the altar in his formal white military uniform, his shoulders broad and his heart beating with a steady rhythm of pure excitement. He watched the heavy oak doors open slowly to reveal the woman who had changed his entire world with a single shy smile.Ashley walked down the long carpeted aisle, and she no longer looked like the scared maid who used to hide in the corners of the kitchen. She wore a dress made of white silk that shimmered like moonlight, and the silver mark on her forehead glowed with a soft light that proved she was blessed by the heaven

The celebration in the palace gardens continued into the early hours of the morning, but the air around the royal table had changed from pure joy to a thick cloud of whispers. While George stood proudly with his hand around Ashley’s waist, the music seemed to fade into the background as the eyes of the high-ranking noblewomen turned sharp and cold. Make many woman envy to Ashley and said angrily she could be not the future queen because she is a omega, and their voices were loud enough to reach the ears of the shy girl who was still holding her cleaning rag in her shaking hand. They gathered in small groups, their silk dresses rustling like dried leaves as they looked at Ashley’s simple gray uniform with absolute disgust and disbelief.The daughters of the richest Alphas from the neighboring packs felt like they had been insulted because they had spent months preparing their hair and dresses for this very night. They had all hoped to catch the eye of George, who was not only a hero of

The palace grounds were covered in thousands of glowing white lanterns that looked like fallen stars resting on the green grass. Just start the scene with make the Moon Festival came to the kingdom of Westoria, bringing a sense of hope and new beginnings to a people who had suffered through so much darkness. The air was filled with the delicious smell of roasting meats and sweet honey cakes, and the sound of drums echoed against the mountain peaks to call every wolf home. Queen Giselle, King Jake, Jillian and Beta Paul stood on the high balcony, watching their people dance and laugh under the massive, glowing orb of the full moon.They looked down at the courtyard where the crowds were gathering in their finest clothes, all of them waiting for the traditional blessing that would mark the end of the year’s troubles. Especially George the one who facilitate the festival was moving through the crowd with a clipboard and a wide smile, making sure that every torch was lit and every musicia

The air inside the royal birthing chambers was usually filled with the sound of joy and the scent of sweet milk, but today it was filled with a silence that felt like a sharp blade. Months later both Grace and Katy give birth with both boys after a long night of labor that had tested their strength and their will to survive. The midwives had stepped out for only a moment to bring fresh water and warm blankets for the new princes of the Westoria kingdom. When they returned, the grand silk beds were empty and the small wooden cradles that had been carved with so much love were now nothing but hollow shells.The two mothers sat up with a sudden jolt, their hearts pounding against their ribs as they looked around the quiet room for their missing children. They cry and think that the vampire still not stop to trouble them even though they had seen his body turn into a pile of gray dust under the silver moon. Grace grabbed a white shawl and wrapped it around her shaking shoulders, her eyes

The fire in the grand fireplace of the private royal lounge crackled with a warm, steady heat that tried to chase away the lingering chill of the night. Outside the tall windows, the moon was still high, but the atmosphere inside the palace had shifted from one of pure terror to one of quiet reflection and healing. Just start the scene with Jillian also apologize as she stood in the center of the plush rug, her eyes downcast and her hands trembling as she looked at her sister, Queen Giselle. She felt a heavy weight of guilt in her chest because she believed that her own past connection with the darkness was what had drawn the monster back to their doorstep after all these years.Jillian looked around the room at King Jake, Beta Paul, and the two young women who were now resting on the sofas with blankets wrapped around their shoulders. She took a deep breath, her voice wavering as she finally spoke the words that had been eating away at her soul since the moment she saw Lucas vanish i

The black stone sword remained buried deep in the chest of the monster until the very last spark of his evil life went out. Just start the scene with make Lucas die and vanish into a cloud of gray dust that the wind carried away over the rushing river. There was no body left behind to bury and no grave to mark where he fell because his soul was too dark to stay in the world of the living. The forest became very quiet for a small moment as the heavy weight of his shadow finally lifted from the hearts of everyone standing in the clearing.The remaining followers of the vampire king tried to run into the trees or turn into smoke, but the royal guards were too fast and too prepared for their tricks. The vampire arrested and put in a special prison so they can't escape even they turn invisible because the walls were lined with the same glowing black stone that burned their skin. They were led away in silver chains that hummed with ancient magic, making sure that the terror they had helped