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Chapter 49 - The Silent Spell Witch
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2026-03-07 12:00:06
Author Angel Umm, did Lumira just hit the MUTE button on that hater?! 🤐💥 I am literally obsessed with this "Silent Queen" energy! Watching Ivy try to talk while her lips were glued shut was the serotonin boost I didn't know I needed today. 😂 Standard Adhesion Hex? More like a total social execution! 📉💀 Professor Hecateus is a whole mood - he’s clearly seen enough Duskbane drama to last a lifetime and just wants his coffee. ☕️🧙♂️ Rina is officially running this school now! 💅🔥
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Moments later, Rina The smell of ozone and scorched stone lingered in the back of my throat, a sharp, metallic reminder of the silver-void light that had just erased three enchanted oak dummies from existence. It was a dry, hollow taste, like breathing in the dust of a star that had died a thousand years ago. I stood in the center of the combat arena, my breath coming in shallow, jagged hitches that felt like glass against my ribs. Around me, the arena was a tableau of fractured power. The werewolves were still down, their rugged frames twitching as they clawed at the stone, their internal wolves howling in a frequency only I could truly hear. Jaxon was the worst—he was slumped against a pillar, his amber eyes blown wide, his scent of pine and woodsmoke curdled into something sour and defeated. They think I did this to them. They think I reached out and crushed their spirits with a flick of my wrist. "Everyone out! Clear the floor! Medical teams to the arena, now!" The voice of
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Moments later, Rina The smell of ozone and scorched stone lingered in the back of my throat, a sharp, metallic reminder of the silver-void light that had just erased three enchanted oak dummies from existence. It was a dry, hollow taste, like breathing in the dust of a star that had died a thousand years ago. I stood in the center of the combat arena, my breath coming in shallow, jagged hitches that felt like glass against my ribs. Around me, the arena was a tableau of fractured power. The werewolves were still down, their rugged frames twitching as they clawed at the stone, their internal wolves howling in a frequency only I could truly hear. Jaxon was the worst—he was slumped against a pillar, his amber eyes blown wide, his scent of pine and woodsmoke curdled into something sour and defeated. They think I did this to them. They think I reached out and crushed their spirits with a flick of my wrist. "Everyone out! Clear the floor! Medical teams to the arena, now!" The voice of
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Moments later, Rina The smell of ozone and scorched stone lingered in the back of my throat, a sharp, metallic reminder of the silver-void light that had just erased three enchanted oak dummies from existence. It was a dry, hollow taste, like breathing in the dust of a star that had died a thousand years ago. I stood in the center of the combat arena, my breath coming in shallow, jagged hitches that felt like glass against my ribs. Around me, the arena was a tableau of fractured power. The werewolves were still down, their rugged frames twitching as they clawed at the stone, their internal wolves howling in a frequency only I could truly hear. Jaxon was the worst—he was slumped against a pillar, his amber eyes blown wide, his scent of pine and woodsmoke curdled into something sour and defeated. They think I did this to them. They think I reached out and crushed their spirits with a flick of my wrist. "Everyone out! Clear the floor! Medical teams to the arena, now!" The voice of
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Moments later, Rina The smell of ozone and scorched stone lingered in the back of my throat, a sharp, metallic reminder of the silver-void light that had just erased three enchanted oak dummies from existence. It was a dry, hollow taste, like breathing in the dust of a star that had died a thousand years ago. I stood in the center of the combat arena, my breath coming in shallow, jagged hitches that felt like glass against my ribs. Around me, the arena was a tableau of fractured power. The werewolves were still down, their rugged frames twitching as they clawed at the stone, their internal wolves howling in a frequency only I could truly hear. Jaxon was the worst—he was slumped against a pillar, his amber eyes blown wide, his scent of pine and woodsmoke curdled into something sour and defeated. They think I did this to them. They think I reached out and crushed their spirits with a flick of my wrist. "Everyone out! Clear the floor! Medical teams to the arena, now!" The voice of
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Moments later, Rina The smell of ozone and scorched stone lingered in the back of my throat, a sharp, metallic reminder of the silver-void light that had just erased three enchanted oak dummies from existence. It was a dry, hollow taste, like breathing in the dust of a star that had died a thousand years ago. I stood in the center of the combat arena, my breath coming in shallow, jagged hitches that felt like glass against my ribs. Around me, the arena was a tableau of fractured power. The werewolves were still down, their rugged frames twitching as they clawed at the stone, their internal wolves howling in a frequency only I could truly hear. Jaxon was the worst—he was slumped against a pillar, his amber eyes blown wide, his scent of pine and woodsmoke curdled into something sour and defeated. They think I did this to them. They think I reached out and crushed their spirits with a flick of my wrist. "Everyone out! Clear the floor! Medical teams to the arena, now!" The voice of
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