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Chapter 105: Pretending Everything Is Normal
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2025-04-10 10:48:30SERENA'S POV
Oh, good goddess, we are definitely screwed this time. My heart pounds relentlessly in my chest, each beat hammering against my ribs like a desperate warning as I watch Lucian storm toward us, undisguised fury radiating off him in palpable waves. His chiseled features contort into an expression that is an alarming mixture of righteous rage and unyielding duty, his knuckles turning white as his grip on his sleek black phone tightens. He is clearly preparing to make the fateful call that will inevitably seal my doom. My father will hear about this transgression—this blatant defiance of his explicit orders—and I cannot even begin to imagine the volcanic eruption that will follow. A cold shiver races down my spine as countless possible scenarios flash through my mind. I know one thing for absolute certain—he is not going to take this betrayal lightly, not after everything he has sacrificed to keep our family
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The dust has barely settled, hanging suspended in beams of fractured light that pierce through the collapsed sections of ceiling.The building is a shell of what it was—walls cracked and splintered like brittle bones, furniture reduced to unrecognizable ruins, and the air heavy with the acrid sting of scorched magic that burns the nostrils with every breath. Ancient power lingers, a toxic residue clinging to every surface. But Frederick's eyes aren't on the wreckage surrounding them. They're locked on Serena—his daughter, his blood—with an intensity that could burn through steel.She lies still, her body cradled in Luna's arms like something precious and broken beyond repair. Her skin is ghostly pale against the dark fabric of Luna's clothes, her chest rising and falling in uneven rhythms. Luna kneels beside them, her slender hands hovering just above Serena's face, fingertips trembling with concentration. Her lips move in silent incantations—ancient words passed down through generati
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A heavy silence hangs over the wreckage, oppressive and thick like a burial shroud. Dust still dances in the air, countless microscopic particles suspended in time, glowing faintly under the silver fingers of the full moon that stretch across the devastation. And in the middle of it all, Eleanor stands like a flame refusing to flicker out—small yet unmistakably bright against the backdrop of destruction.Everyone is watching her now—Serena's mother, the only mortal in this war-torn circle of supernatural power. Her jaw is tight, muscles visibly clenching beneath her skin; her eyes burning with an outrage that cuts deeper than any magic ever could. The pulse at her throat beats rapidly, betraying the adrenaline coursing through her veins, yet her stance remains unwaveringly steady."You're all arguing?" she says, voice trembling with restrained fury that threatens to break free with each syllable. "Stil
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The dust hasn't even settled, still hanging thick in the air like a mourning shroud over what once stood proud and tall.Chunks of concrete lie like carcasses across the compound, jagged and lifeless; twisted steel rods jut from the ruins like broken bones piercing through torn flesh. Smoke curls up into the thick night sky, thick and slow, carrying the scent of destruction with it. And in the middle of this apocalyptic landscape stands Elder Mobius. Damon's father. His sharp eyes—cold as winter frost—sweep the wreckage, not with horror or concern, but with a calculating gaze that assesses value and loss. Like he's watching a fortune vanish before his eyes, each crumbled wall representing nothing but diminished assets.Not a word about Damon. Not a flicker of concern for his own flesh and blood."What the hell happened here?" Mobius demands, voice laced with fury that rises like th
