Lahat ng Kabanata ng MAD END'S DECEPTION: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

GILDEONVergilius vanished from his spot. Before Gildeon could turn, he felt the vampire’s presence behind him, fangs aiming for the soft spot on his neck. Instinct took over—scales crawled from his shoulder, thickening over the vulnerable hide just as the fangs struck. The tips cracked with a sharp snap, a brief vibration running through his flesh.Gildeon didn’t hesitate. He reached out, claws clamping onto the back of Vergilius’s neck. With a growl, he effortlessly hauled the vampire witch off his feet and flung him toward the church wall. But before the impact, Vergilius darted aside, landing gracefully on his feet like a cat.“I am impressed, salamander,” Vergilius said with a smirk, tracing the jagged edges of his half-broken fangs. “Or should I say, dragon? What I have learned of your kind holds true—impenetrable skin, indeed. But we shall see about that.” His fangs regrew, gleaming beneath the moonlight, thicker than before.The f

DRUSDEN’S COVENA sudden blast of energy ripped through the plaza, yanking Lokius, Alaunus, and Vienna into a warped fold of space before hurling them off their feet in the blink of an eye. They barely had time to flinch before they were airborne. They spun and flipped, gasping for the breath that had been knocked clean out of their lungs.Water from the fountain exploded into splashes around them, droplets striking their skin and catching flashes of light.Meanwhile, Stringmaster’s soldiers closed ranks tightly around her, forming a fortress by the fountain to shield her from the shockwave.Vehicles skidded off course. Parked cars rocked, triggering alarms in a shrill, chaotic chorus. Windows in nearby shops and houses shattered outward, raining glass onto the street in a glittering cascade. Stray dogs and cats bolted in a blind panic. Civilians caught in the blast’s furious path outside the plaza crumpled where they stood—some lay still

ARAHBefore she could locate the source of the voice, Mayor Velazquez snapped her attention back.“Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” the mayor said, clapping her hands before glancing at Mabel and leaning in slightly. In a feigned whisper, she told her, “You’ve been extremely helpful, dear. But this is the part where you run.”Mabel whimpered, casting Arah one last, terrified glance before hurrying back to the others. Arah swallowed, unable to bring herself to meet her friends’ eyes.“Isn’t it amusing, Miss Arah?” the mayor said. “Your friends seem more frightened of you than of us.” She tilted her head. “That’s the thing about keeping company with ordinary humans—they always end up disappointing you. And you, them.”Arah’s breaths shook with anger as she clenched her fists so hard her nails dug into her palms. “Let them go,

ARAHShe staggered back, heart pounding as Lokius shifted from one cat form to another. Alaunus’s fingers curled, and suddenly, scratches and stab wounds appeared on Lokius’s feline body—likely old scars that had reopened. Alaunus moved in, fists flying, landing punch after punch, each one dodged by Lokius, who swiped back with sharp claws. Every strike met a counter and neither gave an inch.Meanwhile, Roselia flung a long string of flowers toward Vienna, twisting them tightly around her wrist. Arah watched Vienna summon her ability-link bangles back. One snapped onto her own neck and the other onto Roselia’s, gaining control over the flowers. A fresh string of flowers rose from the stage, lashing through the air like a whip across Roselia’s back, sending her to her knees, gasping.“Stop this, please!” Arah cried, voice cracking as she called their names in desperation. But they didn’t turn, didn’t even flinch. Rage twisted their faces. Whateve

ARAHTwo black owls with white, piercing eyes launched into the air, their wings beating in a rhythmic thrum that sliced through the silence. She stared, mouth agape. Despite everything, she still couldn’t believe it had worked. Her current tattoos weren’t sigils—or at least, they hadn’t been intended as such. They were inked into her skin with Earthland tools, without the intention of magic.But this wasn’t the time to marvel. The fight was far from over.Mayor Velazquez sneered, dark amusement glinting in her red eyes. “You think those things can hurt me?” she mocked, clicking her tongue. With a flick of her wrist, a fresh stream of water erupted from the fountain, twisting like a serpent.Arah clenched her jaw and commanded the owls. They dove, wings outstretched, slicing through the air with a powerful whoosh. Their feathers rippled as they deflected the surge—droplets splattered against