บททั้งหมดของ The Goddess Warrior: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Mahisar was delighted when he felt his wards coil and bind themselves around Danny, tempering the boy’s fire before it consumed him. The magic had not fought against him this time—it had moved with Danny, curbing his hot-headed impulses like reins on a wild horse.Progress.Yet beneath the boy’s discipline, Mahisar sensed it—that stubborn ember of hope. Danny clung to it as though it were salvation. Hope that Kaelan might still accept him. Hope that his blood was not a curse. Hope that destiny would crown him savior rather than destroyer. Foolish, dangerous hope.Mahisar let the smile linger on his lips, though it did not reach his eyes. Hope was a fragile thing, easily broken. And broken things had a way of cutting those who tried to hold them. He knew he had break Danny down even further. This was going to be painful for Danny, but Mahisar didn’t care as long as he was able to manipulate Danny to his will.Danny’s progress was undeniable. Each day he managed more complex transform

Jaiyana was quiet during the walk back to the guesthouse, her thoughts slipping between present warmth and the dizzying array of potential futures. When Kaplan had asked to mark her, the jewel at her throat had come alive—pulsing faintly, warming against her skin, as though it carried its own opinion. The sensation startled her at first, but then… it soothed. It was as if the jewel itself was urging her to say yes, whispering that the bond would anchor her, protect her.The idea of belonging to someone—of being their one and only—was something she had never truly lingered on. Marriage had always been a distant inevitability, not a dream. Her focus had been her doctorate, the endless papers, the grind of research, the future she’d been carving with her own two hands. Independence had defined her.Now, though, she couldn’t help but wonder. What would it mean to bind herself to Kaplan? To tether her future to an operative of The Obscura Directorate—a man whose life was stitched together

Danny was still angry with Dr. Mahisar for the wards that had seared him with such unbearable pain. The memory lingered like a raw wound, a reminder of how merciless his teacher could be. Yet beneath the anger, something deeper stirred. The surge of power that had ripped through him—violent, primal, unstoppable—had carried him into the shape of the water buffalo. He had felt the ground tremble under his hooves, the air split at the breadth of his form. The memory made his pulse quicken, heady with the taste of superiority. His phasing had grown sharper, more intricate, more formidable.For all his cruelty, Mahisar had forced him to break through. Danny could not deny it: the doctor was driving him toward greatness, whether by design or by ruthlessness.Lost in the cloud of his thoughts, Danny didn’t notice Kaplan and Jaiyana a few paces away, waiting for their tea.“Good morning, Danny,” Jaiyana’s sunny voice cut through his reverie.He blinked himself back to the present. His gaze la

With a final blast of light emanating from her hands, shooting straight up into the air, she collapsed back down to the ground, her limp body showing no traces of the divinity that had just flowed through her. Some of the crowd that had been oblivious of the supernatural scene were now drawn to Kaplan and Kaelan as they dropped to the ground to see if she was ok.“Everything good over there?” one of the team leads yelled across the field. “Yeah, just fainted from the heat. She’ll be ok,” Kaelan yelled back, his voice steady.Kaplan reached for her, laying her head in his arms. Panic started to rise in his chest as Jaiyana wasn’t responding to him. He ran his fingers across her cheeks, now pale and cold. He turned to Kaelan, his eyes pleading in a way his words never could.“Let’s get her to the tent and get her some water,” Kaelan commanded.Kaplan scooped Jaiyana up into his arms, his face studying her, sending up a quiet prayer that she was alright. Kaelan kept the well-inten

Mahisar came back into the room holding a blue crystal vial filled with a clear liquid. He tilted it toward the light; the potion shimmered as though lit from within, bubbles climbing endlessly to the surface only to vanish before reaching it.“Don’t worry. It’s not hot,” Mahisar said, catching the worry etched across Danny’s face. His voice was smooth, almost reassuring, though his eyes betrayed no softness. “When you drink this, your body will convulse. It will feel as though your insides are tearing themselves apart. I don’t say this to frighten you, but to prepare you. Now… who do you want to become?”Danny leaned back, drawing a long breath as though steadying himself on the edge of a cliff. A wicked smile unfurled across his lips.“Kaplan.”Mahisar sniffed, a brief sound of disdain, and shook his head. “I suppose he is as good as any.” He pressed the vial into Danny’s hand, his fingers lingering a moment too long, as though sealing the choice with something unspoken.The glass w