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He never expected that after preparing so many armaments and so many men, the conclusion was that Harvey was still alive, and so was Clarion! This… Sora kept on retreating back as he felt the anger boiling within him. "I am Sora! The scion of the Origin Sword Style! One of the future leaders in Sky Plane! Even if you win, you can never touch me! Otherwise, all of you will die here!"

Riley comments. “Piss off, Riley. I fucking hate this class. I don’t understand any of this, and if I don’t pass this final, then I won’t pass this class.” Sapphire states. I sit down and look at what she is doing. She has papers and other shit for her math class strewn all over the large table in front of the couch. I would offer to help her, but math is not my strong suit. Arle peeks over to see what she is doing and starts laughing. If looks could kill, Arlo would be dead. I watch them as Arlo tells her that he is a math genius, which is accurate, and that he will help her. I cringe when she lets out a scream and jumps into his arms. She lets out another squeal when some of her papers, which I am guessing are notes from her math class, fly around the table. She lunges for them and puts them back in order. I smile as I watch her reorganize the stack of papers and books. Arlo tells her he will return as he heads to his room to grab something. I lean back in the chair, and my breath catches when her sapphire blue eyes connect with mine. I am graced with a small smile as Arlo walks back into the room. I stand up when Arlo starts explaining something that makes no sense in my brain.

None of us wanted to hear it, but Sora didn’t need to be told twice. She walked in the back, too busy flirting with some guys, running her hands over their muscles and offering them sips of her water. They all seemed to be enjoying the attention just fine. Even though the crate in my hands wasn’t the heaviest, my hands were still aching. Still, I wasn’t planning to let go. I’d be damned if I gave anyone the chance to whisper about me, the girl who vouched for the witches but couldn’t be bothered to carry anything herself.

- He warned me gravely. My heart stuttered with dread, and I had to break his stare to try and bring my panic back under control. Looking out the window I could see the peaks of the mountain range far off in the distance. It was the home of the Sororian Draygon Clan. The Soronia Mountain range, if I remembered the map correctly, was a dark blue with a dusting of white snow at the tips that weren't obscured by the clouds. I couldn't see the finer details from the top of this tower. Still, I could remember it from the fly-by when I had ridden to the lake on the Tohr's back. The trees had lined the bottom and went up until it tapered off to the empty areas that would be covered by the snow. The sides and valleys of the range were lined generously with the purple rivers flowing down into the meadows that surrounded the Tosharia Valley.

The rancid smell made Elora nauseous. Elora approached and knelt, doing the same as she did to Arthur. Elora kissed Sophia’s lips. “Mommy?” Elora called. At that moment, Elora realized that Snow White’s story was just a fairy tale. Dead people can’t live again just by kissing them. Elora stood up. Her mind went blank. She looked around in confusion. The black book was tightly in her arms. Elora did not know what the book was for. She just felt that it was very important and that it should not be separated from her.

I asked as Sora nodded. "What about the group session?" He asked. "Markus volunteered to take you. His always wanted to talk to you." I explained knowing that Markus was the only person who could help Sora because he also went through trauma that he transformed into books to help those in need. "Okay." Sora responded and I could feel he was a little disappointed but said nothing. "I love you." I said as I kissed his forehead, catching him by surprise as I pulled his tiny body to my chest and put off the lights.

A knock. Urgent. Sora’s second-in-command, a wiry woman named Fen, entered, breathless.“Your Majesty. There’s someone at the eastern gate.”My heart leapt.“Who?” Kira asked.“She won’t give her name. But she’s wounded. Burned. And she asked for you.”I didn’t wait for more. I was already moving, boots echoing down the stone corridors, cloak dragging behind me like a second shadow.The woman was slumped against the gate post when I arrived, blood crusted on her brow, her armor scorched. But even beneath the soot and pain, I recognized her.Sora.She looked up as I approached, and the eyes that met mine were wrong.Not broken.Changed.“Sora,” I breathed, falling to my knees beside her. “Where are the others?”She opened her mouth. But the voice that came out wasn’t hers.“They fell,” she said, slow and strange. “But not all of them burned.”I stiffened.“Sora, what did you touch?”She blinked—and for a second, I saw it. The flicker of violet light beneath her skin. Not fire. Not magic.Aether.It had marked her

so much so that he decided to get off from John’s back of comfortability and skipped ahead in front of everyone else to where Orb was to ask… Naraja: “Soooo~ Orb what exactly is the “Red Book Of Memories”, is it a book that holds all kinds of secret cool awesome powers in it, huh~?” Orb: “Access Denied.” Naraja: “What the--! Oh! Now you wanna say something else besides “Would you like to keep going”. Tell me what the hell the “Red Book Of Memories” is like, pretty please~ with a cherry on top~?” Orb: “Access. Denied.”

-fetched, don't you think?" She said, her skepticism obvious in her voice. Soraya's gaze softened, and she released Seraphine's hand, her fingers trailing like whispers over her skin. "I understand your doubt, truly I do. But there is something else you need to know." "What is it?" Seraphine asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Soraya stood and moved to the corner of the room. There, a big, old book lay on an ancient wooden stand. She opened it with care, the pages crackling under her touch. "This book contains the prophecies foretold by our ancestors, it has been passed down through generations, it's a tale of the Luna and her journey." Seraphine watched as Soraya traced her finger over the faded text written in a language she couldn't understand. "It also speaks of a guide, someone who will help the Luna navigate her path. It will be a tough and challenging journey. She will need someone who has knowledge of the old ways." Soraya turned to Seraphine, and for the first time, Seraphine noticed the small, intricate symbols that were etched into the woman's skin. They seemed

After the spell, she found out that one of the drops of blood belonged to Tony while the other belonged to the Sapphire witch that had escaped from her curse or so they thought, “How did she manage to get her blood and Tony’s blood into the linking spell, when she isn’t even physical? How did she do it from the underworld?” Regina kept asking herself. Alan locked himself inside the room, closely studying the spell book page after page in search for answers, then he came across a page of the book, which appeared to be blank, “A blank page? What could this mean?” He thought to himself.

He walked off to the bedroom, leaving her standing there with his release dripping down her thigh. Sora Robbins, twenty-eight years old, stared at her reflection in the hallway mirror. The woman looking back at her had beautiful dark hair, full lips, and soft, generous curves that men on the internet called “goddess-like.” But in her real life, those same curves were weapons used against her. She didn’t know how much longer she could survive this. --- The next morning at Blackwood Corporation, Sora tried to bury herself in work. As a senior assistant in the marketing department, she was good at her job — organized, quiet, and reliable. But today her mind kept drifting.

Her voice was a low, happy squeal as she said this. "At least, for people in our social class. Sara. That name is a symbol of hope now, you know. Fate sure can elevate people of our class too, and that chic is proof. Luna of THE Forest Moon." More confusion. Someday, I'll get the hang of talking to these people, I vowed. I wasn’t here to discuss my chaotic life or Sara’s elevation to Queen of Reigns empire, so I quickly changed the subject. “When's Terry getting back? Haven’t seen him in a while.”

He stepped up and wrapped his arms around me as we looked out at the view. An hour later Gabe was called back to the office for an emergency meeting, and I browsed through the library in the penthouse and found a book to read. I was far into the book when I thought I heard a noise. I knew Gabe wouldn’t be back this soon, so I got up and searched the apartment and didn't find anything. Maybe I am just hearing things? I walk into the kitchen brewed myself a cup of herbal tea and walked back with my mug into the library to continue reading the romance novel. Once settled on the comfy oversized chair I took a sip of my tea set down the mug then picked up the book. After thirty minutes or so as I was getting wrapped up in this book, I picked up the mug for another sip when I heard…

Callum’s voice bellowed, “Reid! What are you doing?! Let go! You’ll kill her! Reid! Let go!” Callum rushed forward to separate them, but just as he reached out, a hand lightly pressed on his wrist, making him freeze. It was Sora. Her face had turned red, her eyes slightly unfocused, but oddly bright—as if something was burning within them. Callum’s pupils contracted, and he paused in shock. Sora gave a strained smile, her voice hoarse as she whispered, “Don’t… don’t stop him. Let him… cough… to die by his hand would be… cough cough… my greatest honor…”

“It doesn’t want to open. It wants someone to open it.” Amelie closed her eyes. “Of course,” she murmured fearfully. “What?” Selene asked. The sorceress rushed to a bookshelf, pulled out three books, opened them on another table, and began flipping through the pages with desperate speed. Bless stood beside her, reading over her shoulder. Nora, who had arrived shortly before with Aila under the twins’ protection, turned pale as she looked at the projection. Aila was weak, her silver hair falling across her face, her hands clasped with those of Isaiah and Isaac. The fairy girl, the Living Oracle, raised her head toward the door, and her eyes turned completely white.

“Once you copter up, you ski down this huge mountain, and if you wipe out you cartwheel. It’s like falling in space, except you reconnect with the snow every fifty feet or so. I also want to swim with sharks in Florida, without a cage, of course.” “Maybe you could wrestle a gator in the Everglades?” I said with a laugh. “Yeah!” he said excitedly. “That sounds awesome, I’ll definitely add that to my list. I’d also love to at drive crazy speeds across frozen lakes in someplace like Arjeplog, Sweden and do a ninety-MPH donut!” “Wow. Those are some risky goals you’ve got there, but they sound like a blast.” “There are some places in California I’d like to check out too, like Laguna Beach, for

Two small steps led to it beneath what looked like tree roots in the shape of a gazebo with a ball of light floating above. All along the walls were tall bookshelves that reached all the way to the ceiling filled with books of various colors and sizes. Elara wondered what was within the pages of each tome. As Elara approached the cauldron, her eyes scanned the room for the woman who was meant to be teaching her. When she didn’t see a soul, she wondered if perhaps she was not in the correct room. The worry in Elara’s stomach came back twice as hard now, causing her to fidget beneath the tree like gazebo. In her curiosity, Elara couldn’t help but lean over and stare into the large gold pot, finding a vortex of swirling bright yellow and white. Her eyes widened as she leaned further, lured by the spinning colors. Elara’s magic heighted, feeling the pull towards the swirling vortex.

“I have tolerated you for far too long. But know that you hold no power over me. You are far beneath me on the power hierarchy and I will be damned if I let a scum like you treat me any less. I told you before that I am Kiara Khorne but what I forgot to add was that I am the only daughter of Lord Khorne. The Lord of Battle and immortal fury. So, do not tempt me because I might just be obliged to fry your ass with utter most delight jerk face” “You’ve got to be kidding me!!!” Alpha River cried out in fury “Well I am not… I am not staying here with you. The supposed library my uncle built is actually my new home that you and every high ranked member in this room is banned from entering until I say so.

Her hand trembled visibly as she lowered her fork, the silver clinking against the china. "And that’s not all," Damon continued, leaning forward. "The entire region is in an uproar. It seems Alpha Rune—the Conqueror himself—is turning the world upside down. He’s searching for a girl. A girl called Sara." The mention of my name in this quiet, safe room felt like a lightning strike to my soul. I kept my eyes fixed on the floor, my heart drumming a frantic rhythm against my ribs.

Having a special ability as a werewolf made one exceptional, and not every werewolf was privileged to have one. “Close your eyes,” Professor Steve instructed, and Clara obeyed, shutting her eyes. Professor Steve began chanting an incantation. The atmosphere was charged as everyone watched, and suddenly he stopped. “What did you see?” he asked. “I saw myself surrounded by a big river,” Clara responded, clearly confused. Professor Steve nodded. “Close your eyes again,” he instructed, and Clara obeyed. “Now imagine water in your palm,” he instructed. Though Clara was confused, she obeyed. As she imagined water in her hand, she suddenly felt something wet and liquid in her palm. Out of curiosity, she opened her eyes and realized her palms were filled with water.