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This version looked like she had been carved out of the night itself. "You're not real," Elara whispered, her voice sounding thin and brittle. The Other Elara tilted her head, a slow, predatory movement that was hauntingly identical to Vane’s. "I am more real than the girl who thinks a demon would save her sister out of the kindness of his heart. Did you really think Vane was bored? Did you think he was just looking for a pretty human to fill his bed?" The shadow-version stood up, her gown of ink flowing around her like a living thing. She walked toward Elara, her grey eyes—Vane’s eyes—piercing.

She got horns on her head and her eyes were red and she got a long fiercy tail. " I'm like you! Did you forget that you're a daughter of a demon? You witch!" Her eyes looked like an ugly monster looking at her. " I don't know what you're talking about!" She told the demon girl. She sneered at her. She walked towards her and touched her hands. Marie tried to take off her grip but she felt a sudden coldness in her body. After Mezelli's hands touch her, Marie suddenly saw vivid images in her minds. She saw herself inside a place full of witches. She saw herself in a witch form. She tried to let go but she's still holding her hands. Everything happened so fast and she saw herself holding a baby

Willow told her. "Damn, I guess Lily was right after all. That changes things." Dante mumbled beside her, shaking his head at her when she wanted to ask what he meant by that. "What else did Hecate say?" Miss J asked earnestly. "The spell used to release her spirit was an ancient demonic spell that no Witch knows about. I think if we can somehow find out what that spell was, we can find a way to reverse it." Willow's hands shook as she attempted to drink her tea, but Dante took the cup from her and instead grabbed her hands to help calm her down. She didn't feel frightened though. It felt as if she had an adrenaline shot sent through her entire body and its sending her into overdrive.

The next day I woke up, I am now the fiance of the Demon Duke in the Kingdom of Franche-Comte, a kingdom that believes in religion, however, it has a Demon Lord living among its people, Duke of Dubois Castle, or known as Lemon. He holds my hand tight and trails kisses to my pulse, ever since I have known that this man is a Demon who saved my life with the contract of fulfilling his desire, he frequents my room almost every night. “It is not money, and not my title as the countess, also you said that it is not my soul, what is it that you desire Duke?” he paused and those jewel red eyes looked at me intently, he climbed onto my bed and even closed the distance between us. I could feel the war

At this rate, he was willing to do anything to bring this pack to his feet. Riyan walked over to the bed and sat down. "Have you ever heard of the demon Alpha?" Jett raised an eyebrow. "Demon Alpha?" he asked with confusion. Riyan nodded. "Yes. A forbidden romance between a werewolf and a Demon brought a half-breed to the world" "And you think Xavier is the demon Alpha, why?" Again, Riyan nodded. "We have met hundreds of Alphas but none is like him. His pheromones, aura, chi, dominance, everything is different. He turns Alphas into submissives and today, I was able to confirm it"

Her demeanor shows her awareness of her attractiveness and she reveled in it, turned her body slightly towards the doorway and positioned herself in a manner which shows her most attractive angle and pushed her ample chest, attracting even more lascivious attention. She tilted her head into a more seductive pose, strands of her hair partially hiding her eyes, unseen to everyone, the irises of her eyes which were dark, glowed dark red and a lighter shade around the pupils, giving an eerie feeling. She gave a low sinister chuckle. ************************************************************************************************

Nyles said helplessly. Anastasia shuddered inwardly. She had heard all about that man. The demon wolf who had an insatiable taste for blood and death. They also said he had connections to the human world–a place her people have been forbidden to go because it was a place where they were worshipped–humans worshipped Faes whom they call Fairy. Offerings were given to them by these humans and the Faes thrive on this offerings. The people of her kingdom was highly protected, for they were the highest species in the Lorea Empire. Faes were also not allowed to step out of Vilinski for fear that the demon wolf was lurking around. And also because of most of them, no all of them, fear that they will

The man called Ando reported to the woman called Old Remi. "You're all mistaken! I'm not a demon. I'm a human," I insisted. I removed my arms that were blocking my face and faced Old Remi. Maybe she'll believe me if I say that I'm not a demon. "I'm not a demon. I'm a human. A real human," I said to the old woman. I hope she will believe what I said. Instead of answering me, the old woman's eyes widened as if she had seen a ghost. Am I really that scary to them?

Without me, you would be dead, you silly! But yes, death is more favorable to him, if he achieved this kind of death the process will be finalized and he well become a Demon Alpha God, and that is the most dreadful part. "If that's the case, then whoever this wolf is, you all die together!" threatened the witch yelling, "Again! Attack!" "But... what if she's the moon goddess?" asked a man who had shifted into a human form. "Don't believe what you see. Your moon goddess isn't dumb enough to show up just to protect this demon wolf!" reasoned the witch and reminded, "This is what we all want! To kill Kael Hawthorne, the son of a demon! Now, witches act! Everyone attack!"

“You’ll nail the magic. I have complete faith in you.” She smiles, but the frown doesn’t completely leave her face. “I must perform a Blood Ritual to harness the power of darkness. The ritual requires blood from two magical beings.” “Damn.” “But if we’re right about our theory as to why the Guardians let the Werewolves stay in Altair, you have magic as well.” I gape at her as the implications of what she’s said become suddenly clear. This could be the chance to prove to the magical beings that Werewolves have as much right as the others to reside in Altair.