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I roll my eyes and elbow Bellamy in the ribs. “Sure.” Harry answers, waving around his right hand which is still clutching what I can now see is a shiny glass bottle full of something purple. “Incubi delivery service. Where we always deliver the whole package.” He says with a wink. I groan. “That was terrible Harry.” I complain. “I could try another one. You would be surprised how many lines I can come up with using the word ‘package.’ Harry offers. “Please don’t” Bellamy says dryly.

That was the reason he was in this state, on the brink of death. "So? What's it going to be?" Harrod crowded over. "Do you see anything, Mister Penn?" "Yes. I've found a way to heal Mister Albus." Wilbur opened his right hand, placing all five of his fingertips against Albus' stomach. The next second, a powerful force of suction emerged from his palm to absorb the spider web of power of destruction in Albus' body. The spider was turned into black miasma and white light as well, eventually absorbed into Wilbur's body altogether.

(Harry) The Red Moon Alpha was soon on his way home. However, his journey had taken triple the time allowed for, as he'd first had to take the dwarves' underground routes before reaching the nearest unblocked elven portal. Harry had kept his teeth clenched and systematically cracked his knuckles whenever his path had crossed that of a dwarf. Despite his affection for Marguerite and Ambroise, Harry now harbored a deep hatred for those of the dwarf race. What's more, the young Alpha was worried about his animal side. Indeed, the second they had moved away from their Mate, Till had withdrawn into a stony silence.

Everyone was mesmerized by the breath-taking beauty of the chalice that glowed under the yellow light of the chandelier. Harold Hearst sat in what looked like a den adorned with many kinds of crystals, an assortment of precious stones, mirrors and vials containing colourful potions. He loved spending time in this hideout as it reminded him of a peaceful life that he once lived. He was the oldest elf sorcerer alive and also the Warlock Alpha.

Atlas said exasperatedly looking at his twin brother who didn't think practically. “Not all the witches in Castile La Mancha can do the magic they want, you know that right? Sometimes if their energy runs out, their magic can't work," said Albert. “So Axton will propose peace? Save the witches in Castile La Mancha?” asked Atlas. Albert answered with a nod, he then invited Atlas to talk in the empty backyard of the house, full of tall grass. "Okay I'll try," said Atlas. He repeatedly chanted the spell he remembered but still failed.

"I've been looking forward to the destruction of Snow Dragon Valley for a long time. Why would I have been stuck at the top of that snowy mountain for so many years, otherwise?" Alba despised it! It was not easy obtaining Lenneberg's secret, persuading the Council of Elders to remove her, then ascend to the position of Sect Leader, but Alba never imagined that it would be an empty one in the end. Blame it on Alex!!! "Ah..." Alba looked up to the sky and yelled, "I'm not willing!" She wished to take one more shot. Ice cold Chi erupted from her body, and she held a large golden egg that was slightly larger than an ostrich egg. It was black with golden patterns encircling it, together with stra

He's clearly been crying for hours now and his stupidly annoying face is making Ruby laugh. "Can you identify which snake bit him from this book?" Ruby turned the book towards Phoebus who pointed at a green snake with purple blotches bordered by black. "Okay, now everybody leave and let me work my magic. Don't worry it's not necromancy in case she dies since I didn't practice on that art but I'm going to need Phoebus to hold her down." Ruby ordered clapping her hands. "You bitch better not kill her or else I'm going to kill you." Harlow threatened.