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a private school for shifters. I knew that for most people, military school would be worse, but I had seen the Alpha private school brochures in my father’s desk drawers. A bunch of hormonal, angry future alphas together was never a good thing. A lot of them never made it home. If you were stronger, they would attack you as a group before fighting each other. I didn’t want to risk it. I was bound and determined to stay alive so that I could have her. I took a deep breath before unlocking her back door.

It's ready to attack. The monster sprinted towards me in a swift motion that made Alfonso pull me off directly into his back, placing himself in front of me. The beast attempted to swipe Alfonso, but he failed when Alfonso ducked and slid under him while slashing his sword directly into the beast's belly. The beast growled, agonizing and Alfonso placed himself behind it. Before the beast could turn around Alfonso, I, on the other hand, directed the roots of a flanking tree to crawl towards the feet of the gigantic creature.

Sushi was much bigger than the red-eyed necromancers. I saw how their tails split like a puppy that saw a wilder animal and suddenly gave up in fear. The necromancers lowered their heads and slowly retreated. Their ears seem to fold back. It's a sign of fear toward a much stronger opponent. Sushi's stance is large and his appearance is still fierce. But I looked at Elijah's side because the necromancers attacked there. Immediately three died when Elijah hit them with his weapon. Sushi moved quickly and ran towards Elijah and Sushi let out a loud howl. The battle stopped, and the other necromancers stopped when Sushi arrived. It's like what happened to the others. The tails were scared and sp

That causes misfortunes around us. _______ KircheLeaf Arc 1: Enchatrix Race! _______ ~END of CHAPTER SEVENTEEN~

Alpha Jones rushed after the Mage. The Mage grabbed a big book as he got back into his compartment. He opened it hurriedly. "You want to read?" Alpha Jones wondered. "We have a sleeping demon that will go on us full force whenever he wakes up, according to you, and you come here to grab a book?" he shook his head. "Our demon slayer is not around so we need to find a way to escape this problem. We can only find that in this book" the Mage replied with his full attention on the book.

The sun was barely up by the time Prince Archer and his 14-year-old squire Ernest started their journey by the edge of the Forest. They were riding horses side by side; the prince riding his trustworthy chestnut-colored stead, while Ernest is on a black horse lent to him by his father. They were both wearing simple garments, and both carrying swords. Archer could tell that the boy was nervous. It was, after all, his first time to join in a trip to the Forest that may last for weeks. The lack of guards to accompany them seemed to be adding up to the boy’s fear.

A line of smoke hissed from the contact, but it didn’t disintegrate. “Selene, focus!” Fenrir barked, his voice cutting through the chaos. I inhaled sharply. The book in my bag throbbed against my hip. Its presence gave me courage. I felt its warmth and its power, like it knew I needed it now more than ever. Another creature lunged at me from the right. I kicked it back with my foot, then spun to drive my dagger into its shoulder. Its black energy sizzled against the steel, but it recoiled.

"Always." The enemy charged first, a tide of snarling rogues and dark magic-enhanced soldiers sweeping across the field. Lucian roared, his voice carrying above the din. "For the pack! For survival!" The clash of forces was deafening. Metal met metal, claws tore through flesh, and the screams of the wounded filled the air. I threw myself into the fray, my movements were precise and deliberate, each strike of my blade fueled by the memory of those we’d already lost. Arlene’s presence within me felt stronger than ever, guiding my steps as if she were standing beside me.

Chapter 48 The Werewolf Realm While Erin reunited with Kate, Zaki, and Kira on the other side of the territory, Levi and Micha remained in their shared study—facing the Living Book. It floated above the table, its ancient golden letters swirling across its surface like flowing fire. "Dearest reader… let us begin," the book hummed, its voice echoing softly through the room. Levi and Micha sat down opposite each other, bracing themselves. Every session with the Living Book revealed something darker than the last.

“You’ve heard of him.” “Everyone has,” the boy said, then flushed. “I mean, not like… I don’t mean he’s a criminal. I just mean—” “That he’s mafia?” Matteo said. “It’s true… Don of the Antonov Bratva.” The boy swallowed and Matteo enjoyed his nervousness a little. “Are you scared?” he asked. The boy thought about it. “No. Just… surprised?.” “Good,” Matteo said. “Fear is boring.”