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🎩 IMMORTAL ACADEMY 👑 {The Master's Favorite} Written by Sylvia Adaobi Peter ⚠️❌ DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ⚠️❌ #Season_2....... Episode 11 By the time Riley finished narrating her story, Tanya was already in tears. She couldn't stop looking at Riley. She was really dead. Her dear friend was really dead and she was staring at her ghost right now. It was unbelievable but it was true.

One of Sava's friend told us the death around 2PM, where Sava actually asked for it! Now! It make sense! If you're going to count 7PM, where exactly Kair called us, and the 2PM where he died. It's around 8 hours! Remember what he said to Sava that someone told him about 8 hours? Oh my! Don't tell me that was his lifespan?! I need to go and let Sava know it! But before that, I'm sure she already knew. She gives me that clue. I felt cold air and suddenly acted uncomfortable. My nap rises and I can't even afford to look at the back seat! Deity! What is happening?!

“This is Ash. Boss Alessandro’s men captured him during their trip in Alaska about six months ago as per the Boss’ order.” “Is he dead? Did they kill him?” I ask. My questions nip my throat, evoking shakiness in my voice. “He is dead.” Dr. Gustavo’s answer is calm and proud, provoking anger to ferment in my blood. But the goofy scientist doesn’t stop there. He continues to brag how and why the wolf is now dead. “Ash was so wild and strong that Clonazepam or a bullet wound couldn’t tame him, so Boss Alessandro’s men had to shoot him to death when he’s brought to this laboratory.”

During the third ringing, there was the hoarse voice of his best friend, who seemed to be enduring pain. ‘Good.’ Hagen’s inner self while keeping an eye on Camellia’s body, which did not move in the slightest. “Hello,” Brandon said from the other side. He didn’t sound happy to get a call from him, so Hagen bit back a twitch of his lips. “You are dead, Brother, dead. D-E-A-D. Dead,” Hagen said as he spelled the word dead with emphasis and repetition. Instead of being frightened or gasping from the other side, Hagen heard a long breath that sounded tired.

It was as if I cut my tongue in a quick second. “Avery, get your shit together–” “He’s dead. That man is dead. ”

I cried, bending forward as pain tore through my stomach. “You are being taught hunger by dead things that need your body because they cannot live without stealing children.” For one heartbeat, Maelor stopped moving. The throne shuddered. The dead midwife’s smile cracked. Then Adolphus lifted his hand and spoke a word older than every pack law on the field. Maelor kicked hard. My mouth opened against my will. (Daciana POV) Ashina’s scream changed into silence before Maelor’s voice could escape, and the first Blood Feather book snapped open above her head.

"You two should be more cautious of where you ramble those mouths of yours." ‎ ‎At that moment, as I trained my gaze on the shadow silhouette belonging to the man looming over me, on the floor and speaking down on the top of my head, I thought I might actually be dead. ‎ ‎"You don't know just what kind of bird might be listening in." ‎ ‎I drowned down a painful ball of saliva as my heart boomed in my ears mercilessly. ‎ ‎"Oh? This bird has a torn wing already.” ‎

A powerful spell ignited, and a sacred flame burst forth. Amber screamed — a scream filled with agony — as the Elders’ fire consumed her slowly, inch by inch. Livia closed her eyes, unable to watch. She turned and hurried back to Florita, who was still trying desperately to heal Aldus. Livia sank to the ground and lifted Aldus’ head into her lap. “It’s over, my love…It’s over. We won. Amber and Aldrake are dead. So please… fight. Please wake up, Aldus…” Her tears fell like rain.

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

The cellar was silent, but it was a silence thick with the smell of ozone and ancient dust. The Auditor had not just vanished; it had been De-rezzed, its geometric plates dissolving into a fine, black silt that covered the floor like funeral ash. In its place, hovering inches above the copper grounding rod, was the Golden Record.