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She was certain, neither he or Mary had noticed the almost indiscernible spark of Bess’ soul. He laughed, and spat on the floor. He licked his thick lips, with his forked tongue and Clarissa felt a revulsion within her, unlike any before. Truly, he must be Lucifer’s favourite son… ‘To address the question in your mind, witch… I did not taste the sweetness of her soul as she burned. Therefor I know she escaped. You will have no such providence. I know the spell, to trap your soul inside your mortal body.’

he said and he stretched out his unoccupied hand and The body of Bella came from nowhere and her neck landed in his palm grip. "I kill her if you don't accept defeat" "No leave her out of this" I shouted standing up and getting my adam apple cut off and part lungs exposed with excessive bleeding occurring. "No" she screamed "Fine I am defeated" "Louder" "I am defeated" I shouted and suddenlymy lungs bursted splashing blood all over my face. "Good " He said throwing Bella to the ground. He walked to me and wrapped his palms on my head and he chanted some unknown words and suddenly my pure soul left my body and got replaced with a dark soul.

I ran outside, though i heard the voices calling me to stop, i can’t! The moment I stepped outside, I felt my lungs collapsing due to short breaths but I was okay. Comrades stood beside me, holding me tightly when I was about to pass out. The witch tried to kill me by sucking my soul from my body and she almost succeeded but abruptly, someone blew off the fire which incomplete the ritual. My soul returned back to my body.

Instead, he leaned in closer, his nose brushing along the curve of my neck, inhaling deeply like a predator savoring the scent of fear. I shut my eyes as I felt my nipples hard and standing, how I felt weak in his touch. And I hated it, I hated how my body reacted, how heat spread under my skin for someone who clearly loathed me. Why is my body betraying me like this? A soft sound almost escaped my lips when he grabbed a handful of my chest, his teeth grazing my ear. “Because I own your spirit,” he whispered, his warm breath fluttering against my neck. “Your soul.”

The wraith-touch took them the moment it recognised what they were. Empty souls that had already chosen rot. That was all they had become by the end. Not powerful. Not chosen. Not special. Just two women who had betrayed their own kind for a darkness that had never planned to honour them. By the time the guards pulled back, Beverly and Calista were no longer truly women. Their bodies still moved, but whatever had made them Beverly and Calista was gone, consumed, hollowed out, and chained to the Wraith King’s will forever.

Through chants and incantations, she created a conduit for their souls to intertwine, to exchange understanding and solace. And then, on a moonlit eve, as the heavens seemed to align with the earth, a transformation occurred. The wolf, once trapped in its fierce and untamed form, felt the bonds of his curse loosen. With a surge of mystical energy, Lucas regained a semblance of his human consciousness and transformed back into his human self.

I must be able to survive this if I am to survive Harry or my power. The convulsions stopped and suddenly, my body went rigid, with my face looking towards the heavens. A growl came from my chest as my back arched. I heard all the bones in my body break at once, causing William to be thrown several meters away from me. A beam of light enveloped my body as I levitated. It was like I was seeing a big cocoon of light. White hair came through my skin, as my human features disappeared, to give way to my other self. Yellow streaks ran across my white fur, and I suddenly felt my soul being sucked violently back into my body.

I want all of them dead. A rush of utter darkness, of putrid decadence like melted chocolate and rotted flesh, filled my body from head-to-toe. It wrapped around my soul like a shroud, whispering sweet words of vengeance. It chased away the fog cluttering my brain, devouring the spots that speckled my vision, and injecting me with what I could only describe as absolute fucking power. Whatever this was, it felt good. One of the witches hovered behind me, a chain of silver clanking in her hands, burning as it was wound around my wrists. I barely felt the sting. It couldn’t touch this strange, newfound strength.

I asked “What?” “You said you found out why he changed, what was it?” “A soul swap spell” she spat “Soul swap?” the word sounded foreign in my mouth, “Unfortunately, it's just as the name sounds. Somehow the witch was able to infiltrate a dirty soul into his body and stupidly I didn't realize it on time.” She mocked herself “It's not your fault” I consoled, the information I had just gotten overlapping in my brain. I felt slightly overwhelmed from the influx, wait could it be the thing going on with Braz, if she did it to my father then she definitely could do it to someone else.

"As I will, so mote it be." Gasps were muttered and bellows howled, but Celeste held onto her power and cast it out. Light poured from her into the night, rippling over the bluffs, the forest, the village, and straight through to the other side of the island. She struggled to hold onto the magick long enough to saturate the ground and souls on it, then she slumped against the pole. Drained, she heaved air.