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She recoiled for a while, blinking over and over trying to process that- "No! that doesn't make any sense-" "My Parents died when I was just a baby. My father is Derrick's younger brother- Lewyn Adams BlackCrown." "W-Why did he bear BlackCrown?" "It's the mandatory last name for anyone with the Lycan curse," he explained. Was that what Martha meant when she said the children of Blackcrown Alpha Family were special? Anna thought before she lifted her eyes to him, "Are all children born of Alpha family, Lycan?" "No," he responded. "Uncle Derrick is not. It skipped him and went to my dad. That's why father was the Alpha when he was still alive."

RAVEN "You're a witch?" He breathed, and my frown deepened. "W-what? What are you talking about?" I stuttered, startled by his strange statement. "This mark is a symbol that represents the Black Rose Witch Clan," he said with a distasteful expression on his face. "So, you're saying that I'm a witch?" I snorted in amusement. "How else do you explain this?" He demanded, his eyes darkening. "How laughable. I don't even have a mature wolf. Magic? If I had magic in my blood, I wouldn't be here right now," I deadpanned.

Dante drew on his gaze, as if trying to catch him in a lie, but Harry burst out giggling. “That was funny! I told you that I am not my brother's puppet, why would you even think that I would do his bidding for him?” “He is your older brother, the two of you get along fine, so I don't see any reason why you would want to get rid of him” “What if I tell you that he is not my father's child and does not deserve to sit on that throne in the first place” “He is a Lycan!” Dante refuted, and that word seemed like a trigger for Harry, who snarled at him.

Black The origin Chapter 21: Making The Impossible, Possible "Alkhun Berhalksawn shouldn't be eliminated as a potential heir of the Family. We are all aware how witches live against the law of the magic realm, and a son of one will probably do the same." It was an Aristocrat from the Greg family. Giving a statement to all of the aristocrats from all around the continent. Of course, Luther knows better. "He shouldn't have been in the first place." Another aristocrat says.

She screamed out of excitement. “Yes, it is a parrot, do you like it?” He questioned. “Yes, of course I love it, but I don't actually love the colour it blacks. I hate black.” “Why?” “Black stands for bad things, it stands for witches and wizards and I may be termed one if this black bird stay with me. They will think that I'm a sorcerer.” “Alright, bring it, I will just give it to Arial anyway, she will surely cherish it.”

Jeremiah explained, “the black mage fled and I couldn't catch him, so then I analyzed Lord Harold’s corpse and found out that it was the same spell that used to kill King Victor and judging from the mana, Armadale said that the magic was casted by the same person as well.” He still remembered it clearly like it happened yesterday. It was the first time the omega met a black magician. He thought that the mage was a bit stronger than Engram but weaker than King Edgar. “You met a black mage in Harold’s lab?” Stefan wanted to confirm. He initially thought that there was no omega in the Blackfrost Kingdom left, except Jeremiah. “Yes, I can’t really tell who he was because it’s hard to recognize h

And the pack that was attacked, was the one of Averys' mom, Averys' grandmother was the little girl, and Madeline paid the price, and now Avery is the final key. ”So the wizard doing this, is the son of the witch that was killed?” I asked, trying to piece everything together in my mind. ”Yes, and his name is Crow.” ”Like the bird?” Alex chimed in with furrowed eyebrows. I leaned forward and placed my hands on the table. ”Exactly, and the crow is normally associated with deceit and manipulation, is Crow his birth name?” I asked, turning my head to Amber.

The garden had different species of flowers but the common ones were the black flowers Ava loved so much,they were planted by King Alarie himself. "They are so beautiful," Ava said touching the black flowers"Now that I think of it, you love black.Black roses, black carriages, black clothes and a mask, black snake. Everything is black." "Black is the real deal," Vador replied. "Then why aren't you the black lord," She said chuckling. Right there darkness took over Vador,in a second his hands were tightened around Ava's neck,his eyes were no longer red but a darker shade of red. "Don't you ever say that," he spat.

Rain would have said it was beautiful had she not known that the rune had sealed her mind all along. The runes disappeared as Chiel fanned his hands in the air. The beautiful calligraphy evaporated into black smoke and disappeared. "What was that?" Jace asked. "I've never seen anything like it before." Haramon secretly smiled proudly. He was still standing behind Chiel's wheelchair puffing out his chest. "Without curtailing my respect, Your Majesty. As I said before, my Lord is the last warlock of the pure bloodline. His nickname is Black Rose. It's also a title taken from the oldest witchcraft possession and passed down through the generations in the Burley family."

Although Viktor simply said goodbye to him, as the priest's son he had imposed himself a missive. Viktor searched his father's closet and found some black priestly robes; With a dark motivation that arose suddenly, he exchanged his traveling clothes for the black priest's robes that once belonged to his father. He waxed his short beard, trimmed his elongated hair and placed a silver necklace with the image of a crow on their necks, this type of necklaces were only used by the Clerics of the God of Death. The necklace was a gift from his father, who gave it to him before he knew that Viktor would not be his successor and that he would instead be a Wizard.