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James asked, “What was the Supernatural Power performed by Emperor Jabari?” The Spirit Tool answered truthfully, “Emperor Jabari looked for Yukia Dearnaley all his life. That was why he traversed countless ancient ruins. Coincidentally, he came across a withered Sacred Blossoom. The Sacred Blossom has long its power and can no longer blossom. Regardless, as a Sacred Blossom, it still contained incredible power. Emperor Jabari entered a closed-door meditation beneath the Sacred Blossom and created a Forbidden Art called ‘Blossoming’. However, ‘Blossoming’ was incomplete as Emperor Jabari only had a fundamental comprehension of the Five Great Paths, let alone the bizarre Karma Path. That’s why

The thought made me mutter under my breath, "I wonder how Raven's doing right now." If things were repeating the same as before, today should be the first day Snowviper fed on her. Too bad I couldn't see it with my own eyes. Blazewing caught the look on my face and smirked. "Wanna see something fun?" He pulled out a bronze mirror and handed it to me, all secretive. "What's this? A mirror?" I turned it over and over in my hands, but it looked completely ordinary. Right then, Blazewing breathed fire across the surface, and the glass shimmered instantly, clearing to reveal an image.

What my eyes see is unbelievable. The female before me is a doppelganger of myself with purple eyes, dark lips, and pale skin. I'm the Dark Phoenix, a plague taking thousands of lives and corrupting thousands more. The Evil me dashes for another attack. I see her enclosing in but can't move away. I'm rooted in a consuming evil awareness. "Leave her alone." Blizzard appears between us. His fatigued breath, trashed clothes, and messy hair showed how demanding the fight with the darkling had been.

Samael has made a spell for communication. He is talking to my grandmother inside a magic bubble, making me question his species once more. Are dragon-shifters truly capable of magic designed for witches and warlocks? "I'm sorry, you know." Blake steps forward and picks up my interest with the hint of a smile playing over his lips. He has taken off the clown costume and is showcasing his killer physique. His cologne is drifting in the wind. I'm not sure what brand it is, but whatever it is, smells fantastic.

"I'm afraid their leader may have something against our Luna. We got word that he may......" Xander growled, he hates anyone trying to harm our Luna and Hazel, his mate. "He may what?" I yelled, I was getting frustrated with the whole situation. "This guy you're talking about Blake... he better not lay a hand on my Luna and Hazel, or I will rip his head off in one single bite... no one threatens our mate." Xander sneered. He pranced around angrily, growling. "He may be seeking for revenge sir." "These..... so called undercover leeches he sent..... are they aware we know about them Alpha? It could be dangerous if they find out we have allies inside their camp. They may-"

, Noah looked around himself skeptically, as if he could see through the thick veil of darkness to the entity hiding within. “My name is BLK-043, and I am a highly advanced artificial intelligence working for the World and Soul Management Bureau. You may call me Black.” Black didn’t wait for Noah to respond, “Cradle, the world you used to live in, is but one small world among countless other worlds that exist in this multiverse, all of which are under our management.

So is the wine glass on the nightstand, half-full and left there because no one is going to complain about it. She is forty-five years old, and she is not unhappy. That is, she realizes, a catastrophic thing to be. The heart attack is fast, which she will later understand as mercy. There is no dramatic final thought, no parade of faces. There is only the crack in the ceiling and then the particular absence of everything — and then, with no transition she can account for, there is light. Fluorescent. Institutional. The kind that hums. "Serra." She blinks.

He said rubbing her shoulders. "Noah!" She croaked and hiccuped as she cried with all her heart. "He doesn't d-deserve that!" She stuttered and wiped her tears holding his only bracelet that fell. "I know Mia, he doesn't deserve that." BLAZE VIEW. Blaze was in his human form, fighting off the rogue warrior in one second, he ripped their head off with anger and his eyes glaring at nowhere. There was he, his only objective was to kill the rogue alpha without any mercy.

I would have never pictured myself friends with Bloom. Are we even friends? I think we are—or maybe she's just tolerating me because she has to tutor me. I don't know but I don't mind her—which is surprising because a lot of people annoy me. Bloom—she's just pure and wholesome and—I don't know. She just makes me want to keep her safe—or some ridiculous sappy shit like that. What does piss me off though—is that jackass Evan she's dating. How the hell does someone as kind and pure as Jasmine date a piece of shit like Evan.

The collar and the sleeves of my blazer shone green— with a screen appearing in front of me. ‘WINNER. LUCIFER NIGHTWALKER VON NIGHTMARE.’