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she countered, her gaze lowered to the cup of coffee she was holding. Sage's grip on his cup tightened as she said those words to him. Aurora's mother? Having a deal with a Sorcerer? "I don't understand, Sora. What exactly did her mother do and what bargain did she have with a sorcerer?" Sage asked, his tone urgent.

Hello, Future Generations. My name is Saber. I’m the current Queen-to-be of the Fox Skulk (Foxes have Skulks like wolves have packs). I understand if this is a new concept to you or if you think that this book you have found can’t be real. I mean, Fox Skulk? Fox Shifters? Magic? If you’re a normal human living your mundane life, I’m sorry, but I’m about to blow the lid off everything you know.

aura answered and ran off, Bigfoot was not one to mess with and she didn’t want to drag anyone into her mess. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Her door was ajar when she entered and her heart skipped a beat seeing he was not the only one sitting on her sofa, some of his men were with him and they looked angry. “Bigfoot” she called slowly as she entered, the aura flowing from him was very dangerous and she was really scared. “Aura, finally you are here” Bigfoot replied and stood up from where he was sitting before advancing towards her, “I thought that rich boyfriend of yours would interfere just like he did the last time “ he mocked as he puffed smoke out of his mouth.

You just turned my brother's body into ashes, you rotten bastard. He was the only family I had left," she replied throwing herself at him. Ava thought Vador was the coolest vampire king ever! She liked that he was dressed in an overall black hoodie. "Get off me," Vador replied slightly pushing her,nevertheless making her stumble backward,he was strong as hell. "It's either you're dumb or you're really dumb," he said offering his hand to help her get up "Your brother's soul wasn't in his body, his body was possessed by Aurora, a dark witch! And you would have been killed had I not been here."

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

– Lionel Suggs. Aurora’s alarm was set for early dusk of the morning. As tradition compels, * the royal and guardian bloodline train together to ensure seamless locomotion* when defending the system. Olamide Obong sent an internal message to all his children: Kingsley, Ini, Ismael, Aurora and Eya through his bloodline. The bloodline possesses gifts varying across its generation. Amidst Olamide’s children, Aurora possessed the most, across several generation. She possessed the gift of teleportation and the ability to read emotions even when disguised, which came as a result of her mother being of royal blood. A major bone of contention in which the royal court fought against her parent’s enta

On his black bookshelf sat a comic book collection that would make Kiaan jealous as well as books with symbols—some of which she recognised from Damien's jewellery. "So from what you said, it sounds like you guys were trying to summon an Alastor," he said as if the solution were obvious. "Exactly what I was thinking," Jess joked. Malus laughed. "These things usually last for a limited time." After going to his shelf and selecting a black covered book. When he opened it up, Jess saw it was full of handwritten script and drawings. He licked his thumb and flicked through the thick, off-white sheets. "Ah, did you notice if there was a full moon at the night of the spell?" he asked.

“Ma’am, you can't be here. This is a… “ the maid trailed off as Aurora raised her hand without looking up at her or shifting her focus from the book. The maid froze and Aurora opened the book. It was an ancient book of spells and it was way better than the one Lucino burnt or the one she was reading in Tanya’s place. Aurora closed the book and finally turned to the maid. “Oh,” she muttered and stared at her as she walked towards her. She got to her and poked her cheek. There was no movement from the maid. Aurora smirked and headed out of the basement with the book. She got out and snapped her finger. The maid in the basement regained consciousness and wondered what had happened or what she w

Dear Readers, As I close this book, my heart is full. Writing Selene: A Journey from Shadows to Light has been one of the most vulnerable and transformative experiences of my life. When I first imagined Selene, she was not just a character on paper—she was a reflection of resilience, of pain and triumph, of the countless ways we are shaped by what we endure. In many ways, her journey mirrors not only pieces of my own story but also pieces of so many people I’ve met along the way.

Zarah pointed at Theia before she went to the selves pulled out a thick hardbound book and unlocked it with a spell. “What’s that?” Amelia stood up and went with her. Sebastien came with a tray of coffee. Theia laughed as she helped him put the tray on the coffee table. “I can’t believe the alpha king served us coffee instead of the other way around. He’s very kind and a true gentleman.” “Thank you, dear. So what have found, darling?” “The son of the moon and the living sun,” she said it repeatedly. “You’re a witch, can’t you just magically scan through pages by pages of these books?”