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Constantine leaned in closer to Baros, her voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down his spine. "Baros, my dear, as we perform this spell, I want you to ensure that it binds not only my powers but also the loyalty of the men I've sired. I want them to be my devoted servants, my private army, ready to carry out my every command." Baros nodded, his brow furrowed in concentration. "That's a delicate manipulation of the spell, Constantine. It's not just about power; it's about controlling their wills without them realizing it."

Black energy pierced his chest, and blood instantly stained his clothes red. "Kaelen!" I cried out. "I... I'm fine," he said with a weak smile, blood trickling from his lips, but his eyes burned with a determined light. "Lyra, listen to me. I know how to break the bond." "What?" "It needs my life as the price," he said, slowly kneeling, and began to chant the ancient bond-severing spell. "To fully release your royal bloodline's power." "No!" I tried to stop him. "I don't need your sacrifice!"

God, I can't believe I'm thinking of his arms while he's about to kill a man. He opens his mouth in search of oxygen. His neck and face veins are swollen, which I would say is purple or even blue. It seems that their feet have already lost their lives, as they hang inert and without moving. He is a middle-aged man. It can be seen in the wrinkles on his hands or in the gray hair that begins to appear that it is closer to the third. -Azael- I utter serenely- Let it go. Azael looks at me with narrowed eyes before obeying me. And I am hardly surprised by how easy it is to control their actions. He drops it without any delicacy and drops it to the ground, causing a dry sound. The man is one secon

No one knew about his magick, except Zach, his best friend. The coven of witches in Coven Groves was extinct, when the last real witch with pure magick, this Paula's grandmother, died and after that, there were mostly only wiccan people with soft magick, whose ancestors were real witches or wizards. Miranda Belize, the owner of the sweet tooth, was also from the wiccan line and she had soft magick, too. She was also an Earth witch, who made remedies with water and herbs. The librarian in their town, Mama Bora, was also someone with soft magick. Until Art. Art was the first one in decade with powerful pure magick.

my head was starting to spin, this was so confusing. “Yes, you are bound by blood, but by our blood, your mothers and mine. That will only account for so much. Only Lucas and yourself can choose to complete the binding. But remember child, Lucas has been led into the darkness, blood binding it white magic in its purest kind, I’m not convinced that even you could bring him back to the light.” She gave me a sad smile. “But it is possible?” Hope evident in my voice.

Physical traits. My hand moved without thinking, brushing lightly against the side of my ear. I had always been told I was human. I had believed it, because there had never been anything to question. But now, standing here, reading this, it didn’t feel like the truth anymore. It felt like something I had been made to believe. I swallowed, my throat dry as I forced myself to keep reading. Such bindings require a blood anchor. Only one of the same bloodline, most often the mother, may cast a seal strong enough to hold royal magic for extended years. The cost is great, and the spell cannot be undone by the caster once completed.

There were too many people around, and if he got caught, it would expose him to the human world, something he could not afford to do. Frustrated and feeling powerless, Valle clenched his fists tightly. He needed a new plan, one that would allow him to track them without being seen. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and focused. He began to summon the ancient magic that flowed within him. This was a special spell that would help him discover where they were, no matter how far they ran or how well they hid.

"You've been suppressing it for too long." She shook her head. "That's impossible. I'm not that strong." Kael crouched in front of her, his expression serious now. "You're not supposed to be. Not unless you were born with bound magic." She stared at him. "You keep saying that. What does it even mean?" He studied her wrist again, the mark still glowing faintly. "When two powers-demon and witch merge, they create something called the Bloodbound. A fusion. The last one nearly destroyed three realms."

“It’s actually specifically made for the undead and if a fae uses it they have to have very strong resistance to the dark magic. I guess Roro had it. The lizard clan is on the lowest hierarchy of light after all.” “Oh… So couldn’t your aunt have used it?” “Well, even if she can use it. It’s not like she knew where dad lived in this world. And she may have strong magical powers but dark tools would have an affect on her body since fae are light creatures.” “Ah…” That makes sense. “So well, to use that tool, you need to be in an area of large space. Usually Roro would go by himself but since it was raining that day and the weather was pretty harsh, I decided to go with him.”

The dark night was lit only by the shinning flames of ritual candles. Valtor stood surrounded by witches, their low chants echoing in the eerie silence. They worked quickly, forming a shimmering void in the center of the altar—a portal meant to tear through to Dreadfall Citadel. One witch stepped forward, her hood casting shadows over her face. “This spell is dangerous. If it collapses, we cannot undo the damage.” Valtor’s eyes narrowed, impatience flashing in his dark gaze. “I don’t care,” he growled. “Just make sure it doesn’t collapse. If you fail me, I’ll rip your heads off one by one.”