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Obscura Arcanum: ob‑SKYOOR‑uh ar‑KAY‑nəm School Founders: Werewolf Founder Cillian Hawthorne pronunciation: KILL-ee-an HAW-thorn Vampire Founder Selene Nerezza pronunciation: si-LEE-nee neh-RET-tsah Wizard/Witch Founder Alaric Everley pronunciation: AL-ə-rik EHV-ə-lee Dragon Founder Seraphine Aurelian pronunciation: SEH-RA-FEEN aw·ree·lee·uhn

Artists—young and old—stood on ladders putting final touches with delicate brushes. The first was of Alaric. He was painted taller than life, his face angled slightly upward, two moons glowing behind him, one red, one white. His crown looked pretty heavy. His eyes were a little too sharp, a little too sad. The second mural was of the King, on a rearing black steed, pointing toward a battlefield with fire behind him. The third was the Queen, holding a silver hawk perched on her arm, her eyes painted with almost unnerving precision.

I looked up at him and let myself believe it, just for a breath. Damien Cross stood above me on the raised stone platform, moonlight carving hard lines down the side of his jaw, his eyes gone the color of amber caught too close to a flame. My mate. My Alpha. The same boy who used to press stolen honeycomb into my palm before pack politics taught him to measure every single word before it left his mouth. He wasn't measuring anything now. He wasn't saying anything at all, and the not-saying went on a beat too long.

Alpha Jedrek of the Dark Moon pack started" He had similar burns to that of the man found in the Canis Moon Pack. We're suspecting it's black magic, caused by one of the spells a witch probably casted. " Rumors have been going round that the witches were spotted crossing the borders and going into the Glacis and others were spotted around Xvcia" Raphael said with furrowed brows making Lucious frown a bit. Glacis and Xvcia were the major cities inhabited mainly by the pure blooded vampires. " Those bastards!!" I knew we should have wiped them off the face of the earth when we had the chance" Michael, the oldest of all the Alphas said through gritted teeth.

There were huge stained glass windows flanking the balcony and the staircase which led to it. Refreshment tables were arranged all around the hall filled with all kinds of cuisines, drinks. Above every refreshment table hovered the vintage banner flags that specified for what species the food was. Xafranians. Lycans. Werewolves. Vampires. Dragons. Humans. Merfolks. Although one refreshment table had a horizontal banner flag floating above it with red stained ink that said— To everyone who desires to have a taste of the forbidden and the fatal. Two smaller banner flags levitated below it, stating—

Malia asked. “I think you’re right, Malia. They have taken me for a fool, but I know I have more loyal people on my side than the vampire could ever possess. I will give details for the Royal painters to make a sketch of Lucien O’Hara and his witch friend, Celeste. Their whereabouts must be reported to me if they are seen by any of the Pack members. Any friend of theirs is an enemy of mine. Guards, drag the witch outside where she shall be executed immediately,” he said. “Please, Alpha Tyler, please. Don’t let them take me away,” I cried as two guards lifted me up from the ground and began to drag me away while the Alpha looked on, ignoring me amidst my pleas.

The Luna at the time had held my head, forcing my small eyes to stay open. 'WATCH,' she had whispered. 'This is what happens to humans who forget their place.' "Anna? Anna! It's done." Tommy’s voice snapped me back to the present. The painting was haunting. Two massive wolf packs howling at a single, blood red moon. It was beautiful but It was a lie. What they were capable of doing wasn't beautiful. After an inspection from our current Alpha Dorian, Tommy's uncle, he seemed pleased, and had the canvas whisked away to be framed before the Lycan Enforcer arrived.

No third party was involved. “The guards have detained Alpha Damon of the Northern Pack,” Jace started. “He tried to cross the borderline and invade our territory. The guards have canceled his request to pay us a visit thirty-one times, but he kept trying. The case has been reported to me, and I need to hear from you before taking a drastic step.” “The same werewolf who sold little Camilla to me, right?” Cassian asked, cracking his knuckles as Jace gave a nod. “I will give him a different choice. Let him write to me. I will read his letter. Let him know that.”

Black eyes are tiny stones that gleam with something dark and predatory stuck within. A hand is suddenly around my neck—cold. A shock of panic is sent through me by icy fingers. I know that the vampire has more strength than he is applying, but I can’t tell how much right away. I only know that if I move the wrong way too quickly, I might regret it. “So this is your queen?” The fanger has a voice that is low and mocking. He savors every moment of directing the conversation as he moves a thumb up my carotid artery in my neck. My pulse throbs painfully under his touch.

There was an indescribable joy I derived from watching life drain out of my adversary—or prey. To me, it was art. Every scream was a brushstroke, every corpse a signature. Adrenaline and bloodlust shot through my veins. I tore through warriors, ripping out hearts with bare hands, their eyes still wide in horror as life drained away. A sardonic smile spread across my face. “He’s not a wolf! He’s Chaos itself!” One of the Trinity warriors screamed before I tore his throat open. The word rang through the battlefield, carried by their fear. Chaos. They shouted it again and again, naming the storm that devoured them whole.