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Yumeko leans in closer, “I think you have to top up your game if you want him to get rid of you. Do every single thing he hates the most, for example… blood. For some odd reason, Professor Matteo hates the sight of blood; he gets rid of anyone with blood on them in an instant.” A smirk curled at the corner of my lips. I know he isn’t human when my Necklace glowed and burned the other day in the gym, but I couldn’t figure out what he was. Now I get it, a creature that gets triggered at the sight of blood, his weakness… a freaking vampire. “That’s plan A,” Yumeko continues. “If he doesn’t get rid of you at the sight of blood, squeeze him in the dick. Everyone, including myself, turns towards Y

Damien adjusted her hair with surprising tenderness. “Whatever happens in there,” Kael said, looking at both of them, “we face it together. No regrets.” “No regrets,” Damien echoed. Serena smiled through fresh tears. “No regrets.” They stepped out of the greenhouse hand in hand — a werewolf, a vampire, and a witch, bound by blood, grief, love, and growing desire. The final descent into the Nexus awaited. As they approached the glowing archway once more, the fusion creature had grown even stronger, now absorbing the bodies of fallen infected around it. It blocked the entrance completely and spoke with a chilling new clarity:

“Ahhh, fine! Fine! Whatever. If you don’t want to tell me who he is, just say so~” Nexus laughed, softer now, like wind chimes in the desert dusk. But then, he leaned in again, as though sharing the punchline of the universe. “He’s a powerful wolf spirit who will call himself Theo a few years from now.” All of a sudden, the world around her trembled—like an old filmstrip glitching between frames. Nexus’s warm, serene smile began to fade, like sunlight sinking into water. The shrine, the sky, the sand beneath her—all of it peeled away, pixel by pixel, memory by memory.

The old man looked into her palms keenly for another full minute, his eyes widening like they were about to pop right out of their sockets. Yolanda and Charles had exchanged puzzled looks for the umpteenth time, trying to figure out what was happening. Suddenly, the old man began to mumble words that made no sense to the young man and woman seated before him. "I can see very dark spirits inside of you. I can see a__werewolf," He paused and looked closer. "There's a woman obscuring my view of your future. She's standing before a door. It looks like she is trying to keep it closed."

I asked and she smiled. "I would be terrified to know that the moment he fell in love with me there would be a warlock coming to kill me." I was getting irritated by her condescending attitude. "Honestly I have no idea what you talking about." She sighed. "Creed hasn't told you everything it seems. But it's fine I'll tell you since I'm such a good person," she exaggerated. "Once he falls in love with you. The warlock that cursed him is going to come after you and kill you for revenge since Creed killed his mate and his family."

I followed his gaze, and I got a glimpse of the fleeting clouds. “He tried to escape several times and the more he tried to escape, the worse their torture got. Eventually, he stopped trying. That was when I resorted to necromancy, a forbidden class of dark magic. I was weak, I knew it and when I understood no one was coming to help us, I gobbled like a hungry dog on every power I could claw upon in this dark dungeon. The ghosts of the dead were the only overpowering power in this place. I had only read about necromancy in ancient texts, but I applied it for the first time that day.”

"It wasn't your fault. We'll figure this out together. We're still a pack, and we'll support each other through this darkness." “We have a bigger problem at hand, something sinister is going on", Cersei said. “This is some really powerful dark magic" “One that could evade my Clairvoyance”, Rey said. “I didn’t even think that it was possible” "This isn't just regular dark magic", Cersei begun. "Necromancy....", said Styria. The pack decided to regroup at Lucius' home to discuss the situation. They knew that Nyx was somehow behind this, but they had no idea of how they could defeat the necromancer.

I doubted him because that was possible. Stefano shook his head. "You saw his eyes, didn't you? The necromancer is the only one with golden eyes mixed with red. It looks like he holds the universe inside his eyes," he answered me, adding more weight to the evidence that Sushi is indeed a necromancer. . "B-but he didn't do anything bad," I defended Sushi because he might say to kill Sushi again.

Their mouths gaped, sewn shut with thread that glowed faintly, trapping centuries of screams. They had once been warriors. Wolves. Mages. Leaders. Banished, betrayed, erased. Now, they belonged to me. A figure emerged from the skeletal trees. He was tall, draped in rotting velvet that reeked of earth and decay. His face was hidden by a jagged mask fashioned from bone. The Necromancer. “You summoned me,” he rasped, his voice grating like stone on stone. “You know the price.” I rose to my feet, my shadow stretching across the poisoned earth in ways no living thing’s should. “I’ve already paid.”

Sickly groans and yells left the corpses as one by one burst into nothing under the force of the searing light. The necromancer's smile twisted into a grimace of rage and shock. She stood from her crouch and l was aware of her shoulders shaking with fury. But it didn't matter. The necromancer took a step over where Damien lay collapsed on the ground. She smiled evilly in my direction and l knew what she was planning to do. Quickly I opened my mouth to scream again but as white light escaped my lips, she formed a black wall of smoke that cocooned her.