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Nick added. Madchen lowered her head in embarrassment, knowing everyone knew her deepest darkest secrets. “You have nothing to be ashamed of,” Drago still had her face in her hands, “You survived, pure as the day you were born, stronger than you know. Somehow you shielded yourself, Madchen, tell me that isn’t magic, it may not be sparks flying from your fingers, but it is magic, nonetheless.” ‘My son is right,” Adriana agreed, “ I think you only needed love and encouragement to heal yourself the other night.”

She made a small incision right above the bulge. ​From the open gap, a thick, grayish mucus flowed out, followed by the small head of a shiny white worm. It was already nearly the length of her hand, writhing wildly. ​Without hesitation, Sua grasped it with a clean cloth, then pulled slowly. The veins in her hands stood out with the effort. Rai, who was nearly holding his breath, stood up slowly, realizing that what he was witnessing was no ordinary task. It was the composure of an assassin… and the love of a daughter.

I murmured to myself, my mind starting to race as I walked over to a table, setting the old book down as I began to leaf through its long index, some pages almost falling out as I touched them “Celebrations after the birth of cubs… Offerings to the Goddess… Feast after the harvest…” “These things seem to have been written centuries ago.” Atticus wrinkled his nose, also reading over my shoulder “Celebrations after children's first transformation? Where did the person who wrote this live? In a village with ten wolves? Does he have any idea how many children transform for the first time every day…?” “Magic rituals.” I interrupted him when I read the title of that chapter, quickly starting to lo

To my left sat Prince Kaelen, looking bored. "Relax, darling," Kaelen drawled, swirling a glass of crimson wine. "It’s only a Chimera. Standard beast control." "A Chimera hasn't been seen in the wild for fifty years," I snapped, my eyes fixed on the sandy floor of the pit below. "Which means Darius bred this one. Which means it’s unnatural." "Details," Kaelen waved a hand. "If your wolf is as strong as you claim, he should handle a little science project."

“Please approach the chalice, Rowyn Vale. Use the blade to make a small incision on your palm. Let three drops of blood fall.” I nodded, swallowing hard. My fingers trembled as I gripped the ceremonial blade, and sliced a shallow cut into my palm. One drop. Two. The third drop hit the liquid, and the entire damn room hissed. The chalice exploded in purple light, deep and swirling like someone poured a galaxy into it. Smoke curled into the air, and I blinked fast when glowing letters started forming above it, horrifyingly clear. Vaelryn. Godkiller Heir. 13 Magics.

It was as if the realm itself acknowledged her as its guardian, embracing her as a vessel of its magic. The Enchanted Realm responded to her presence with an exquisite display of vibrant colors and radiant light. Flowers bloomed with newfound vibrancy, their petals kissed by the essence of Metamorphosa. Trees swayed in a graceful dance, their leaves shimmering with an otherworldly glow. Even the creatures of the realm seemed to recognize the transformation that had taken place within Elysia, regarding her with curious and knowing eyes.

“In honor of your birthday, I present you with a diamond necklace with a sapphire pendant and a bag of Scarlet Robe Tea. This tea is the rarest tea in the kingdom that nurtures our wolves, making us stronger.” Everyone gasped in surprise, and murmurs instantly broke out. Many of the nobles even stepped forward to take a better look at it.

She was speaking but I couldn’t understand what she was saying. The moment came suddenly, like a bolt of lightning. Her eyes flew open, her back arching off the bed as she screamed my name, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave. Her body convulsed around me, her muscles gripping me in a vice-like grip that had e fighting for control. My own orgasm followed swiftly, a hot rush that left me trembling.

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.

She held up his index finger and cast a deadly magic, the violets. "Tonight is the last full moon in a hundred years. The most appropriate time to start a new life. I am Queen Millorick and my magical kingdom will be the most powerful and invincible ruler!" She shouted and was followed by the horrifying noise of the other witches. Then she took out an object that I had expected, the silver chalice. Millorick had the chalice of flames, while the other two were still safely stored in Glaze. "But we're still missing two of our most precious items.. Even if we only have the second cup, we can become immune to fire by drinking their blood!"