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Chapter 14 ~ARDEN~ I kept pressing hard against Elana's chest. Blood spread on my hands but I ignored the violent ache spreading through my body. The same terrifying truth echoed in my ears. She wasn't breathing. No, she couldn't be gone. Not when I’d only just begun to understand what she’d become to me. I closed my eyes and reached deeper toward the power buried within my own soul. "If there's anything left... take it." Heat exploded through my veins as the violet glow returned, brighter than before, swallowing my hands until I could no longer see.

Clara’s POV The gates of Blackmoor Castle loomed ahead—tall, cold, and iron-forged. Just like the man who ruled behind them.Lucas.Even the name tasted bitter on my tongue.The carriage slowed, wheels crunching against the gravel as my fingers tightened on the folds of my gown. I wore black—not for mourning, but for war. Silk draped over my frame like armor, the neckline sharp, the sleeves clawed. The sapphire pendant nestled above my chest, a gift from Ryker, glinted in the sunlight like a warning.Sora leaned in from across the cabin. “You’re trembling.”“No,” I said flatly, staring ahead. “I’m alive.”She didn’t argue. She knew better. I had been many things in my past—omega, mate, prisoner. B

Soon, the young people couldn’t go any further up the mountain. The pressure was too great. Their legs were getting weak. If they kept moving forward, they’d have to kneel. Right after that, much news about the miracle in Higurashi Shrine appeared on Japan’s internet platforms. Countless people started rushing over to Higurashi. *** Clara Beck finally made it home in her car. She was troubled by a lot of thoughts on her way home. Clara was only an ordinary girl. She had never encountered the cultivation realm. She only practiced martial arts with Aurelius Augustus because of his determined persuasion. Of course, Clara also wanted to become an expert fighter like Aoda, who nearly everyone adm

He must have been feeling light headed, from all the blood he’d lost. “What’s your name, sweetheart?” He asked, and I noted the gentle lilt to his manner of speech. “Claire,” I said. “And don’t call me sweetheart.” “I’m Declan. What’s a nice girl like you doin’ in a place like this?” I rolled my eyes, tugging down one of my sweatshirt sleeves and pressing it against his forehead in an attempt to stem the bleeding. “I’m not such a nice girl. And if you don’t quit being so goddamned smarmy, I’m just gonna let this bleed until you pass out.” He smiled up at me then, a bright, earnest thing that lit up his entire face. I found myself smiling back.

Lysandra sat in front of her screen, reviewing the images with an increasing sense of unease. Each photo was eerily clear—the blood, the torn body, the unnatural claw marks. But then, as she examined the images more closely, something strange caught her attention. In one of the shots—taken just before her blackout—she noticed a figure. Faint but unmistakable. It was a shadow, lingering at the edge of the clearing, near the treeline. Lysandra's breath caught in her throat. She zoomed in, trying to clarify the figure. But it didn’t make sense. The figure was vague—shadowy and indistinct—but its presence was undeniable. She had seen it, or at least sensed it, earlier.

Because you are mine, Liam Raul King. Whether you want me or not. Whether you feel anything for me or not. You changed my life. You molded me into this version of myself. You made me yours. And… I’ll make sure you never forget it. You will always be mine. No matter what it takes. Claire After everyone else had gone to bed, I couldn’t settle. I slipped out to the poolside alone, cradling a glass of chilled white wine as the night air brushed my skin. My phone buzzed softly on the table beside me.

Hera threw something else at me, and I was about to dodge being hit by whatever she threw. I went back to the attic. I washed the blood off my face, the cut was still there, and my healing process was extremely slow unlike other werewolves. Tella doesn’t heal fast, and is more of a quiet wolf, she barely talks unless she needs to speak, otherwise, she would just be there, like I didn’t even have a wolf. Well, hearing her voice was the only thing that made me realize that I have a wolf. I didn’t even have anything to eat in the attic, and the Alpha ruined everything.

Clara shook me, snapping me from the darkness of dizziness. I couldn't grasp the situation and I felt the urge to close my eyes and shut down everything around me. Guess I did it but the result was worst. ____________________ Hey you all! If you guys can answer, can you tell me what kind of stories do you like to read more (based on the genres too)? Lya all ♡♡

“I can’t go to the werecat village. They fight with the order in the name of the Celestials.” Clarissa looked down at her robes, the olc symbol brazenly displayed on the front. Centra seemed to know what she was thinking. “I have something for you.” Centra spoke a few words in the ancient language before a familiar fabric appeared in her arms. On the log next to Clarissa, Centra laid her armor. Clarissa’s eyes widened, and she smiled, grateful. Clarissa jumped up, picking up the armor and swirling around with it. When Arcadia insisted she wear it, Clarissa didn’t realize how much she would miss not having it.

I looked at her in disbelief. Jane grinned at me even more. I could also see the disgust in its eyes. “You’ll pay for why I didn’t have a whole family...” she grabbed my arm and I almost winced as her nail sank into my skin. “You’ll regret why you’re still alive, Klaire,” she said angrily. There were tears in the sister’s eyes. “Congratulations, because my news is that you will not only marry a monster but also a demon! I can’t wait for what will happen to you...”