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“I know you did everything for Melinda and your unborn child.” She reached over and took my hand, clasping it firmly. “Melinda is lucky to have found a mate like you, Keith. If only….” She sighed, and her expression deflated, tears gleaming in her eyes, “If I could break the curse binding the three of you by sacrificing my life, I would have done it in the blink of an eye… But….” Her voice trailed off and she gazed into the space with an empty expression. The curse of the three mates had been haunting the werewolves for generations. Despite trying all sorts of ways and methods; no one had managed to figure out a way around it.

“You all must be very tired after the long journey.” Isaac nodded. “You bet, Uncle Jin.” “You must be Isaac,” Uncle Jin said, chuckling. “I wonder if you have the Shrine Maiden gene, too.” Isaac looked lost for a moment. “Huh? I thought the Shrine Maiden gene was genetic, not contagious. And we have no Shrine Maidens in our family, the Davises, Uncle Jin.” Uncle Jin laughed. “Joke. I was joking.” He turned to the others. “Let’s have some tea.”

Kazuma was frozen. It was like time stood still for him to process all that, but he still couldn't find it easy to believe what was special about him. He just wanted to live a normal life and die like other people, was it wrong to have given birth to him? a cursed someone? But at the second thought, he thought it wasn't that bad since he'll die and reincarnate to start anew. "Well couldn't that be called a gift?; he uttered furrowing his brows.

The peaceful garden had become a scene from hell itself. “You cannot escape the fate that has already been written for you,” the entity hissed, using Aunt Gellie’s mouth. “It is imprinted in your blood, in your personality, and in your cursed ability to see creatures that do not belong to the world of the living. When this ends… you will be mine.”

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She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

Big and dangerous that will no doubt have grave consequences for us all. Especially the one who has hired us all to this Facility. He is mad with a desire for eternal life. He has mages visit us sometimes to do different experiments on the Subject. What they do to him is beyond me. It sometimes appears back in its room with strange black markings on its body. After a few days though; the markings just disappear. This place fills me with dread, and I don’t know how much longer I can continue to work for these kinds of people. The work here greatly tests one’s faith in God.

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“I leave for Goldtower to negotiate peace and instead get besieged by clowns.” “Clowns?” Corvin asked, mock-offended. “I am a sophisticated jester, thank you very much.” “You are a hazard,” Alaric muttered. “A hazard wrapped in charm and entirely too much hair gel.” Corvin shook his head. “Hair gel is a necessity for survival, dear Alaric. How else would I maintain this lethal allure while remaining deadly on the battlefield?” Edric coughed to suppress laughter, clearly failing. “You know,” he said finally, “it is a wonder anyone takes us seriously on diplomatic missions at all.”