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It was his vigilance that saved Ding Hao's life and gave him a chance to perform the Yin and Yang Pisces Diagram. The lifespan of God Realm Masters was extremely long. Even if they were smashed to pieces, there was still a possibility of resurrection as long as their divine souls were not completely destroyed. Before Ding Hao was blown up by the Extermination Death Ray, he performed the Yin and Yang Pisces Diagram, which was a crucial part of his later counterattack. To be honest, Ding Hao himself was not sure whether the Yin and Yang Pisces Diagram could restrain the Seven Star-shaped Eyes of Fate. At first, he just wanted to resist the power of the pupil radiance, but he didn't expect that

Zorean roared as he threw the indestructible Dark Arts ‘Wheel of Death’ towards me. However, I was not called the Grand Master of the Dark Arts for no reason and as the volume of the song systems amplified further, I jumped up high and shouted, “DARK ARTS NET OF CAPTURE !!!” while flipping over the Death Wheel which soon after, changed its course to follow me.

Black spots appear in my vision and then… nothing… ~~**~~ [Unknown] The walls feel like a prison for the first time after a long time. My paintings appear more morbid than usual. My eyes dart towards the door from time to time, the door that never opens. The door that bars my magic and me from becoming free. But today, something tells me that Davina will come. She will come to seek answers. But I must not reveal what I am able to do…. No, you cannot. Not yet. I am about to stand up from the small wooden chair when I hear footsteps. My lips curl into a smile. Davina is here.

Kimber stood by, watching the ensuing chaos in horror. “Dragon, I'll get you, all of you,” he screamed, as Nick and Adam held him down.But Madchen paid no attention, as she watched Drago turn a shade of blue, and foam at the mouth. “Drago!” She dropped to her knees, shaking him by the shoulders, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he stared up at the lights, seeming catatonic. His green eyes faded to a deep black, rolling to the back of his head.

me makes my eyes tremble. It resembled my visions exactly. Dimitri was in front of me, his lips and chest gushing blood from a dagger. I stabbed him in the heart with the silver knife in my shaking hands. I scream, “No, no, no, no, no!!!” and hastily place him on the ground. I took the dagger from him; the darkest magic had tainted and contaminated it. I covered his wound with my hands.“Alpha!” exclaimed Lance and Gabe as they hurried to join us. The whole pack stopped to watch, terrified of what would happen to their alpha. Dimitri tries to pronounce “Isabelle—” but it only sounds like a dry cough. I close my eyes and start chanting a healing spell, saying, “No Dimitri don’t speak, I’m goi

Indeed he learned how to master his demonic arts but he was yet to put it into practice. A crescent-shaped blade stood among the blades, held by a man with a pair of lilac eyes – looking down at the tear-soaked child as if the latter was a prey and the man behind the black mask was the predator. The twelve-year-old mind of the Nether World princeling remembered this one particular image, a scene that would haunt him for the rest of his adolescence until he could master the arts of his demonic magic.

“We Dhampirs are training to be able to wield all 3 though, most of us concentrate of elemental or light magic, dark magic should only be used in extreme circumstances.” “Could dark magic be used to manipulate someone’s heart?” Helga nodded slowly, “It is possible though, I would require a significant sacrifice.” Achilles frowned at her, Helga thought that his highness truly was quite ignorant. “All magic comes with a price your Highness, when using elemental magic, we draw power from out surroundings.” She demonstrated by summoning a gust of wind through the room, she then motioned towards a shelf containing candle sticks and all of them sparked alight almost simultaneously, she waved a han

Four months later. GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI Screams echoed all around him. The dungeon reeked of old blood and scorched flesh. “I shall ask again,” Vladya snarled, dipping a branding iron into the bed of hot coals until it gleamed red with heat. “What can you tell me about the dark mage who dared to tamper with the mind of Urekai’s ultimate ruler?” The iron hissed as he raised it, reflecting a glow in the wide, terror-stricken eyes of the male shackled before him.

he says pointedly, looking right at me. “Wait…you mean on you?” I slightly shriek in disbelief, understanding what he means. He nods in reply. “But…what kind of makkari possesses dark magic, can emulate the power of the eyti and can create a powerful enough cloak that it almost conceals them from a God?” I question in confoundment.

★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon’s mother, Light, was basking in the peaceful moment as she watched over the pup. He was a sweet little boy, no more than three years old, his tiny body curled up in sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Light’s once troubled eyes, now calmer and filled with a nurturing warmth, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from the pup’s forehead. This child, whom Damon had taken under his wing, had become a light in their lives—a reminder of innocence amidst the darkness they often faced.