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Wallowing in guilt and shame will only set me back, but the reason the demon got out of hell was because another, more powerful demon was on a death mission. Stop it, I tell myself. This is exactly the type of negativity a demon would want me to fall into. I take a breath and look into the demon’s eyes. “Auferte malum elementa invocabo. Dimittie eam mitte erranti est ultra modum.” Evander’s head flops back and he lets out a yell. Yanking against the restraints, he jerks his head forward and back over and over, until Tabatha drops the bowl.

“This letter shows that your security is not good, Alpha. If anyone can walk freely in the Pack ground, then what’s the use of elite guards on the borders?” His stern voice reverberated the corridors, the entire hospital got stilled momentarily. “Simple werewolves cannot counter magical attacks, Elijah.” Delilah invited them in after a thorough examination. “As you can see, her hands and tongue have been frozen by a dark spell. It’s an ancient practice to seal a witch’s magic, and mostly it can be cured easily with the reversal spell.” She put away Julian’s arm and bared her right side. “The Blue Swans Coven was ambushed by the Ring Fire Coven in the past. It’s a miracle that she survived, b

“After this, you are mine, Sweet little thing. You’ll not be able to run or escape me. Because no matter where you run to, even though I have to turn this world upside down, I will find you and bring you right back to my side because you are bound to me.” I laughed. “Trying to scare me?” He looked almost human to me at that moment. He was trying to save me from himself? I took the pen from him and signed a contract with the Devil. Grinning, I fired his words right back at him. “Sounds like foreplay,” It was surprisingly a sunny day when I later said yes to marrying Damon in sickness and in lies. He said yes too and for a moment I wondered how fitting it was that I wore the black dress. Perha

Just the smell of ozone and unfinished responsibility lingering in the air. Selena stood there alone, blinking at the decaying altar while water from the storm began trickling across the stone floor like it was staging a coup. Her eye twitched. Her soul twitched. Her lower back twitched because she’d landed like a sack of wet laundry. God knew she tried. She recited every spell she vaguely remembered from internet rabbit holes. “Abracadabra,” “Leviosa”—not “Leviosar,” she corrected herself mid-prayer—and even, in desperation, “Escucha las palabras de las brujas, los secretos escondidos en la noche...” while raising her hands like she was in a soap opera for witches.

"Due to unfortunate circumstances, the engagement will not proceed as planned." Gasps filled the room. My head snapped up, my heart pounding. What? Once again, my hope dashed. I had hoped with Evelyn out of the picture, I was going to be finally recognised by my father but hearing what he said made me wonder what was going on. Evelyn, standing beside our father in a shimmering blue gown, put on her best mask of sorrow. But I knew that look. It wasn’t sadness—it was relief. "Due to Ethan’s condition," my father continued, his voice dripping with insincerity, "my daughter cannot, in good conscience, bind herself to such an unfortunate situation. We wish him the best, of course, but Evelyn’s fu

Chaos erupts as emotions boil over. The remaining coven members gather around us, their faces stern and focused. With determined hands, they bind my wrists and Cal’s with two vibrant red ties, tightly securing our connection. Odette steps forward, holding a black candle that flickers ominously in the nighttime air. She ceremoniously spills the wax along the length of the red thread, reciting an incantation that echoes through the space. “By threads unseen, once bound so tight, I call upon the ancient night. With heart and will, this bond I break, Two souls apart, now separate.” As she casts her next spell, I see the wax creep along between us, the thread burning out and despite how the line

After a year of learning and practice, They both journeyed far and wide to exorcist all those that were cursed and also killed their pact demons, but as destined could have it they couldn't finish their job and most demons end up choosing another avatar, now it seems his son was also choosing. His master was killed in a fight by a strong demon, which made him feel bad, and wanted to succumb to darkness. But was later able to keep the legacy because it was a dying wish from his master. Now it seems life has also cursed him, his loved ones keep getting killed innocently and his son was cursed, he was now going to pass on that legacy to his son, hoping he wouldn't fall into the wrong path and r

he said, like he knows he’s never wrong about anything. Isaac smiled. “Oh, yeah? Well, then, which one is salt? I’m going to pour both of them if you're wrong.” “Isaac!!!” ***** Meanwhile, Cole has returned to the mansion. It was an excruciating day for him and his agent. There were marks of blood all over his handsome face and white polo. He just finished “business” from the hidden society. He had to make sure that nobody would dare to stand against him once he decides what he wants to do with Bright.

“Our pack was the crescent. The Alvuelas were concerned about power, they wanted to rule the entire werewolves pack with the tip of their fingers. It wasn’t in favour of the other packs as they have predicted how toxic the leadership will be, they prefer to be ruled by their own alpha since there is an alpha in every pack. The Alvuelas used violence and threatened the other subordinate packs with the death of their whole pack. They didn’t have much choice than to follow his influence and voted the Alvuelas in power. But there were two heroes from the crescent pack that stood against the whole process. They stood up against the Alvuelas which they didn’t know could lead to their death. The Al

Perfectly syncing with spells at hand, they coordinated as a shrieking scream echo. “Air, fire, earth, and water,” Jessa chanted. A second each fast counting the rhythm of her now reddish hell eyes writing through the air the pendulum of ‘gambit’ forming seconds as the chain of the sun lock its body heaving the demon with pain and agony. “Fleeting of the curse unknown, light!” Hannah screams. As the time leaps her way to the death zone, marking the scythe into a flash of striking lightning throughout the devil’s temple.