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Melloch grinned, “he still squirms deep inside. I can feel him twisting and turning, trying to push me out. His screams ring out like a glorious symphony.” “You’re lying,” she snapped. “Gabriel died. I saw it myself.” “Did he? Are you so certain?” A tear slipped over Aurora’s cheek. If what Melloch said was true then Gabriel was trapped inside a demon. “You’re a monster.” “That matters not. All that matters is you are going to locate the other descendants so I can kill them. Your kind will not interrupt my plans again.” “But my connection to them is too weak. I don’t know where they are.”

There were ducks swimming on the lake while pigeons were on the ground pecking on the concrete floor looking for food i guess. I sat on a bench and leaned on the back rest. That guy has been following me for a week now, he introduced himself as Shan Zhao and that he was working for the imperial family. I almost laughed when i heard that, but he told me he was serious. I tried to be serious too and decided to listen to whatever he has to say which i shouldn't have done, what he said next was what made me laugh, rolling on the ground. "You are the descendant of the great Emperor. And the imperial family needs you. " He said.

"Are you sure? Miss Avangelina deserves a parting and a beautiful one at that. The coven just wishes to say goodbye. You should too sir." "No!" I took a step back. I knew he was in pain but that was only going to make him unstable. I put my hands up in defense but I would only block. I refused to hurt my superiores, my higher up. "There's a spell. It's a very old and powerful spell. It can make the mortal immortal and it can bring the deceased back to life." My eyes widened again. I have never heard of such a spell. "Sir," I said uncertain. Maybe he was going insane. "Maybe you should lie down while the coven arranges her parting."

“Place your hands here and repeat this incantation: 'By the power of knowledge and life, I ignite the spark within my core- Let the magic flow forever within my soul. Grant me what I ask and more!'” I placed my hands in the over sized alcoves and shook off my nervousness. “By the power of knowledge and life- I ignite the spark within my core- Let the magic flow and soar- Grant me what I ask and more!” I felt a strong surge of magical energy and gasped from it, feeling overwhelmed and elated at the same time. Glass Arrow Annihilation, Chains of Agony, Soul’s Doom, Drop of Life, Frost Fire Surge, Shadow Frenzy, Eternal Inferno. Mix the spells to make more powerful attacks. I took a step back a

I don’t want to get killed because of some shit he’s toting around in that case. “I see. And what are we working on that required….” I paused and sniffed the vile. “Holy blood? Not a very common thing. Finding someone who is not just pure but holy isn’t easy. And here I thought I was the blood snob.” I snorted. “It is a potent anti-magic spell. Aunt Sarael invented the spell, like our guild’s talismans but to be modified to target certain types of supernatural creatures.” Khalid explained. “Isis, can you grab a bowl so we can start this? Then I have enough empty canisters that we can fill to use.”

Hadassah chuckled and warned her in a hissing tone, "It is just a simple cut, little soul. I remind you again, it is not time for your screaming, so stop protesting!" Hadassah extended her hands in the cold stormy air, her hair moving and she started to chant the hardest and nastiest spell in witch history, only the astringents of extraordinary power knew how to do it. "O spiritus corporibus resurgent dillecto," she chanted, breathing heavily, blood beginning to drip from her nose. "Auxilium meum verum corpore resurrecturos, anima vero mei resurgent, anima vero mei resurgent," the spell was killing Celandine's body, it required too much power which could be done nothing but her life and she

Lylah uttered, placing down the glass of wine on the outside table as she looked at me with a sharp teasing frown. I inhaled my first bit of the cigar, closing my eyes with pleasure and turned to exhale it on Lylah teasing her back. She coughed waving in front of her face to remove the cigar fumes that surrounded her nostrils. "You tease, come here!" She said, giggling whilst trying to snatch at me, almost falling off her chair. "Hey guys, I think I got something. Look!" Melody said excitedly. "Demolishing spell. It says that it can be used on any beast of hell. It needs the strength of a few witches. The more the better," She explained.

I asked, readjusting my position to listen better. "Well, they are practically descendants of old species. Most likely in the last two hundred years, they had an ancestor who was a part of the supernatural community. Mostly, these are witches in particular who decided to mate with humans. Sometimes Magic dies in family lines, especially when they continuously mix with those that are not their kind, in this case-humans. Blood is forgotten and they and their descendants fade into nothing. But of course, magic can never really be completely gone, that's why once every other generation from the descendants of every forgotten ancient blood, a finder, a glimpse, or a hunter is born." "What are tho

“Because it wasn’t meant to be. The spell wasn’t just targeting minds—it was targeting history. Legacy. It wanted to erase the Amadeus name from existence.” She looks at us both now. “And because the spell was fueled by ancestral magic—and because they used a sacred relic as the anchor—there was no reversing it. Not without destroying the land. Not without tearing apart the very foundation of your bloodline.” “And at that moment, there was no time to do any of that”. Her eyes focus on Dominicus.