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Nimueh yelled Roman and Lucas looked at Legion who was still lying on the floor, one medium sized python was wrapped around his neck and two small boom slangs were holding back his hands. Almost like they captured him for Nimueh, Legion definitely didn’t tell them that side of the story and what was weirder was the fact that they used to be lovers. So it was low key also relationship issues, they had history and Legion didn’t even tell them part of it. “He wronged you, fine!” Roman yelled and she turned to face him

Ace was walking down a path of rose petals, candles flickering in the ancient sconces, and pack members gathered to witness history in the making. "Elegant but warm," I said slowly. "Formal enough to honor the occasion, but not so formal that it feels cold. This is about family as much as it is about power." "I love it. Very Colleen Hoover meets medieval fantasy." I laughed despite myself. "That's oddly specific." "But accurate, right? All that romantic tension with a touch of ancient mysticism?" "You're ridiculous." "But I'm not wrong." She wasn't wrong. There was something deeply romantic about the idea of watching the man I loved claim his birthright. Something that made my heart race and

He places a hand over mine. "Do not." Cesar looks me in the eyes. He is so beautiful. His chocolate eyes shine like honey in the firelight, his dark eyelashes framing them. "My mother and father's love story is the traditional love story. Man and woman meet, man an woman fall in love, man and woman marry. But you and I… You and I will have our legacy written on the walls of Castle Rock forever." I place my hand on his hot cheek, my fingers tracing a pattern over his powerful jaw and into the dimple on his chin. He leans into my touch, savoring the feeling of my skin on his.

“But I heard he’s really serious about his studies. Apparently, he sticks to the rules or something.” Emma nodded, a spark of understanding in her eyes. “He is! But that’s what makes him so interesting. He’s not just good-looking; he has depth and ambition. Did you know he’s on a scholarship too? His family lost their wealth, but he still works hard and takes his responsibilities seriously.” Gabrielle's heart raced with new determination. “If he cares about rules and studying, then maybe I should take my studies seriously too!” she exclaimed, feeling excitement build inside her. “If I can be the best, he might notice me!”

My fingers flip my naturally bleach blond hair out of my face in frustration. "Now, help us look for something her soul may be tied to.” Ethan responds, understanding my silence. "We're not bringing it to a witch, are we?" I groan. I hate witches. Always double crossing, lying, getting involved in things that don't involve them. "We want to know what happened, don't we?" Ethan smirks as he backs away from me. Fuck. Not only is someone creating newborns, we have to see a witch so we are one step ahead.

"That's what we should do. Once you've got your power, and I've figured out this whole summoning thing. We should find where the witches keep it all and get rid of it. Make sure it doesn't happen to anyone else." The sincerity in his voice stole my breath away, and I couldn't look away from the way the moonlight caught the color in his eyes. The slight breeze coming off the water stirred the wild strands of his hair. It all cast a spell that seized my heart in a painful squeeze. Hunter glanced back at me, about to say something else, but paused. Instead, he leaned in close, his lips hovering over mine as he stared into my eyes, a question unspoken between us.

“Afraid that if I stayed, I’d lose myself. And I’ve spent my whole life trying to prove I wasn’t what the Declans tried to erase.” Silence fell between them like ash. Then Helena reached up, touched his jaw. “Then let’s rewrite everything.” He blinked. “What?” “Legacy isn’t about revenge anymore. It’s about what we build. Together.” Lucien stared at her, torn between ruin and redemption. “You still love me?” he asked. “I never stopped.” Their kiss wasn’t gentle. It was war and peace colliding. Their fingers gripped at each other like lifelines. Everything between them betrayal, longing, love spilled into that moment.

To stay competitive, factions had to engage in conflicts to keep their immortal word vibrant and dynamic. Spectral Legacy, ranked seventh among the major factions, was frequently targeted by the others. Being the weakest, it often faced friction and conflicts from stronger rivals. Ragan, despite being raised by the Spectral Legacy, was quite perceptive. He recognized that the faction's situation was unsustainable. The faction's finances were strained, and the apprentices lacked motivation for their training.

she said as if she were swearing. "You take things too far," Elizabeth said, leaning into her sister, who was standing by her side. "That is how much I hate this man, and you are suggesting that I have s*x with him?" she asked, and they shook their heads. "Be careful though," Elizabeth said, lifting her body from her sister and standing straight. "Of what?" "Hate turns to love when cultivated," Elizabeth finished. Lila opened her mouth to say such horrible comebacks, but she understood her sisters were just trying their best to be supportive, and she was grateful for them. "Thank you," she said instead of all the things that had come to mind.

"Not in the way you're thinking. He didn't come in flesh. But in essence. He reminded me, made it clear the ritual was never broken. Just... suspended. The bond was never gone. Just waiting." My fists clenched at my sides. "Then we sever it again. For good this time. We'll summon every Seer, every ancient order. We'll rip this magic apart at its roots." She didn't answer. Not right away. And then she looked at me like I was something impossibly far away. "I'm afraid it's not just magic anymore," she whispered. "It's memory. It's blood-etched. Legacy-bound. He carved himself into me in ways even death couldn't scrub clean."