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The figure appeared to be an old man, he has long beard and he held a long staff, as long as his height. "Lady Gwendolyn" The man said The priestess was shocked, only the elders knows her real name. "Who are you?" Lady Blythe asked "I'm Elmer, the strongest sorcerer in Doka, the elders knows me well" He said and moved closer, gently sat on her bed. Lady Blythe moved away from him. Elmer smiled. "Gwendolyn, or Lady Blythe if I may call you that....." "You killed the Voiros" He said

Elera’s scream was swallowed in it, a raw, agonized sound as her soul was ripped free from her body. Her spirit flickered, a silhouette of white fire before slamming violently into the parrot’s body. The other soul, older, hungrier, rushed the other way. Melinda’s essence surged forward, twisting, coiling, forcing itself into Elera’s body with a soundless roar. Then silence. The candles went out. Smoke still hung in the air like a veil of ghosts. The glow of the spell slowly faded, leaving only the smell of burnt herbs and hot metal. Elera’s body… no, Melinda’s new vessel stood in the middle of the glowing circle, her hands trembling slightly as she flexed her fingers for the first time in c

Something Elengard had brought her, to soothe her nerves today. And likely, to end her near-constant pacing. Which did seem to work. Bast willed it to always burn for her. Keeping the room cozy. She’d learned that when Elengard mentioned it a month ago. Book in lap, she was now absorbed in quests completed by a knight of the Round Table and his trusted friend, Merlinus. Elsabet’s attention lapsed from the book as she ran a hand through her hair. Instantly feeling a gaze on her, she looked around.

" I've been on this earth longer than you think, and longer than I should, and I've rarely heard of the man. Apparently, he was a fan of Melia. " Yes, he was. " Elijah told she and turned his gaze to the main entrance of the kitchen, Melia was there with her diary open, turning the pages without even touching them. "But how the hell...? " It's sorcery. " Said Za"It's called lordeath. " That's not a poison," Za couldn't help but laugh at the question " No, Elijah, it's not a poison. " So what is it? It's just that... It says in the book that they killed the mother..." He hadn't finished speaking when he heard how something closed abruptly, it was the door that Melia had slammed.

Chapter 1: The Binding Contract The towering spires of Emberforge Citadel pierced the stormy sky like obsidian blades as Elyndor Starveil stepped through the massive enchanted gates, his travel cloak heavy with rain and his heart pounding with a potent mix of defiance, ambition, and nervous anticipation. At twenty-four, the young mage had earned his place as one of the most promising apprentices in the realm through sheer talent and relentless determination. Yet being personally assigned to Lord Sylas Emberforge, the most feared and respected sorcerer lord in the kingdom felt less like an honor and more like stepping willingly into a dragon’s lair. The air inside the citadel hummed with raw,

Merlin walks over to her, “Catch me up.” She nods and does; he frowns then groans. “He had a fucking Reliquary!” Dracula looks at Merlin with more anger than even he’d been looking at Eliza with. “A means of saving himself, even after supposed death. But the fire should sort that out.” Eliza hums, “We need my men’s father to weigh in. This is his son’s body after all.” He nods, “I’ll be back.”

He asked, trying to sound normal, but his racing heart gave him away. "Surprised?" Elric gave him a smile that seemed to unsettle him. His smile was sinister, and his fangs were unnaturally long. Even his eyes seemed like a mixture of red and gold, glowing in the darkness. "I just came to talk. Have a seat, make yourself comfortable." He then took the seat facing the bed, relaxing in it.

Dying of secondhand embarrassment, I hurried out of the room, trying to get rid of the image in my head. My face was burning as I stumbled into the hallway, mortified beyond words. Goddess, I needed bleach for my eyes. Still shaken, I pressed a hand to my chest, willing my heartbeat to slow. That was when I felt it. The shift in the air. That scent again. Pine. Metal. Blood. Slowly, I lifted my head and froze. Elric stood at the end of the corridor, his tall frame draped in his favorite black coat. His murky brown eyes gleamed with mockery. Suddenly, breathing became a strenuous exercise.

But she is gone, and now I have to do this on my own. As I am spiraling into despair. Elric has motioned for one of his warriors to step forward. He removes his gloves and rubs his hands together. Sparks erupt from his skin, and he smirks. Holding his hands against the wood of the gate, it bursts into flames under his touch. He moves along the wall, lighting it on fire.

As they approached the sacred grounds, the air seemed to hum with a palpable energy—an anticipation of the discussions that would shape the future of their kind. The entrance to the elders' sanctum loomed before them, adorned with intricate carvings that told the tales of generations past. Seraphina, her scarlet eyes glinting with a mix of reverence and determination, led the way. Adrian, his werewolf features a testament to the unity forged in recent battles, followed closely, while the hybrid child walked beside them, a living symbol of the prophecies that had unfolded.