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She was the strongest witch from her clan, and I was her powerful hybrid child, until they came. The witch who had prepared the Anthurium must have known who I was, and surely had enough grudge against me and my mother to go to that lengths. To perform such a strong potion, a sorcerer must be willing to sacrifice a decade worth of their power - for a decade they will have no power and be unable to conjure up spells and someone had willingly done that in exchange for our death. I was going to find that person, and I was going to make death the easy way out for them. I flung the dead squirrel as far as I could, and with the back of my hand, I wiped my mouth before turning slowly to Damon. A wh

What are you taking me for? Lacey chortled out loud. She covered her nose and took a few steps backward, keeping a fair distance away from him. "You can think whatever you want, but we're through. And you should stop bothering me again." In my past life, Xavier had been very easily swayed by Lacey and convinced to help her throw me off the roof to my death. It was obvious that he was simply obsessed and even infatuated with her. So, in this life, of course, he also wasn't going to take her flimsy excuse to break up.

Dark, oily tendrils began to coil beneath the surface - alive, hungry, and whispering in tongues that had not been spoken since the first death. They weren't just in the water; I felt a sharp, sympathetic tug in my own chest. The basin trembled, caught in a violent struggle between the silver light of life and the ink of decay. “Fascinating,” Morthos Gravemind, the Necromancer Overseer, leaned so far forward he nearly fell from his throne. His bone pen scratched frantically. “Her essence dances on the knife’s edge between realms. Death has claimed her once, yet she refuses to stay claimed. It is a stalemate of the soul.”

“You made him dead.” Nero’s mouth quirked. “Yes. I did, right?” he beamed with pride. “So I did. And yet his shadow keeps an appointment. I wish he had a grave that I could pluck his bones from and feed it to the dogs.” Nico’s gaze narrowed on the single chess then trailed back to the screen. “Shadows don’t cut power to locks. Neither do they send packages,” he said slowly. “People do.”

"By the time you find him… it'll already be the end." "How do you know it's him?" I asked. Something felt very wrong. I had never told her about Alaric. I did not understand why she was saying all that, but her words threw my mind into chaos again. "Alaric is no good. He's actually a necromancer from the neighboring village. Your father paid a tremendous price to buy materials from him to preserve the body. "That stuff… is refined from the dead." My breathing hitched. She kept going.

"You will have your own mission. Basing on this news, it will be soon" "I could refuse" "It's not in your nature" "If you die on the field, I'm going to resurrect you and kill you very slowly" "You have to find a necromancer first. And I heard they are rare. Very rare" "Oh... yes, they are," Reagan stumbled. Willow narrowed her gaze but didn't press it. She has her own shit to deal with. With a "will keep you updated," willow cut the call.

On another occasion, Azael challenges the boy at the entrance (who keeps watching us) to leave double the money on the table above it, and he does, but because of the way he looks at us both with So much hatred, I know this doesn't end here -Your turn, Grimm. -said the player on our right to Azael. He looks at his letter, and then mine. And curses. He takes his letter and places it on the table, finishing the round. It's a seven. -Wow! It looks like we're going to have another test! Or do you prefer to double the money?- he asks Azael maliciously. He looks at me and I don't know what to do, a feeling of fear takes over me.

Gasps and whispers rippled through the onlookers as they watched in shock. Elder Magnus stepped forward, his eyes wide with surprise. He extended his hand toward Constantine, who remained standing, her eyes glowing with an intensity I had never seen before. "We have a winner," he declared, his voice resonating with authority. The crowd erupted into cheers, celebrating the new Supreme Sorcerer. I lay on the ground, a profound sense of defeat washing over me. I had given my all, and yet, something inexplicable had occurred during the ritual. It was as if the very forces of magic had chosen Constantine over me.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."