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The one who had Dark souls working for him. Evanora flinched. For the first time in her life. She had never been afraid of anyone. But this man was not someone she could mess with. At least, not right now when she indeed was rusty. Dankein let go of her throat, loosened the grip over her neck, and retreated to his initial place. He chuckled. Evanora closed her eyes and then opened them to suggest, “Find the Heavenly Book.”

All I knew was that if it had anything to do with that demon on the computer then this might be worse than I thought. “Okay,” she said in between her sobs, she continued in telling me about her dream, not leaving out a single detail. She told me about gashes that had appeared, how she had mumbled some sort of chant under her breath and how the demon had appeared. Abby cuddled in my arms and explained how it had disappeared after the symbol had been revealed. Even now she had thought that she had woken up and had seen it in the mirror and woke up in a start. “Then, I came straight down here, those eyes burning in my mind, to research everything on the computer. I found out that the beast is a

While she was doing research about her mom's death, she came across a person spilling about black magic He handed her a book completely related to spells and every information related to black magic That's when she learned about it completely "I have a book in school which has all the information about black magic," She wrote and showed them "What's the book name?" Adar asked She quickly scribbled again "It doesn't have any name except a black cover on top" "I knew it" Adar claimed "It's an ancient book of black magic called 'devil sorcery' it disappeared a long time ago just like the wall of death book I wonder who is the person who gave it to you"

The candy was just a trick to cover the deadly particles. Miss Catwood added that the formulated candy contained three major deadly drugs; one was Tylenol which can caused liver damage and toxicity, second, Benzos that caused deadly respiratory depression and last, the deadly Warfarin that caused fatal internal and external bleeding. She took one candy and opened it using her cutter and asked Arnold to look for some animals outside, she advised him to search for a mammal for it has nearer structure with humans than reptiles and birds. William saw a little pig from the neighbour and asked the owner if he could buy it for 200 U.S dollars. The old man agreed and gave the swine to Arnold.

CHAPTER TWELVE She used a soft lipstick that added bare color and shine. It didn’t add authority or boldness or blatant sexuality. It didn’t turn her into any sort of femme fatale. She didn’t need that. The Wolf wouldn’t want that. Her stomach ached in ways that reminded her of Aleta in her womb, of the hollowness after she was birthed, of the barrenness of her soul now that she was dead. She felt something strange in her eyes. Not tears. No, a glitter. Something feral and dangerous. Her teeth pulled back from her lips in a snarl until she caught herself and coughed demurely. She pulled her sunglasses over her eyes to hide the predator’s shine.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

“Yes, I’m very familiar with many types of mix drinks, and I’m a pretty fast leaner on ones I don’t know yet.” “Good, there is a book over at the bar that has a list of the dinks that Mr. Baphomet and his guest likes to drink. It should also have the direction on how they like it made. I’ll go and make sure everything is being taken care of down there.”

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

His eyes were dark and completely without expression. "My name is Alaric Virelli," he said, as though he expected that to mean something to me, as though his name was supposed to settle everything. "I don't care who you are," I said. "I am not going anywhere with you." Dorian grabbed my arm again and this time he yanked me toward him so hard that I stumbled. He got his face close to mine and his eyes were ugly with something I recognized after a moment as desperation. Not anger. Desperation. He needed this. Whatever this was, he needed it badly enough to drag me out of the house in the rain and hand me over to strangers.