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they barked. The Bloodfangs weren’t trying to kill us. They were herding us. I turned sharply, just as a screech echoed from the cliffside. A massive form emerged from the mist. Wings. Jagged, skeletal. Eyes like molten gold. It wasn’t a Bloodfang. It was something worse. “Revenant!” Freya shouted. The beast let out a shriek that rattled my bones. Revenants were ancient—monsters twisted by the old magic buried deep in the land. Few who saw one lived to tell the tale.

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Kisha didn’t know where she was going, she only knew she couldn’t stay at home. The argument with Corey had ended hours ago, but his words were still circling inside her head. To conquer the world together is a great deal. She wanted to prove him wrong by letting him witness what she had just seen. She had even pretended to believe him. But now, walking alone through the busy streets of Stark City, she realized how deeply those words had reached. The evening crowd moved around her. Cars honked, people laughed, street vendors called out to passing customers and music drifted from an open shop. But Kisha heard none of it clearly. She simply walked, one street became another, then another. She

Gosh, this was hard! Unsure of what to do or where to go, Erin stood where she was, thinking. She still couldn’t figure out how she could be here alone when she’d run into the cave with over a dozen werewolves, including her mate. And what about those that had entered the cave before them? What about Nikjin who had been speaking to them from within the cave? Was this another one of his dark magic? Was this place even real? “Edvana Batog of Quandagh, or is it Erin Brown of Fairbanks?”

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.

It Was something science couldn't explain so she termed it as bullshit. Now, she knows better than call that bullshit. She wouldn't be surprised if there existed those magical creatures written in those paranormal novels like vampires, werewolves and witches among others. After her rebirth, She came to understand that there's some truth in those fantasy novels she used to read in the past. In the past, They were meant to entertain her, loving how those author's imagination would run wild.Well the only problem She had back then with those novels were waiting for their daily update, it was a pain in the ass for her.

Candlelight flickered across gold-lettered spines. She was reading about divine bloodlines. About children of gods. About power inheritance. About how rare it was for divine traits to show physically. Her blonde hair. Her blue eyes. Her fingers tightened on the page. She looked like him. Not by blood. But enough to make the world assume. Enough to make people see things that weren’t true. The door creaked open. Luke stepped inside, pausing when he saw her. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.” “You’re not,” she said quietly.

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I came so hard I nearly blacked out, pussy milking him desperately for every drop. When he finally pulled out, cum poured from me in a heavy flood, splashing onto the floor. I collapsed forward onto my hands and knees, panting, broken, and still aching for more. Azrael knelt in front of me and lifted my chin. “You have pleased me greatly, Lila,” he said, voice thick with satisfaction. “But there is one more step. My realm calls for you. The true coven awaits.” Before I could respond, the floor beneath us began to crack open. A swirling portal of black fire and shadow appeared, pulsing with raw power. I could see glimpses of another world through it. Crimson skies. Towers of obsidian. Countle

My fingers found my clit—already slick, already begging—and the first slow circle made my back arch so hard water sloshed over the edge. “Oh God,” I whispered, even though I knew it was the wrong name to say. I stroked faster. Two fingers sliding over and around my clit while my other hand came up to pinch my nipple the way I imagined he might. The water made everything slippery, louder. I slipped one finger inside myself, then two, curling them the way I’d done every morning for weeks. My hips rocked up to meet my hand. The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made sta