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Being a martial artist herself, Robert had told her about Birthright elites—as the term suggested, those who reached it are individuals bestowed with divine talent. Unless one was a Birthright ranked individual as well, their only option was to run. In Vicky's mind, Frank did not stand a chance, but she would keep him alive no matter what it takes. As long as he lived, there was always a chance. That would not be the case if he died, which was why she would hand over the Rejuvenation Pill recipe just to keep Frank safe! Drakon, however, chuckled coolly. "It's too late. You're going down, kid."

Alas, her words only garnered a more heartless, taunting response from Raiden. Raiden sneered, his tone full of disdain. "Won't forgive me?" He clicked his tongue. "Ridiculous! Celia's the only daughter of Lumley Medical's chairperson. The director will never forgive me if anything happens to her!" I struggled to climb out of the gap between the cabinet and the floor. The wound on my leg had been ripped open in the process, my blood staining every inch of my body. Even so, I couldn't care less. I had to live!

The arena's floor cracked open, and massive green vines slithered out from the ground, rising like giant snakes. The crowd erupted in cheers, excitement, and applause at Andrew Hasson's appearance, the Son of the Black Eye Mother. He was so ostentatious, but his power was undeniable. He was nearly perfect both physically and magically. Before Maximilian's arrival, he was the one trusted to become my right-hand Beta. In our pack's tradition, each Alpha would have a right-hand Beta of their own. To become a right-hand Beta, they needed to meet two criteria: loyalty and effective attack skills.

He kept his head lowered, continuing to block me without saying a single word. I clutched my pocket knife as I warily asked him, "What the hell do you want?" He raised his head to look at me. He had a complicated emotion swirling in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse when he called out my name. I didn't say a single word in response. I wondered if he was going to beg me to empathize with Frank and Madison again. "You were reborn, weren't you?" My expression morphed into one of shock upon hearing his words. I whipped around and tried to make a break for it.

The woman gave a slow, dangerous smile. “I am Dione Adrastus, your mother’s cousin. I am here to test your worth.” Sheraphina’s spine chilled. “What kind of test?” “A political one. A strategic one. A moral one.” Her eyes flicked briefly to Elias and Julius. “And perhaps one of loyalty.” Sheraphina shifted uncomfortably. “I haven’t agreed to anything.” Dione stepped closer, voice low. “You were born into a war, girl. Whether you accept it or not—your bloodline will not allow you to stay neutral.”

My throat tightened and tears poured uncontrollably. Kael shifted closer, confused and disturbed. His hand hovered near my arm as if uncertain whether to comfort me or question me more. But before he could speak again, a voice called my name. “Aria.” My entire body stiffened. I turned quickly. It was Damon, Late Alpha Mich’s loyal guard and the Embermoon pack’s Beta. His expression was firm and unreadable. I forced a small, shaky smile and wiped my tears again. Kael narrowed his eyes. “What is it?”

"Appreciate that, but I need to explain how in love with her I am." "Okay if you feel it necessary go ahead." 'Here we go, like this kid, though.' 'Me too. Feels like a little brother I never had.' Declan looks back in the direction of the giggly girls and gets the biggest smile on her face, "Emerald is the only person on the planet who can piss me off and calm me all at once. When I tell you I'm in love with her, I mean deep, crazy, do anything kind of love. If she wanted me to strip my Alpha title, I would. If she wanted to be rogues and live a boring ass life in the human world, I would. If she asked me to kill someone, I would, even if that person was my flesh and blood. If she did somet

“I don’t want to rule in a world where everyone agrees, Chance. What I have in mind is the ability to disagree, but do so in a way where you can inspire change without killing.” Wilhelm limps toward us, wiping at his brow as blood trickles down his forehead. “We will need to do this sooner rather than later.” He sighs, looking around. Monty pinches the bridge of his nose, though he nods. “Yes, I am aware. Round up all those who fought against us. Lily, I will need you to go with Wil to collect the Eternal flame. We can not touch it, and I have a feeling you handle heat better than Chance does.” Lily nods, stepping forward only to find herself tugged back slightly. She spins and looks up at C

The Crescent Divine Silk wasn't all that important to Emberfallen, but it was extremely important to her. Although Emma was only at the intermediate eighth level, she would be able to fight against advanced eighth levels if she could have that treasure on top of her sword skills. She had to obtain it.

“The duke—Thalric Veynor. He is not content with the throne of men. He seeks the Throne of Embers, an artifact forged from the last fire of the world’s beginning. With it, he will not rule… he will consume.” Serenya frowned. She had heard whispers of old relics, half-truths passed through bard’s tales and seer’s riddles. But a throne carved of eternal fire? That was no children’s song. “Why tell me this?” she asked. Cyrion’s ember eyes softened. “Because whether you choose it or not, you are part of this war. You can burn with it… or you can rise from the ashes.” With that, he mounted his stallion once more. Smoke swirled around him, and then he was gone, swallowed into the ruins as though h