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to a presence even more obsessed and dangerous than Dante—and is their new kingdom already under siege from a ghost they thought they had killed? (Watch out for Chapter 194) 💬 Add to library | Drop your Comment/ Reviews | Send Gifts Thank you readers.

"Do not let it reach the Queen!" "It’s not just the gold, General!" Alpha Draven shouted, his claws extending as his charcoal-grey fur bristled in terror. From the tunnel entrances, the shadows on the walls began to peel away. They weren't Malachi’s loyal shadows anymore. They were the twisted, elongated silhouettes of the infected Northern wolves, their eyes glowing with the featureless white void of the Inquisitors. They poured into the chamber like a flood of liquid ink, their jaws snapping with a hunger that targeted the very life-force of the living.

if he ever suspected, even a little, that I am not some humble human priest but also a motherfucking monster hidden inside a black holy cloth. As we all settled around the fireplace, silence sliced us like some knife...screams of agony surrounded the entire realm. Her screams, and then sounds of cheers and claps...then more screams and cries. I don't think I could bear her pain if I even go there...I might definitely snap at those foolish werewolves for being so happy while Freya is clearly in pain.

"Why?" She stares up at me, her eyes unfocused, lost in the pleasure. "I don't know." "Liar," I bite her jaw. "Tell me." "Because I need you," she cries out. "Why?" "Because I’m sick," she sobs, arching her back, meeting my thrusts. "Because you made me want you. It’s a disease I don’t know how to cure." The words should be an insult. Instead, they act like an aphrodisiac. She’s infected. I’ve infected her with my darkness, my obsession.

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The flattery and awe that had once surrounded him had turned into pity and doubt. The entire pack grew restless under the strain of the Alpha's instability. Several Elders visited repeatedly to advise him, only to be driven away by his murderous glare. He became paranoid and stubborn, locking himself away in the empty house. One day, however, he discovered a name in a sealed, forbidden grimoire—the Blood Witches. They were a group of outcasts, shunned by both the werewolves and witches alike, practitioners of forbidden blood magic. He knew it was taboo, a pact with the devil, but he couldn't care less. To find me, he was willing to pay any price.

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I said “Wait, these parasitic nightmares have tricks of their own?!” Dashie said with a scared tone “yep these parasitic nightmares have tricks of their own Dashie” I said “what do you mean Firefly?” Twilight asked “when you a kill infected mob at rare chances at death, a mob head of the infected mob will attack you OR the infected mob explodes releasing buglins” I said “oh my… poor things” said Fluttershy “I feel sympathy towards these poor animals Flutters but these parasitic nightmares are hostile towards you” I said “those parasites shouldn’t infected those mobs in the first place” Fluttershy weeped Bronyium patted Fluttershy’s head “I know you felt sorry about those infected mobs but th

“You sat in that confessional and told me exactly how you wanted to ruin the boy who used to put the hymnals away. Now look at him. Look at what you did. Taking you on the same cabinet where I hang the vestments. Fucking this greedy cunt while the sanctuary lamp is still burning.” He shifted his angle and the head of his cock dragged over the spot inside her that made her vision spark. Helena’s third orgasm hit like a wave—body locking up, a sharp cry torn from her throat, more wetness flooding out around his cock and dripping down the front of the cabinet. Tomas fucked her through it without slowing, the wet sounds growing filthier, her juices coating his length and the polished wood. When

“I am not dead. I am part of the core now. I am the core. And the core is eternal.” She turned to face me. And the core flared. I raised the dagger. “Then I will destroy you both.” --- END OF CHAPTER 38