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the magician screamed, but the looming cloud of snow was faster than any defensive spell he could cast. In the last moments of his life, the goblin magician finally understood how terrifying humans were. The simple tricks they employed before were merely distractions for a bigger trick behind them. The goblin lord was right all along. Humans were weak. However, it was their weak and cowardly nature that brought them victory.

I wasn’t going to let this continue. It was time to end this. Or so I thought.. I looked around and saw as the servants each fought two or three goblins. All of them are heavily injured too. Even more so than Fenrir. Each goblin has different types of weapons. Axes, spears, or a simple knife or dagger. But their moves and skills aren’t that simple. It wasn’t messy as anyone would expect it to be. One goblin carefully sneaked behind a servant’s back, and I immediately waved my hand to blast off some small shot pheromones. The servant gasped but looked at me with gratitude as he continued to slit two of the goblins’ throats in front of him.

The cave's icy chill pierced my skin banishing sleep to a distant realm. Time elusive and intangible seemed suspended in this shadowy abyss. Around me fireflies flickered their glow a solitary beacon in the darkness. With the arrival of morning a whisper broke my silence though daylight never reached this subterranean world. An ominous wolf a creature more shadow than flesh stood before me. It grinned wickedly declaring the start of its malevolent game. "Today decides your fate" it taunted sending a wave of fear through me.

Too fast. “You’re learning, huh?” he taunted. A lone bookshelf caught the stray flame and ignited instantly, fire tearing through the books. Gildeon snapped his will into it, snuffing the blaze from the shelf and his arm. Only then did it hit him that this was the worst place to be throwing fire around. Ghulik didn’t waste the opening. He lunged in, claws flashing, and swiped at Gildeon’s face. Even with his scales hardening in time, the goblin’s claws raked across his jaw, deep enough to sting.

Reed asks making small talk as we walk. “Onyxbite,” I answer waiting for the pity to follow. “No s**t!” Axel sounds shocked. “That explains the orphan comment,” Reed responds his tone matter of fact. I look up to his eyes and I don’t see pity, I see fury. “I wonder if the same rogues that attacked Onyxbite were the ones that attacked Screaming Eagles,” he says coldly.

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he asked nicely. “It was horrible. Everyone at school called me a murderer and made me feel like I did it. Did I kill my parents?” Ivy asked, hoping he would tell her if she did it. “Ivy, I don’t think you killed your parents. I know you didn’t,” he said, standing up and pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket. “I found this while cleaning up some of the mess,” he said, handing it to her. It was a letter and had blood on it. Ivy read it over and looked at him. “What is a Shadow Dweller?”

I swallowed my gasp as I noticed the doorknob slowly turning. “I know you're in there, Pebbles. I can smell your per—perfume, ” he slurred out. He jerked the knob twice more. “Open this door now, you little whore!” He began banging against the door. My body trembled on the floor, flinching every time he thumped on the door. “Pebbles, if you don't open this motherfucking door, I will kick it in and then whatever I planned to do to you now will be ten times worse, ” he cackled evilly. Why me, Lord? Why does this have to happen to me?

I joked around, alarmed when I recalled Kairo's shelves were full of books. “Ashianna, these are only books. You should be glad your son doesn't want to do something nasty against the other werewolf. He wants to be wiser than me.” Gunner whispered, laughing at me so I walked closer to the books, and touched them as I imagined how Kairo jumped with happiness to see his possession. “I know I should be happy...” I muttered with gentleness. Gunner went back to his seat and continued playing with my father while I was sitting alone in the wooden chair and reading some books.

The smirk angered them further and they chattered more, dancing and bobbing about with spears. I bared my teeth back at them and growled, deep and low. Their noise stopped for a split second as they realised what they were dealing with. But I was hungry and not in the least picky. A goblin hoard would suit me just fine, unfortunately for them. I charged at them, unnaturally fast, grabbing one by the neck and snapping it instantly. The goblin went limb in my grasp and greedily, I latched my fangs onto its flesh, breaking skin and gulping down sweet sweet blood. I tossed the body aside when I'd drained it. One goblin was not going to sate the hunger clawing at my belly, the things weren't even