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he claims before bowing and walking away. The amulet vibrates on the dark, damp floor of the dungeon with ebbing magic. The growls and hissing of the hydralith, however, still echoes in my ears. Prince Rasmus studies the amulet with disdain before he picks it up with his free hand, the other clutching the Merilure. No matter how many times I see it happen before my eyes, it’ll still shock me how such a humongous beast can be trapped within a crystal. Magic is certainly incredible. And dangerous.

But I held on. As the amulet blazed with a fiery red light, a powerful blast erupted, sending everyone, including myself, flying backward. The force of the explosion knocked the breath out of me, leaving me disoriented and dazed. The room was filled with dust and debris, obscuring my vision. Slowly, I regained my senses, coughing and blinking away the remnants of the blast. I struggled to my feet, my body aching from the impact. As the dust settled, I could make out Azrael, still standing but visibly shaken, and the plump woman, her cloak tattered and her expression one of shock. Gritting my teeth, I mustered my strength and determination once more. I couldn't let this opportunity slip away.

Amelia hastened to his side, her breath catching as she stepped into the sanctum. Inside, the mural stretched across the wall, a tapestry of enigmatic symbols and figures. Amelia's eyes darted across the scene, piecing together the story of power and sacrifice depicted in faded pigments. "By the gods..." Gabriel's voice was a hushed whisper beside her. Together, they studied the mural, their minds working in tandem to unlock its message. "Look, the constellation," Amelia said, excitement creeping into her voice. "It mirrors the one on the map. And there—" She traced a line through the stars, leading to a depiction of a heart cradled in the hands of a celestial being.

In the center, bathed in the pale moonlight, lay the amulet. Amelia reached for it, her fingers trembling with anticipation. As soon as her skin made contact with the ancient artifact, a surge of magical energy shot through her body, engulfing her in a brilliant aura of power. The amulet seemed to awaken something within her, igniting a newfound strength and confidence. With her newfound power, Amelia turned to face the werewolf, her eyes blazing with determination. She raised her hand, and a beam of energy shot forth from the amulet, striking the werewolf square in the chest. The creature howled in pain, momentarily stunned by the unexpected attack.

He didn’t tell her that after drinking her blood. Amelia could almost feel his dejection. “Thank you,” she said with gratitude, even more determined not to get played by her emotions, by the feelings he was able to stir within her. But the same feelings were stirred when she was with Vargauz. Though he never affected her on the base level. She never felt his emotions. She looked at his face to understand the emotions. She heaved a long breath and looked over her left shoulder. “I want to go back to my chamber,” she said as she stared at a huge painting that was hanging right over the bed. It was a painting of a stunning woman whose skin glowed like a star. Her golden tresses were like sunshi

The door closed behind me, and I strode down the stairs, not too long I finally came in contact with a bright golden light. I stood there with a small firm smile on my face, it's been a long time since I came to this room. "Aetherion Medallion," I announced and stretched my hands upward, and in a few seconds a book flew toward my hands. In front of the book was a diagram like that of a medallion drawn on it. I stared closer at the diagram, and my eyes widened. "This diagram is the same as the necklace Hazel is putting on." "Hazel can't be related to the Silver Creed Pack could she?"

I didn't want Alexis to leave at the same time I didn't want him to hear what the seer would say to me, he seemed nervous about leaving me alone with the seer and I hated that. The seer waited for Alexis to leave before her eyes began to dart around me. “I can't believe you are real. I saw in it, where is my book?” She was running about the whole place now and her large dress made it difficult for her. When she eventually grabbed a large book and opened it I noticed there were illustrations everywhere, most of them in color, it was obvious why it attracted her attention. Some of the images depicted wolves. One showed a woman lying next to a human corpse covered in fur. There were so many pic

I treated it like an egg, a fragile little thing and it really needed to be taken care of like that, since it was in my possession, after all. Sweeping my hair to the side, I put the amulet over my neck, hissing slightly as soon as it touched my chest. I have worn it a total of two times and I still didn't get used to the sudden spark it gave. It was a sharp sensation, a prickly one, like the amulet was trying to draw my soul to it, which it did. According to the book, the Amerlis amulet is a very powerful gem, imbued with the powers of the ancestral witches and gives the wearer unlimited power. It draws the soul to it as one, making the user's initial powers even more powerful when using it

“This is something I need to do alone. Just give me the amulet.” The other guard wanted to protest, but when he saw the glint in my crimson eyes, a sign that one wrong move from him could bring my Lycan to the fore, he sighed. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small, silver amulet. It was a small metal piece, with countless runes etched into the surface. This was the only thing that could unlock her cell—an enchanted piece of silver imbued with magic strong enough to contain even her. Only the Moon Goddess knew where my dad got this from.

“He’s using it. Or at least trying to.” Later that night, we set up camp a safe distance from the Rogue King’s forces. The warriors were on edge, their movements tense as they prepared for the inevitable confrontation. I sat by the fire, Liora’s journal in my hands. The hidden letter I’d found haunted me, its words playing over and over in my mind. The Amulet… it’s more than just a weapon. It’s tied to a bloodline, one that must be protected at all costs. “What are you thinking?” Drystan asked, sitting beside me.