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- And I will kill you. "I'm Ragnar." The young lightning answered. "Gorehead & Tree". Ragnar saw a flash of hatred in Grimskull's eyes, a flickering expression that indicated he was about to attack, and a recoil as Strybjorn was charged. Grim Skull was undoubtedly fast. Ragnar barely missed the ax attack. As he did so, Strybjorn followed him and struck him down with his shield. The impact caused stars to twinkle in Ragnar's eyes. He fell backwards and his body collapsed under his weight. Grimskull's ax was already descending in an arc of fire. Ragnar barely reached the edge. As the ax struck the corpse below, blood spattered over him and the sound of a butcher's knife snapped through the fle

The transformation was quick and -although traumatic at first- was relatively painless. A screaming young woman struggled against her captors as they dragged her in front of Ping. Wadim grabbed her effortlessly off her feet and held her before his new bride. Ping’s fiery red eyes gleamed as she sank her fangs into the young woman’s wrist and fed with surprising zeal. As the life drained from her victim, Ping’s complexion grew more robust looking. When Ping had her fill, a challis similar to the one that was used to catch her own blood was brought forth and the rest of the young woman’s blood was drained into it. The same servant put a lid on the challis and stealthily took it away, while ano

I ask, the memory of my blood falling on the stone's face and what came after it. “I’m not a hundred percent sure. Saying that I have been led to believe that… certain shifters who hold genes close to the gods, powerful DNA, can access the power or magic those stones hold.” “Like a Grimalkin?” He purses his lips, pale eyes narrowing on me, “Like a Grimalkin,” he confirms. Abner tosses the small black book at me and I easily catch it. It’s plain, with no writing, and thin maybe only twenty pages.

I rambled on. “You have the same auras but yours is brighter. Every ruler of the Underworld has to be an heir of the Light.” I understood nothing from what Mismaia told me. I know it’s probably a serious matter but I just can’t wrap my head around it. I was just cooking mini donuts and waffles like a second ago. I get minimum wage and she’s telling me I’m practically like royalty. “I wanna believe you. This is just not normal for me.” She held my hand. I swiped it away. “I’m sorry.”

Darkness swept in like a storm. I stood at the edge of a battlefield—charred earth beneath my feet, thick smoke curling into a sky cracked with thunder. Bodies littered the ground. Wolves. Lycans. Humans. Their eyes stared blankly at the heavens. In the center, rising from a mountain of ash, stood Griffin. A crown of burning gold hovered above his head, and in his hand… the orb. Only it wasn’t glowing with the soft, sacred light I had come to know. It was bleeding.

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“Sorry, but I'm having trouble believing a talking skull has good intentions.” The air became cold as ice. He turned on his heels, cloak whirling furiously. “Talking skull? Oh, that,” he chuckled, drawing his hood back slightly and bringing his face into the light. The grinning skull shook with laughter. “Do I scare you, Callie Parker? Because underneath that pretty flesh, you're just like me.” He drew closer. “Do you know what the word grimnir means, Callie?” he asked, drawing his fingers across his stony brow. “Like grim? Yeah. Creepy. Like you.”

## Chapter 127 ice Grimoire Complete **Storm Academy, Utah** **September 8, 2032 – Morning, Library Wing** The Ice Ability Grimoire was finished before breakfast. That was the part that still felt a little unreal, even to Celeste. The final draft had spent the better part of two days moving between her office, Rowan’s console, the ward chamber, and the curriculum hall, but now it sat sealed in a crystal-backed case on the central reading table of the library wing. Pale blue script glimmered along its cover. The binding had been reinforced with frost-silver thread, and the first completed volume gave off a faint, cool resonance that made the air around it feel cleaner somehow.

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