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"Live, pumpkin. Do what I could not. Take the inheritance that clears tomorrow. Use the McKinnley gold and the Devonshire blood to burn Asmodeus out of our woods. End the rot." He leaned forward, kissing her brow. "And learn to love, pumpkin. Don't be a ghost in your own life. The Blackwood prince... he is the other half of your storm. Don't run from the lightning." He began to fade, the white lilies turning back into the dark velvet of Killian’s bedroom. "We'll see you one day, love. But not today. Go home." The Awakening At exactly 11:59 PM on the 29th, Anna’s eyes snapped open.

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

She poured milk and honey into each cup, then served them on the table. "Drink and eat. Let's talk after you've filled your stomach," Queen Lenna said softly. Astrid took a cup filled with honey milk and took a slow sip. It tasted delicious. Meanwhile, King Ruven opened the parchment that Albus had written and read it. “So you guys are looking for clues regarding Draco's Golden Heart. Humans named it The Heart of Magic. I'm sure you already know this fact. The question is, where is The Heart of Magic?" asked King Ruven, smiling.

King Harvey wraps his arms around me and holds me close. “Goodnight, my wife.” King Harvey whispers in my ear. “Goodnight, my husband.” I say as I drift off to sleep. By morning, I feel more rested and stable. King Harvey is reading a book at my side and has my head resting on his chest. “What are you reading?” I ask gently. “My aunt sent a book about half-breed children. The more children we have their genetic makeup changes, and some will be half, some a quarter werewolf and one might even be a full breed if their genetic makeup skips.”

I whispered. A few moments later, a notification popped up on my phone. A new post from Serena. The picture was of a room blanketed in jewels—rubies, sapphires, emeralds, piled up like small mountains. The caption read: 【Just said I was in a bad mood, and he sent all this. So dramatic! Good morning, my Prince of the Night. 】 The comments were a flood of envious praise. I put my phone down. I couldn't produce a single tear.

Guilt enveloped him. “Your body temperature is much colder than usual. Are you all right? You didn’t miss the schedule to drink the potion, did you?” Isaac’s words struck him, waking him up to the fact that he was a half-blood witch who would soon die. He raised both hands up, staring at the skin on his hands that were losing their original color. His hands were pale, as if there was no blood flowing in his veins, so his veins were clearly visible on his skin.

I read aloud, the name sending a ripple of energy through the air. The pages were fragile, written in old tongues I couldn’t read until suddenly, I could. My vision blurred for a moment, then shifted. The words realigned themselves, as though welcoming me. Inviting me. Explaining who I was. Hellhounds. Witches. Hybrids lost to time. A power both feared and desired. They are born of broken bloodlines—half beast, half magic. I blinked. No. That couldn’t be right. I wasn’t a witch. I was just… broken. Abandoned. An omega with a half-dead wolf and too many scars to count.

Soon enough, she picked up a pen and scribbled his name under. Lord Xandros. Yep. It was equal now. She giggled and dropped the pen, walking towards the shelf. Her eyes fell on the book. Diary of the witches. She picked it up out of curiosity and opened the first page . "The witch's heart is a secret, one locked behind shadows. The first spell is born of blood– Ah!" Her finger swiped through the sharp edge of the book and it cut her, a little blood forming on the top. Anna clicked her tongue as she cleaned the blood off and continued reading.

I was surprised to see my father inside the novel but I was even more surprised to hear the name he mentioned. Prince Phil? The werewolf prince who was the protagonist in the story of the novel that Girlie always read was the man in front of me now? I feels more annoyed with him when I found out who he is. Did I come here just to meet the werewolf prince in the story that I hated the most?

It was my duty to intervene, to ensure that justice prevailed. The Demon lord's followers, demon warlords, were creating chaos. The clash of swords and the roar of dragons filled the air as we fought valiantly against the enemy forces. This was just a minor fight, we had to weave out the evil. In the midst of the chaos, I locked eyes with the opposing prince, a mirror image of myself, burdened with his own responsibilities. At that moment, I saw the reflection of my own doubts and fears. We were not so different after all. " Prince Rex, it's nice to see you. You all wouldn't just mind your business. Our King has been reborn, he's far stronger than you can ever imagine. In no time, he would s