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Owen hurriedly stands up to attend to his lover but Leon recovered too fast. "Did you get it?" He then asked someone Owen's doesn't even know. "Yes, sir. I got it." The man wearing black jacket, holding a camera answered. Angelica eyes widened as she started trembling. She already knew what Leon is going to do next. "Also add this on the headlines, 'The girl who keeps throwing herself to me showed herself to try to get my attention again." Leon said while looking at Angelica with full of disgust on his eyes. "You can't do that! I am.. I am your childhood friend!" Angelica shouted as he starts crying.

groaned Lycus Lewis in his mind. Albus looked around the room and did not find the scepter containing The Heart of Magic. Albus's heart pounded. He approached Lycus Lewis, who was in a state of death. Albus tore off Lycus Lewis's shirt. He could see that tendrils of black energy were almost filling Lycus Lewis's chest. Once his chest was perfectly black, his heart would explode and shatter. Lycus Lewis was dying.

"Black Maple, are you here to lament my misfortune?" asked Arcanus Master coldly, still seated in his wheelchair. His tone was devoid of warmth, reflecting his disdain for Black Maple's reputation for abandoning his brothers in times of crisis. "What are you talking about, Brother? I've come with good news and a proposal for cooperation," said Black Maple Master, undeterred by the hostility. His thick skin and determination drove him to push for his goals, no matter the obstacles.

he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of concern and conviction. "But how can I seek revenge on someone who has never wronged me, Dad?" Ange responded; her voice tinged with confusion. "Malik was upfront about his feelings. He never intended to fall in love. It was my own heart that betrayed me by continuing to love him. It's not his fault. So, why are you so angry with him? He hasn't troubled anyone." "I want to dethrone him. Have you heard the tale of how he claimed the title of the Dark King?" he inquired, shifting the topic subtly.

"You're so sweet, but no thanks. Don't worry about me. I can handle my problem on my own and it's not a big deal. It's just my problem can't be removed." "All right, if that's what you want, but don't be afraid to come to me. I'm always available." I smiled at him before getting to work. I sighed deeply as I remembered the torn body of a human. Who did it? I really want to meet and kill a werewolf. But I can't seem to find them. I can't seem to find at least one of them. I was waiting for a taxi when a black car pulled in front of me. I cocked my brow and waited to see who was inside the car. When I saw Zeux open his window, my eyes widened.

Arthur stood up and frowned. “What is your deal? Don't act like you are a good person, you do worse things than I,” he said and Hercules scoffed. “I don't do insane things when people get hurt,” he said and Arthur scoffed. “I get it now, she made her way to your bed. I have been trying to get her to mine, do you mind giving me lessons? I would really love her to scream my… “ Arthur trailed off as Hercules hit him. Aurora’s eyes widened in shock as she watched them fight.

Leo growled in such a loud and threatening manner, his body pulling mine so close into his while his eyes were black, his wolf wanted full control who did not care of my plan and would kill this man on the spot. “Not so fast Arthur, you can have this whole box of pills, all I want is Hannah… if not, I will simply have to take these back to the palace with me and dispose of them.” I smiled watching as Arthur, who once stood so tall thinking he held all of the cards, began to pick himself off the floor with a little blood leaking from his lips.

Zevran said. She raised her hands, the flames forming a circle between them. “By my measure, you will burn no more in hunger, but in memory.” The black fire contracted into a single pulse—then exploded outward as pure white. The shockwave swept through the chamber, up the stairs, through the citadel, and across the plains. When it faded, silence reigned. The Black Moon in the sky flickered once, then began to bleed gold. Zevran sank to his knees, pulling Kaelira into his arms. Her skin still glowed faintly, her breathing ragged but steady.

she whispered. I didn’t respond. I didn’t have to. I felt him. Arlo. My wolf, Nyra, growled behind my ribs. "He’s close. And he’s angry." The pull in my stomach was unbearable. Like a cord tugging me toward fire. I didn’t want to look but I did. There he was. Arlo Arithon. In a black suit that fit him like armor, tall and brutal with eyes that could slice open a soul. His jaw was tight, and his expression unreadable but his wolf was screaming underneath his skin.

ARWYN POV Sir Sirius Black stood before me, his hopeful green eyes shimmering like dew-laden leaves in the morning sun. I found myself trapped between two impossible choices, each promising to crush me in its own way. Nearby, Thrystan was gently stroking the mane of his horse, his fingers moving with a deliberate calmness, yet his intense gaze was fixed on me, betraying his apparent nonchalance.