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I nodded my head at the direction of the table. Morgana glanced at me and at the bowl. She picked up the bowl and smiled at me. "It's a porridge potion." She answered and I arched my brows in confusion. "What's that for?" "I made it specially for you." She stirred the content in the bowl. I peered into the bowl. The so called portion was a sticky white substance. I bet it'd be better as hell. "I think you being a weak power carrier made you vulnerable to Sage's attacks. Hence, I made it for you. It'll heal you from the internal injuries his powers might have caused and this will also strengthen you." She told me and stopped stirring.

) [Total number of units: 1] [Possible research: N/A] (No researcher assigned). "Ugh, forgot to minimize the dialog, and the title still irks me...but whatever, it doesn't matter if I'm alone here after all." after tapping a few times, he nodded to himself again and crossed his arms. "The none in magic and tech is still bothering me. At least I have an idea of how to progress the tech, but with magic, I'll need another approach. And mages too." He sighed and cracked his knuckles, then started to surf the web to research his idea. Meanwhile, Skeletor began to dig all the crystals in the vicinity.

The wood seemed to respond to her magic, reshaping itself under her command. With a graceful wave, she repaired the holes in the walls, the wood knitting back together seamlessly. Sabrina then added a touch of enchantment to reinforce the wobbly parts, imbuing them with strength and stability. The cabin began to feel more solid, as if it had been standing for centuries. ‌ Not content with just the structural repairs, Sabrina's magic extended to the cabin's interior. She decorated the walls with delicate vines, their leaves shimmering with an ethereal glow. The vines seemed to weave themselves into intricate patterns, creating a tapestry of natural beauty.

As the magic took effect, the doctors began to feel an overwhelming wave of fatigue, as if they had swallowed a handful of sleeping pills, rendering them powerless against the encroaching drowsiness. The brilliance of this magic lay in its subtlety; it left no trace within the doctors and did not trigger any medical anomalies. I had specifically instructed my magician friend to employ only a light spell, ensuring that Ken Yimo would remain oblivious to any abnormalities. The doctors would simply feel an overwhelming sense of drowsiness, precisely what we required.

He asked while his eyes were shining with anticipation. Blood? Right, someone pushed me down the stairs but I'm not very good with magic, so how can I preserve my life. Wait. What do I mean I can't use magic? I can create systems, debug codes, understand system flows and work with 1L of coffee but no, I can't do magic. That is definitely not part of my skill set.

“Focus on our bond and the strength of my love.” She nods and takes another deep breath, blowing it out through pursed lips. I kiss her cheek and leave my nose there, my eyes closing to shut out the rest of the world. All that matters is her and giving her fuel for her gift. The other magic in the room is a distraction, and it doesn’t involve us. We have our part to play, and Maya and her mom will take care of the rest. “Deiectionem magicae turpi corpore.”

Just clocked out. My bestie, Chloe, texted. Begging me to go wild with her at a bar. I collapsed onto my bed. Exhausted. “No way. My legs are jelly. I can’t tonight.” I splashed some water on my face and stared at my reflection. Pale. Drained. Suddenly, I knew I needed a release. Anything to forget my inhuman, tyrant werewolf boss. I grabbed my phone again, ready to text Chloe. I wanted to type: “My whole body aches. No energy for the bar. I desperately need a rough, deep-tissue massage session tonight.” But my brain was fried. I just typed: “Just need a rough, deep session tonight.” Five minutes later, my screen lit up. But it wasn't a message from Chloe. It was from my cold, untouchable A

“When Josh and I marked each other, the energy created a hole in the enchantment at the border of our pack. Fae have been coming and going, and we’d like to repair the spell.” “That’s a big job, therefore there will be a big price.” “Josh paid last time, I’ll pay this time.” “Allie! We need to discuss this first.” She waved me away with her hand. Rosina sat, taking us both in before finally responding. “I don’t think either of you realise how big this spell is. I will name my price, and there will be no negotiations on it. Take it or leave it.” “What’s the price?” asked Allie.

All I could do was focus on the mix tape crackling through the stereo. I see the bad moon a-risin’ “So.” My voice cracked, almost as if it was radio static. “You can’t mindlink anymore, right?” Thom shot a glance in my direction. “No. Why?” I see trouble on the way “Just wondering,” I shrugged. “Not even Maggie? Isn’t she your mate?” “Chosen mate,” he corrected. “Chosen mates don’t get fated mate privileges. You can’t even mark a chosen mate.”

“Before I forget it!” I purse my lips and brace for impact. The instant Klevon increases his magic output and the instant, he tightens his arms around me; I press my palm against the barrier and push my magic point-black into in. It is magic so condensed that it takes the form of a needle–small but very sharp.