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These men who were ready to capture Jamesʼ group were annihilated almost instantly. Rebella and Lyla whose powers were at the peak of the Yuraeceon Daelm Rankʼs Ninth Tribulation were terrifyingly destructive. On the other hand, Quartney had just stumbled to her feet when countless purple-gold curse inscriptions surrounded her. “You said you wanted us to fight by using the curse magic, right?” James said flatly, “I’ll show you what real curse magic is.” James unleashed the Ultimate Golden Body. As a Tai Chi diagram appeared underneath his feet, four tall evil spirits materialized around Quartney.

But since she was a witch, that edge had become insignificant. Since KuLaa was more powerful than Kurt, she could easily take him out with her witchcraft, but that would be outrightly killing him using a soul attack. But Kulaa couldn't bring herself to do it. She loved this man all her life and he had hurt her the most. Even if she was going to kill him, KuLaa wanted an explanation. So instead of just taking him out once and for all, she exchanged blows with him. Unfortunately for her, because he was berserk, his blows were more deadly than her own.

"Ah, looks like this is my bad day." Kyllian sighed when he saw Delldora's forehead start to blacken. Before slowly peeling off and rot. "Ah, shit!" Delldora's cursed as he realized what Kyllian meant. He raised both his hands. Now, not only did his forehead look like it was rotting, his hands were starting to show the same symptoms...

I feel the aura around me change which makes me fearful. “You will not find any other mate. I know who your mate is Sia and you are very well aware that I am your mate now. You are right. This is a chance for me to choose you as my mate and announce to the whole pack that you belong here from now onwards. You will stay with me and you and I will be bonded forever. Are you ready to spend your whole life with me, Sia? There will be no turning back after this” he raises his eyebrows as if testing my willingness to be his mate as he takes my hand.

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“I meant politely, you little glowing gremlin! Not stalk a human like a curious cat discovering light bulbs!” “Well,” Yin straightened, lowering his voice dramatically, “about that... I was investigating the rumors. The ones about the land god’s successor. Just to verify.” “And?” Yin grinned. “Guess what, my lord?” “Tell me right now or I will punch your Adam’s apple through the phone screen.” “Selena Collins,” Yin said, glancing around theatrically like he was revealing royal gossip, “has the mark and it's already activating, centered, humming with spiritual inertia. I saw it myself. The land god prophecy nailed it.”

Willow looked up at him with a strange startled expression. Aria stood up and flew into his arms. He covered her as she cried against his chest. He looked down on the small frame of his sister trembling, trying to listen to her words and not be distracted by the beautiful, entrancing eyes of the blond waif staring at him in surprise. "D-dominic...he...he...he took pictures of me..." "What the fuck!" Kahlia looked up at Mark with a feral grit to his teeth for explanation. Mark showed him the photo and Kahlia's face distorted with rage. "Oh, hell no! That mutha fucker!"

The sweet perfume of lilies mingled with the musty rot of forgotten petals. Jenna stepped inside. Her breath caught. The entire room was filled with bouquets arranged on tables, stacked on chairs, and piled carelessly in corners. Roses. Irises. Black dahlias. Violets with scorched edges. Beneath them, frames. Dozens of framed photographs. She moved closer. Each frame bore Kaelion’s face at different ages. A solemn boy. A bloodied warrior. A king in dark armor. One photo stopped her—a rare candid shot, him laughing, head tilted slightly like someone had caught him off guard.

“Do you know who I am? Do you know what I’ve been through? Do you know what has been happening to me? Don't you dare lie to me. Speak the truth and tell me exactly what I need to know. I am not here to play games with you. I have been through so much and my life and that of my baby is on the line. This is the worst time to joke with me as a person. I repeat one more time do not joke with me because I am dead serious about this. I need to know exactly where I stand. Am I cursed or not?” “why would I joke about this, milady? Ask about me, ask around in the Southern realm, I am known for my integrity and my ability to cure people of incurable diseases. When I tell you that it is what it is, you

Senika said at last, his voice quieter now… but far more dangerous. “She is still coming.” A slow, cold dread pooled in the pit of the cloaked figure’s stomach. Behind him, the moonstone flickered. “Even weakened,” Senika continued, gazing out over the dead lands, “the Crescent warriors continue to present the biggest threat in this war.” His fingers curled slightly against the balcony rail. “My men have created lore. Rumors.” A faint, cruel smile touched his cracked lips. “Stories that they have been given… special powers.”