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Xyla could sense that sadness in Yaksha… She instantly spoke comfortingly. “Miracle Doctor, don’t be sad. Perhaps, he might think things through and return one day.” Yaksha laughed bitterly. “I have a rule here… Those who leave will never have the right to return…” “I see…” Xyla said. With that, Xyla slowly put her teacup down. She then looked around carefully. After making sure that there was nobody around, she looked at Yaksha and changed the topic. “Miracle Doctor, you mentioned that you have Yin-Yang Eyes… Do your eyes work like how they’re described in novels?” Xyla asked.

Regardless of cultivation rank, reincarnating would be impossible if one had their soul destroyed by Deadgory Bugs. ‘Who was so vicious to have planted such a thing in Lyla’s soul?’ James did not explain and immediately activated his Curse Magic to the fourth extreme to devour the Deadgory Bugs. Shortly after, two thumb-sized bugs were exposed. “Haha! So it’s you guys.” James was overjoyed. He maximized the Curse Magic, then summoned his Historial Power and Marciais Power to pick out the bugs. Lyla, who was surrounded by Curse Inscriptions, let out a scream and fell to the ground.

Elara asked, her voice crisp and clear. "She is nothing," Bryson answered instantly, turning his back on Glenda to stand beside his wife. Elara nodded once and took two steps toward Glenda, stopping just out of reach. "You claim to be Luna," Elara said, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. "But a Luna has dignity. A Luna has grace. You look like a rabid dog that slipped its leash." "I am the true Luna!" Glenda screeched, lunging forward with her claws extended.

She neither confirmed nor denied it, letting him believe she was Dreamy and travel with her. Later, she'd wanted to explain at the foot of the snowy mountains, but Zachary had said it didn't matter anymore. She never brought it up again. So much had happened after that, and she'd forgotten about it. Seeing this name now brought it all back. She remembered Zachary mentioning that this comic artist called "Dreamy" had created an adventure comic starring a robot, and the main character looked very similar to the red-hatted robot Lucian had given her. She'd suspected it then, and now it was confirmed. Dreamy's account really did belong to Lucian.

The raids, even with what we found and what I discovered about myself, it was a good distraction and kept me from focusing on Yasmine, how I treated her and that I failed her every time she needed me. I look down at the papers in front of me and realise that I have been doodling again, and it's similar to the carving I did on that trunk with Mary when I was younger. I had drawn Yasmine’s panther Lorelei with Morpheus’s wolf and the moon and hearts entwined with two crowns, but there were two differences: one was the adding of Zelda Yasmine’s Lycan and another very small pup, one side was panther the other Lycan.

I was attractive enough, but fading and content with it. Doctor Scott was correct. My neck was in a bad way. Two ragged rows of spider-like black stitches ran down my neck. Smaller wounds were mending on their own here and there. But it wasn't that that made me gasp. The lady in the mirror was no more than twenty-four years old, and she was much more than merely attractive. Her hair had a stunning white color. Not blonde; pure, snow white with silver flecks here and there. She was skinny, with barely an ounce of fat on her. And what about her face? There isn't a single wrinkle. It couldn't be me; even the childhood scar on my forehead had vanished.

A renaissance of blood. This unnatural renaissance has spread to the natural world as well. Enchanted pollen spreads from tree to shrub to flower, allowing plants to survive without the sun. In the blood seas, the fish are changing into large, carnivorous beasts. Always, there are tales of things that should not be: giant bat-like monsters that speak the tongue of man; rare lilitu bloodlines that change shape and sex; and even a pair of immortals that, against all logic, have managed to conceive a child.

Umbra barks orders. I fall off the table and into the arms of one of the idiots doing Umbra's bidding. I guess I shouldn't call him an idiot. After all, I am one of those idiots too. I wonder what Umbra gives them to keep them here. What secrets or favors does Umbra hold over these people? I was wrong about so many things. There are too many lies in the supernatural community, not just with Umbra. They are all liars. "Hold onto me, Bruce. My name is Licia," the woman says.

the doctor explains to the man. The man scratches the back of his head, sighing, devastated by the revelation. He must be thinking about what to do with me now. He steps closer to stand by my bedside, then the lady follows. They stare down at me with pity. “I don't know how to thank—” “It’s fine. Anyone could've died from that fa… accident. Reserve your appreciation for the goddess. What we did was just a bonus.” “She’s a fighter, Zachary,” the lady says, squeezing Zachary's shoulder. “Do you really not remember anything at all? Not even your family?”

He must have been nearer to Meryton than he realized. For a few moments, he tried brushing the mud off his clothes before giving up and continuing to limp the rest of the way. Perhaps he could say he had been attacked by highwaymen. That would be a good tale, especially once he could get into uniform. He had started working out the details of his bravery in the face of overwhelming odds wondering whether or not to include a damsel in distress, when he spotted his hired nag standing peacefully as if it had not a care in the world. Stupid animal. He started heading toward the beast when he was stopped by the sight of a small crowd down the street wherein his erstwhile friend Denny was laughing