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"Camilla, you chose your own path. And those wolves… You ruined them yourself. You insisted on using your so-called comforts to strip away their claws. Once they lost their strength, of course, they’d treat you like currency to stay alive. Isn’t that only natural?" Camilla opened her mouth, ready to scream back, but before she could, the three former royal heirs had already stepped forward. They looked at the powerful army of wolves behind me, their eyes filled with jealousy and fear. Knowing they had no chance in a direct fight, the three of them exchanged a glance and made their decision. Without warning, they lunged forward together, targeting Cael at the front. Midair, I saw the glint of

He looked at her in anger and so near to her that she did not imagine he had come here so fast, and within no time she fell down on the floor and became unconscious. . . . . After 3 days A beautiful room which full covers with black curtains. The color on the walls is also black. The bed, bed sheets, pillows and everything in the room is black. I also wore a black dress. All around mine, in bed and room, there is a great fragrance of roses which freshens myself and my mind. I opened my eyes slowly and closed them again and went to sleep for relaxation, then I woke up after 15 minutes and those fifteen minutes like that I slept for many hours.

“I’m waiting.” He held his hands up defensively. “Okay, Okay, easy.” He ran a hand through his blonde locks and stared up at the ceiling for a moment before continuing. “I didn’t want to tell you because you’re leaving and it’s not your concern... but... in four days Landon is stepping down as Alpha and they’re holding a contest. Rune and I are competing.” In Blackwater, the Alpha of the pack wasn’t determined by some birthright, but by the strength and worthiness of the wolf. Only the most powerful and most honorable was allowed to lead the pack to glory.

"Take those eye contact lenses off." "Huh?" "Those blue eye contacts you're wearing. Take them off." I sighed. "Chloe..." "Take them off." I sighed again, a sign of giving in. I stopped my tracks, which made her stopped hers too and placed my books on a random table nearby. I carefully took my contact lenses out and placed them where they belong. "See?" Chloe said as I picked my books up again. "You look so much better with green eyes." "Thanks," I grinned. "It's so weird to go on without them. It just feels..."

While, on his left hand, he held the new plant he just brought out. "What are the names of these plants?" Rick asked Elder Ellie. "Clovaris, and Blightweed," Elder Ellie responded swiftly. "Can you pls clarify further?" Rick requested. "Many of us have no knowledge about plants." "The plant you're holding in your right hand is Clovaris," Elder Ellie clarified, and Rick raised his hand up, to give everyone a better view. "While the plant in your left hand is Blightweed." A sweat broke out on my forehead, those plants were so much alike. According to Elder Ellie, Clovaris causes miscarriage. Could I have made a mistake just as Elder Spencer speculated during the last trial?

Each group had different ways of treating their members before finally given their corpse to Mother earth. The last masquerader to be seen was a tall and lean masquerader. He carried plantain leaves with his brown teeth and was completely covered from head to toe. He wore a thick brown mask with strange patterns drawn on it. He drew closer to Akunna, circled him for sometime before rubbing his chest with white chalk. Brief words of grief followed, then he vanished out of sight.

"Look at all of theses faces, Ms. Spitz. They are all key members of the team that you'll be joining. They will get up to speed with our current project. Staffers, this is Livia. She will be joining our team on this current project. She will be my supporting assistant. There are guards as well, but there is no need for introduction of them. They don't respond to names." I was confused by his casual demeanor when talking about the need for guards. That wasn't exactly in the project description that I had read in the email I had been forwarded. The group walked down the hallway that was very bare bones with only a strip of yellowing overhead lights guiding our way. It was dystopian f

I murmured, heading to the kitchen to make tea. As I poured hot water into a cup, my eyes wandered to the large kitchen window. There, in the garden, I saw Zevarion. He was kneeling, plucking something carefully from the soil. Spider lilies, three of them. Delicate, bright, and unmistakable. Then he stood and began walking toward the woods. At first, it didn’t register. My mind refused to catch up with what my eyes had seen. Then it struck me. The fairy. Her words. When you're ready, take three spider lilies from the garden and drop them into the waterfall…