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“And if she doesn’t? Does no one care if I end up going feral?” “That’s the risk we all face,” the councilor replied, trying to maintain his composure. “Because of some idiotic prejudice and the belief that we’re superior,” Andriel shot back, rising from his chair. “Let me ask you something. Have you ever stopped to think why things are changing among the Lycans? It’s becoming more common to find mates of the same sex, humans, even witches among us. We’re arrogant, thinking we’re better than everyone else, but in the end, we have more weaknesses than any other species.”

Another one said and Lycus said nothing this time, "She is a threat!" "She is not!" Helena growled standing up, "How dare you speak about her like that?" She banged her fist on the table, "Can't you see that she is real and you all are making assumptions." She continued, "I did my research and according to the ancient books, she is part of the 'potens lupi'" Everyone gasped at her statement as if it was shocking to hear. "You must have surely lost your mind Helena." The one who spoke when I first came in snorted, "What are you blabbing about?"

"This Blood Bane Energy is terrifying. If left unchecked, it will bring disaster to all living beings for miles around. Though retired for years, I am still a warrior of Dragoria. I cannot allow this. I must suppress it, even if it costs my life! Activate!" With a long roar, the hermit's hunched form straightened. An unparalleled aura erupted from within him, astonishing in its intensity.

Even if he does sit on the Supernatural Council, our species are not natural allies. “Please sit.” I say to them, but none of them do. “Why do you seek an audience the night before we seal this treaty?” Constantine asks. For a Fae, he’s always been annoyingly astute. “There have been some events we need to appraise you of.” I say. “What?” Ilsa asks. “The Mutt Silas is dead.” “What?” Constantine says, with a whole different tone. “He broke into our Residence and as a result he was killed.”

“I ended no stability, for there was none to begin with. And if truth incites unrest, then the unrest was yours to sow, not mine.” A cheer erupted from somewhere deep in the crowd, quickly joined by others. The guards shifted uneasily, gripping their spears tighter. Corvane raised his hand, demanding silence, though his eyes betrayed unease. “You see what she does. With a word she poisons their minds. This is no savior. This is a dangerous heretic.” Lucian stepped forward, his voice cutting through the rising tension. “Heretic? For defeating your champion in fair combat? For surviving the gauntlet you set to destroy her? You name justice as crime because justice was never yours to give.”

he murmured. He remembered her laughter, her steadiness in council meetings, the quiet conviction in her eyes when she spoke of mercy and justice as though they were the same thing. And then he remembered how she had looked that morning, calm, unafraid, standing in the midst of light that had failed to claim her. A heretic or a miracle. He no longer knew which was worse. “You shouldn’t linger here.” Lucien’s voice cut through his thoughts. The priest stepped out from behind a column, his robes trailing faintly along the floor.

They decided to cleanse him, purify his essence, and then reduced him to a mere herb that could cure any ailment, and then separated his soul and trapped him to be guarded by wild beasts. Did they really think it could stop him? Yes, it took him millennia, but he returned. Fed on humans, he regained his strength against all the odds. Corrupting generations after generations of people. He planned meticulously. “They called me a Herb. As if I were an object, some relic to be possessed. But I am not an artifact. I am the pulse that fed their power, and the silence they feared when that power waned.” Lucien thought that he was my master. The rebellion thought it was their own. Even Ophelia belie

I skim through the text, but soon shut the book, deciding to focus on my first task. I set 'Lycan Magic' aside and continue to search for a book on herbs or drugs that would affect lycans. Ten minutes later, I finally spot the small book titled 'Herbalism and Pharmacy for Lycans' tucked into the bottom corner of the shelf. I take it from the shelf and sit down on an armchair nearby. Contained within the scant fifty pages were a little less than one hundred different herbs, or drugs, and how they affect lycans. I slowly thumb my way through the pages. There are herbs for sleep and to cure sickness. There are herbs for pain and even birth control. However, I do not see a single herb that will

If we give the enemies a chance to recover from the last battle, it will be harder to secure a victory. -"Theo, did you find what Leo's Beta took from the library?" Who better than him to tell me what kind of book was missing from the library. My father takes his seat, and Theo stands. -"Yes, Alpha King Matthew. He took the Book of Hades. This book is extremely perilous. The ancient spells written in its pages can cause a calamity, especially if they attempt to summon a hellhound within a werewolf body." Mutter erupts in the room after the many surprised gasps.

frequency. "You speak of 'Heresy' as if it were a rebellion, Alpha," said the woman at the head of the table, a European dignitary whose voice carried the weight of a thousand years of political lineage. She didn't look at Silas; she looked at the violet clouds swirling outside the window. "But to us, it is simply a 'Resource'. You didn't break the cage, Silas. You just finally provided the key we've been paying for."