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Its surface bore several black, wedge-shaped characters that appeared to have been haphazardly drawn but concealed some secrets. "Fetch the candle," I said with a tight frown as I continued to examine the parchment scroll carefully. "Alpha, what's wrong with this?" Bard was a bit puzzled, but he obediently picked up the burning candlestick and carefully approached. Without answering, I directly placed the parchment scroll on top of the candlestick, causing the black characters on the parchment to quickly blacken. "Alpha!" Braum shouted nervously. Just as everyone froze, the black on the characters slowly faded, ultimately solidifying into a hot gold logo. A wolf's head with a small crown ato

I glanced up at Jace who stared at us with a raised brow then I whispered to her. "I'm actually in love with Lee Dong Wook who played the role of Lee Yeon from the Kdrama series Tale of the Nine Tailed...but Jace will do" "I like her ", she said to Jace then returned to her bed. "How did you people....", I pointed at the both of them, my finger moving back and forth. She looked nothing like Jace so she couldn't be his kid...so was she? "He kidnapped me", Noel deadpanned earning a glare from Jace.

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Trey says and I nod slowly. "What do they look like?" "They usually have bright red eyes, very pale skin, bluish lips and visible black veins. They also stink badly" I wrinkle my nose in disgust. "So, Kang is going to become a dead one?" "Not exactly. Kang is one of a kind. We have never seen anyone like him and that's also why the dead ones want to use him as their weapon" "What?" "Vampires usually die in the process of transformation. After death, we usually awaken in a different form. But, Kang is different. After he was turned, he didn't die"

– His eyes look at Mia deeply, those are the eyes of a lovesick man. Immanuel Kant - a German philosopher once said: "Beauty is not in the rosy cheeks of a young woman but in the eyes of the beholder" Probably so! Love makes everything more beautiful, or the pink color of life only exists in the eyes of those in love. Wondering if Malcolm's sincere feelings have touched Mia's heart? Has Mia been moved by this vampire?

I said, “My lover is a vampire after all. I’ve had plenty of opportunity.” “’Twas no aphrodisiac, my love. What you experienced was the art of love making… real love making,” he cooed. “Can I help it if I drive you wild?” “Oof!” I grumbled and stomped behind the screen to clean myself up as best I could.

Turning to Giovanni, Isabella mustered the courage to pose her question once more, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "Giovanni, did I... Did I just have intimate relations with a wild creature, with a wolf, and not a human?" Giovanni's gaze softened as he met Isabella's fearful eyes. After a brief pause, he nodded slowly, acknowledging the truth. "Yes, Isabella. The creature you encountered, the one we shared that intimate connection with, was indeed a werewolf."

The first page read "Magix of Death and Life Coratova 912-920" As Aelfric flipped though the delicate pages he took in a hand written work with detailed drawings and recipes. The spells and writings were messy, with notes added, ingredients scratched out and replaced, and even whole pages torn out. It appeared to be experimental notes, the language was an older dialect, but still understandable. Elric stopped at a page with a brown smudge across the bottom, which held a recipe titled

Curious, I picked it and read the words written on the hard cover; ‘Lobo’ was the single word that was inscribed into the thick cover. I opened the first page and saw that it was written in foreign language. I glanced at Sir Nich, he was engrossed in whatever he was writing. I returned my attention to the hand-drawn, black ink pictures in the book. They were of some kind of beast. The beast that I saw looked like a giant wolf and the artist had put extra effort in drawing their deathly eyes. There were several writings on the page. ‘Only if I could understand this,’ I thought. The book had caught my interest. I was so indulged in the drawing of the creatures that I hadn’t noticed Sir Nich wa

All the Names of Love “Wards are reactive,” Lefu said, already moving, already measuring. He hauled a canvas roll from a satchel—charms, inks, powdered silver—spread it over the hood of a wrecked truck, and began sketching sigils so precise they made my teeth itch. “Hold pressure. Don’t let them reset. Osiris, blind the parapet left—”