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May flicked a grape at his forehead. "Yeah," Nathan lied. The scent of Rita's magic—ozone and wildflowers—cut through the din of the hall. His wolf whined in his chest. Allure. The word slithered through his mind like his father's voice. Was this all it was? Some spell she didn't even know she was casting? Kai leaned in, grinning. "Or are you too busy not staring at—" Nathan stood so fast his chair screeched. "Library," he gritted out.

“–will guide the spell. When the moonbane finishes you, you won’t pass on. You won’t rise. You won’t exist.” She smiled, cold and gleaming. “You’ll be dust. Not even a memory.” She pressed the relic to the amulet and murmured the words. “Leme elapurata falascila.” A small spark lit at the contact – blinding and searing. Smoke slithered into my chest. I felt it dig. Then came the pull – deep, violent, like claws digging into my soul, yanking it from within. I gasped as fire tore through me.

She wore all white, her silver hair braided like a crown, and her eyes were older than her face. "Alpha Kai," she said, her voice carrying across the yard. "I am Councilor Selene. We need to discuss the girl." "Her name is Tamara," Kai said. "I know what she is called." Selene's eyes found Tamara, and something flickered in them. Fear? Hunger? "I also know what she is. The Moon Blessed hasn't walked this earth in three hundred years." "How did you—" "The test you performed sent out a pulse of power every supernatural felt," Selene said. "You might as well have sent up a flare telling everyone exactly where to find her."

"Lissandra, I want you to invite the ranked wolves to the villa for a dinner party. I want them to meet their Luna.” "I will, sir. It will be the most enjoyable dinner party ever," she smiled and bowed her head again. Just as Lissandra was about to leave the room, an idea suddenly came to me. Some witches were born with a unique ability known as "skill," and only a few were blessed with this gift. Lissandra was one of them. Her skill was called "Charm." She had the power to enchant her targets with her attractiveness and grace. All she had to do was touch them and look into their eyes, and they would be captivated, forgetting everything and everybody else.

“We’re just getting started on your punishment, little maid,” Lord Edmund murmured, his voice dark velvet as he caressed my tear-streaked cheek with false gentleness. I knew better than to trust that softness. His eyes were calculating, hungry, like a wolf that had finally cornered its prey after weeks of teasing. He wiped the dried tears from my eyes with his thumb, never breaking eye contact. Then his fingers moved skillfully to his neck, loosening his tie with deliberate slowness. The silk whispered as he pulled it free.

Lars thought it resembled a magic spell circle that Rachelia usually cast, but this was overflowing with aether energy, his own Scion Force. 'It is complete, my Scion. The divine spell that can counter this silver curse.' Lars' hand reached out to the spell circle. "Woah... how do I use this?" 'Conjure the runes in your mind and focus on it. Materialize the spell through your Scion Force.'

The Lunar curse, woven to bind them from ever uniting again. “Amor Meus,” Lucifer called, noticing his gaze. “Do it.” Allistair nodded once, stepping forward. His eyes gleamed black, silver and gold as he raised his hands, threads of chaos with moon energy unfurling around him like living serpents. “Chaos and Moon” he murmured, “I break what binds you.” The sigils on the Sins’ bodies flared, first in agony, then in brilliance. Sloth gasped, his control over time faltering for a heartbeat before strengthening tenfold, golden-blue lines of power coursing up his arms.

“I will hold you, princess. Just turn you fLuke so that Luke and I can talk to you.” I pulled back, realizing that my fLuke was firmly buried in his chest. Roman moved to the bed and sat down pulling me into his lap, and I sank down against him. Luke joined us on the bed, laying across the end and propping his head up on his elbow. “Okay, the first thing you need to know about a compelling spell is that they smell slightly sweet.” “Spells have a smell?” I wrinkled my nose, “That’s weird.” Luke smiled, “You really are adorable.”

she murmured, crouching down to place her palm over the maid's chest. A dark, swirling mist began to emanate from Lust's body, sinking into the maid's form. The air grew heavy, crackling with unholy energy as Lust's essence invaded the woman. The maid's body arched violently, her hands clawing at the ground, and her eyes snapped open—now glowing with an eerie, crimson hue. The transformation was complete.

“Cast any spell on that scroll. I want to see how fast you can blow something up.” Lira scoffed then began to chant, attempting a spell—the simplest spell she could find. Her eyes glowed in blue colour and her crescent mark on her neck pulsated. For a moment, not only her but the other celestials there believed she was going to cast the spell successfully but as the incantation reached its climax, the energy spiraled out of control, causing a minor explosion that sent her sprawling. She landed on the floor, her hair smoking and the scroll on the floor. Laughter erupted from the group.