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Rubbie asked, her gaze locked on me like she was trying to read something underneath my smirk. I paused, letting the grin curl slowly at the corner of my lips. That girl really thought she could throw that filthy word at me... insecure? She had no clue who she was dealing with. I leaned back, chin lifted just enough to remind the room who I was. Me — Lady Morgan. Mistress of Lycan Abraham Namtaru. Daughter of the fiercest warrior this kingdom’s ever known with a mother who's the Eyes of the kingdom. Future Luna. Soon this land would kneel for me, inch by inch, and she’d watch it all from beneath my heels.

Why there was a sudden switch in their love and feelings for me “I had bid that amount out of curiosity, I wanted to know what made her special. When I investigated further, I found out that she is from a lineage of the Morgans. The Morgans, you probably must have not heard of them because they were a long-time breed of werewolves with special blood. Now, Kira happens to be the last of her kind, the last Morgan werewolf”

Not all witches are powerful enough to be immortal or summon a demon for them to give you this, although many can use magic to keep themselves beautiful and young forever. I only knew two immortal witches because of their own power: Morgana, my main ally, and Magera, the second most powerful of the shadow ministry. Both were powerful enough to destroy the entire world if they wanted to, but Magera had not yet hunted me because magic had no effect on me, especially the kind of magic she often uses, illusion, fear, and torture.

If it was true that Maura and her mage friends were going to come in and fight on the side of the Council, and that seemed to be the case, based on what had just happened, Everly and her alliance were going to need some way of countering it. Margot thought for a moment, her eyes focused out the window at the landscape as she continued to wash the dishes Everly had intended to do as repayment for all of Margot’s kindness. “I may have a contact,” she said. “I’ll have to see.” “We’re kind of in a hurry,” Slate reminded her, his voice calm. Margot turned and smiled over her shoulder. “You’re a wolf, son. Not a cat.” “Wh—” Slate began, clearly not understanding that Margot was trying to tell him

Jackson looked drained of life essence and suddenly picked vegetables to be an interesting subject of observation. "Stop, the cavities might kill me," Maria whined with a red face, "I suppose that's a valid compliment, Pikachu." "Uh, Pikachu?" Jackson asked with a pout, "of all things, a Pokémon specie?" "Well, you're adorable, aren't you?" Maria made bunny ears with her index and middle fingers, "pika-pika." Jackson would settle for cute. No one had ever called him cute. It rang in his head like a band of drums and his heartbeat accelerated.

He was also very mischievous and always had this creepy smile on his face. Charles Morgan was general Number two, he was a cyborg just like me, the only difference was that his heart and brain weren't mechanical but the rest of his body was. While I was mechanical in some parts of my body but not all. He was ruthless and sick in the head, he once painted his house with the blood of his victims...that was how insane he was!

“Trust me, your father will not live to see another moon.” “How are you so sure of this?” She smiles. And I swear her necklace does something. “Trust me, babe. Do you?” “Of—“ Morgana’s face comes to my mind. Her eyes, bright and blue like a summer sky. The way she smiles, the way her eyes light up whenever she sees me. Her voice, calming and soft. And her lips— “Ryker,” Delilah’s voice pulls me back to the present. “Morgana is not a good person. Please remember this. You’ve not forgotten how she drowned me when we were kids?”

"Mum I told you---" "She's his puppet Sage for Godsake. I've told you, Sage, Lyra is the best option for you and that is why I chose her. She'd never hurt a fly not to talk of a whole pack, all that you think she's up to then it's surely under the influence of Magnus" Mum spat with pure irritation. I bit on my lower lip knowing that arguing with her would be pointless so I let her know matter what she says is still not going to change my perspective about Lyra.