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I whispered. Kael nodded. “She has Morganna at her side. Or perhaps beneath her heel. I can’t say which.” The pieces slid into place. This wasn’t just rebellion. It wasn’t even just war. It was a return—a reawakening of something that should’ve stayed dead. Back in the war room, the air was even colder. I laid out Kael’s message like a knife on the table. “This is what waits while we hesitate,” I said, pointing to the cracked parchment map of Marrowmoor. “While we argue over purges and treaties, they gather an army under a corpse-queen.”

He watchted them with a smile while his fingers typed the words to his men. 'End them too....' THE END 'REBORN FOR REVENGE ' - SIGNING OFF OFFICIALLY. AUTHOR: Thanks for supporting the story and making it to the end. Love you all and wish you all well on your future. I hope you all will support my other books as well. Bye! See you all soon in another stories!

[Almicione out] Mordecai looked at the direction where the bullet came from, but all he saw were a line of oak trees in the far distance. “Oh, that must be Matt.” Dorin said with a grin as he went over to Johan’s side. “Now we’ve got only 3 members left.” “And we are down to one.” Xander said with a sigh as they watched Boulvar fight with Margarette. “You are truly a fine member of the Gunnar clan.” Boulvar said as Mar tossed him yet again to the ground. “But a mere weapon is not enough to beat a true mage.” He clapped his hands together and called to the wind. “Wind Scythe!”

Agnes whispered under her breath, her heart hammering in her chest. A sudden, blood-red file unlocked at the top of the queue: > **CLASSIFIED RECORD: OPERATION NIGHTFALL** > AUTHORIZATION: ARCHON MALAKOR / GRAND WOLF ASSEMBLY > EXECUTOR: MORRIGAN VANCE (STEP-MOTHER) > ORDER DETAILS: TOTAL INCINERATION / ASSET SEIZURE > Agnes’s breath hitched in her throat. Her eyes scanned the decrypted blueprint attached to the file—a highly complex, ancient Relic schematic stamped with her late mother’s personal crest: **The Apex Relic.**

"That's impossible... I saw him..." "Saw what?" I pushed the door open and walked into the office. Gauze was still wrapped around my forehead, but my eyes were clear. "Saw my father and I trapped in the fire?" Senna's head snapped up, her eyes filled with disbelief. "You... How..." I let out a cold laugh and came to a stop beside Maggie. "Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too."

"Haven't your own claws always seen that dead matron's brat as the ultimate obstacle to our line's power? If his body successfully gets together with Warlord David Duskbane tonight, wouldn't that result be ten times worse for our future? His silver eyes might even become a lethal threat to our position inside the council rooms..." "Do not let your beast worry about that outcome, Matthias. That disaster won't happen under the moon," Mirelle says calmly, her fingers idly stroking her silk gown. "Cedron may think he is smart, but there are winter markers when his brain acts like a complete idiot. If his old head had bothered to run a deep security check on Warlord David’s legendary tracking his

The truth was, from the first moment I saw him, I already knew—Alexander had been reborn too. But the mischief in me kept me from telling him that I had also returned from another life. Because I didn't want to revisit those memories again. Since we had already been reborn, this life was our true new beginning. The past could be treated like a dream—or like a movie I once watched. Either way, the present was all that mattered. I no longer wanted to dwell on the wounds I once carried. I only wanted to remember who stood beside me now. "Alexander," I said softly, "take care of me for the rest of my life, won't you?"

This was the seat of power for one of the strongest packs in the region. This was the home of Marcus's killer. Sera checked her reflection in the rearview mirror one final time. The woman staring back was almost unrecognizable from who she'd been six months ago. Her naturally blonde hair was now a rich chestnut brown, falling in soft waves past her shoulders. She'd learned to school her amber eyes into something gentler, more vulnerable. Her makeup was minimal but carefully applied-just enough to enhance her features without looking like she was trying.

“You don't think that I can inherit it do you” His voice was low as he leaned closer. “I think you are bluffing. You lack the necessary qualities.” I grinned quietly. “Then watch me.” Dante's hold tightened and before I could say another word he yanked me away. Barry's eyes were staring into my back as we left. “Very well done,” Dante murmured. “He's upset now.Well done. That's the strategy.” I knew in my heart though that this was just the beginning. The war was on. And I was prepared to destroy everything by fire

Now, she could only submit and follow their game. At that moment, Marcel returned to Morgan's villa. He saw the man being attacked by Lorenzo's subordinates. He helped Morgan while wearing an Indonesian-style mask—a mask depicting Ravana, the demon king from the wayang legends, a truly wicked figure. "Marcel... thank you for helping me," Morgan said. "Remember this! No one is allowed to kill you but me—your twin brother," Marcel countered. The two twin brothers finally won, and the enemy was sent back to their boss without being killed. The two men, who looked alike but hated each other and were constantly at war, now shared a common enemy—an enemy who held their most precious hostages: Alic