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“She saw everything. By rejecting her, he only made it easier for the Rogue King. The girl isn’t marked or mated. He won’t have to remove her mark when he gets her.” My heart stopped. Remove her mark? That was impossible. “What the fuck are you talking about?!” I growled, bending over and getting into his face. “It’s impossible to remove a mate’s mark.” The fucker smirked in my face. I was seriously considering keeping him as a punching bag. “It’s not.” he said. “It can be done with dark magic.” “How?” I growled loudly, clenching my fists. “Do I look like a witch to you?” the rogue smirked again. “I don’t know. I do know that the Rogue King doesn’t want to do it because it is dangerous. She

I walked right in, and stood behind an artifact. The room was a vast space of artwork. There were various eye-catching artworks. Soon, my eyes fell on the slender feminine figure painting on a canvas. I could recognize that long red hair from anywhere. Arielle. I watched her like a hawk as she highlighted the colours splattered on the canvas. It was the painting of an eye. A deep blue eye that held an entire ocean within it. A still, blue ocean. Stormy and serene at the same time. It was difficult to interpret.

- I'm not a mage. Mida laughed softly. “You're lying, but it doesn't matter yet,” she went to the railing, looked into the distance, at the forest. - It is very beautiful in here. Is not it? This forest is magnificent, I always liked to admire it from here. And sometimes the Edge separating the two worlds becomes visible. Reeta seems to be inviting us to her place. Somewhere in its very center there is an artifact - the focus of all the power that was collected by the sorcerers of the ancient kingdom. Werewolves cannot cast spells, magic is closed to them, only Alato disposed of the power of the artifact and only for certain purposes. He was a coward, for many centuries he was afraid to go a

She could recall the eight of them going to the park to have fun. Then her eyes captured something that adverted her away from her thoughts. "Would you look at that?" Mia said to Alex, to catch his attention. She was pointing straight ahead at an incredible artwork by N.T.B, one of the most famous artist in Nigeria. It was of a young woman's face, and then, when it was whirled upside down, transformed into an old woman. "This is so out of this world." She exclaimed out of amazement, fighting so hard not to run her small delicate hands through the painting, when Alex went to stand at her side, with his hands tucked in tucked pockets.

A screenshot of a trending tag: #PLANTGIRL My soul left my body and filed a complaint. “Why,” I croaked. “Why would they call her that.” Sienna looked offended on my behalf, which was almost sweet considering she was still convinced it was me. “Because she hid him behind a plant! People love a theme.” I stared at the screen. Someone had made fan art. Not good fan art, more like a doodle of a girl in a hoodie heroically standing beside a potted palm while Jace hovered in the background like a rescued prince.

She oozes confidence, sex, and youth. The Maiden shares a body with two figures, making a triangle facing in three directions. On the Maiden’s left is the Mother. She is wearing a flowing red tunic that is pulled tight against her full, pregnant belly. A crescent crown adorns her head and her face is free of make-up. She peers at me over the Maiden’s shoulder, her brown eyes seemingly alight from a fire within.

"That corrupt captain would never understand the struggles of poor people, we must stop from being a puppet to that old crazy man." "But worshipping the Gods are against the law Mariano we cannot—" "Yes we can Jeneva, Gods are powerful. They can stop this terrible monarchies, we can't just stay like this, pleading to take a thumb of a rice to eat." They both stunned when Finesia jumped from the tree. The both of them looked a little shock of surprise as their eyes darted on the young lady suddenly jumped from the long big tree. The first thing they saw were the unique eyes. Her right eye were exceedingly sparkling like an ocean scenery from the center of the moon's reflection, her left eye w

“Do it now!” “Coraline!” Zayn yelled, his face a portrait of horror as he lunged forward to snatch the spear from my grip. That same expression I had seen in my dreams, but this is no fantasy. The Zayn in my dream is different from the one I'm facing right now. That is something I should acknowledge. “I’m giving her a favor! Can’t you see, Zayn? I’m freaking tired of all their games! You can’t even reprimand them!”

He could share his worries with the sea and enjoy the breeze that calms his nerves. Meanwhile, deep below the water, Almira and her maid watched him. She never got a clear view of his face because he always had a hat on and she had to be far away too for her safety. Humans could never be trusted. Even though there had been a spell put in place to erase their existence from their memories, no sane siren could trust a human. Her mother, Helena, was yet to be found. The throne was begging for a ruler. Normally, she wouldn't have thought twice, but the darkness of the Golden Throne would destroy them all if she was powerful enough to contain it. That led her back to the human on the cliff.