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When he returned, he finally seemed a little more clear-headed. But there was no way I was going to let him move on. I deliberately dragged out my resignation process and constantly reminded him of Daniella's kindness. His mental state was already fragile, and within a few days, he had spiraled into depression. He started looking for every possible chance to kill himself. But he had terrible luck, as he failed every time. In the end, he jumped off the rooftop of Daniella's house, shattering both his legs. He would spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

“Has no one told you?” “Told me what?” “You really don't know.” His smile darkened. “That you’re the last descendant of the royal white wolves.” The world crashed around me, and you just had to believe me when I said this was the twist I didn't see coming at all. “Wait.” My breath stuttered. “W-What?” “Your lineage,” he drawled, “is the only one capable of stopping me. The only one with the power to ruin everything I’ve built. Why do you think the poison was necessary?”

I paused my steps, turning to stare at the man, his arms folded in faux indifference as he leaned on a corner, a pose he had kept since I had pushed away from our hug. Despite what he tries to emulate, Mondrian was anything but indifferent, his gaze had never faltered from me, not once as he followed my every move. It made me feel hot and bothered by his attention. I narrowed my gaze at him, “ Why am I here Mondrian? Where is here?” “As you have probably deduced, this is White Fire Lycan. And you are currently inside of it, my room to be exact.” I looked around the wide expanse of space and snorted “You call this a room?” Mondrian dared to look sheepish, as he rubbed his head, “If this is a

"The Vampires aren't moving like an army. They’re moving like a plague. They’ve bypassed the traditional mountain passes and are using the 'Shadow Roads'—tunnels that haven't been opened since the First Age." Lady Morana stood at the head of the table, her face grimmer than usual. "They seek the Origin Flame. The Vampire King, Malphas, believes that if he consumes the blood of a True White Wolf, he can walk in the sun. He wants to end the age of the Moon and bring about a thousand years of dusk."

The power inside me—was it really meant for him? “Why would it belong to you?” I asked, trying to keep the fear out of my voice. “It’s mine. It was given to me.” The man’s smile widened, revealing sharp, white teeth. “It wasn’t meant for you, Ghost Wolf. You were just the vessel. The Flame was always intended for one purpose—to burn everything to the ground. To destroy. And I—” he paused, taking a step forward, “—am the one who will reignite it.”

‘Fine, I am giving you another chance, but before killing Caleb, get rid of her mate, she needs to die first otherwise, she will keep causing troubles for us’ three witched looked at each other in horror, he was asking for something impossible for them, was he testing them? ‘But Master, we told you that she can absorb our magic, it is beyond our capability to kill her with magic, do you want us to poison her or kill by physical weapon?’ Cecilia took up the charge and asked like the deal was in process. ‘She is white wolf; it won’t be easy for you guys to kill her. Not even by poison or any weapon, you have to find the way to kill her, and I am sure you will find it’ the man only needed the r

For one quiet second, she almost let the archives live. Almost. But Olivia Monroe didn’t run companies halfway. She didn’t wage half wars. She didn’t burn half a system. She opened her eyes. white fire blazing. “I have to finish this,” she said. “And I’m not leaving you,” Ethan replied. She stepped back. Raised her hands. And unleashed the fire. It roared through the hall like a living wave, white, pure, unstoppable. Scrolls ignited instantly. Shelves collapsed. Icons melted. The flame didn’t burn red or orange. It burned with the brilliance of her power, consuming history without apology.

For in place of the flames was the element that birthed fire. Several lightning bolts appeared intermittently around Mane’s figure. Whenever they did, a white light would flash briefly within his eyes before disappearing. The lightning consumed every part of him: his clothes, his body, and his weapons. The pitch black blades looked like swords made by priests, for they shone brightly and exposed a whiteness that was not at all their nature. Looking at them now, no one would be able to identify them as the dark swords that Mane used. For they were as white as the Light Tree itself. And their cries of excitement filled the hearts of the monkeys with dread. And in that respect, even the Monkey

’ Alpha Dylan continuously pondered. The blood alpha of the Blood Claws Pack was finding the right time to open up about the black flames. Perhaps, if he knew the components and origin of the black flames then he could come back and fight beyond the wall. But the blood alpha did not have to wait long anymore. Alpha Cameron broke the tension in a calm voice. “I can now understand why the blood alpha of the Blood Claws Pack trusted that a mere vagabond could stall for us. That vagabond, Moon Goddess bless her soul, is truly a warrior to survive such a fight with that thing.” The southern alpha’s voice was laden with amusement, but along with his statement, it eventually sharpened especially wh

She questioned. "We have to burn it all" Mona said with a crazy look on her face. "Like the flames that we are we have to destroy with fire. Turn him to ashes" And just like that they had the man who was once Mury's father in law up in flames. They were burning him to make sure that he would turn into ashes so there wouldn't be any remains of him. The three of them held hands. An unspoken promise being said by their hearts. A promise that would keep this whole thing under wraps. They would never tell a soul about this. As long as they lived.