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Those who got bitten by blood moths beforehand had gone insane and had attacked others like feral beasts. Tyr was uncomfortable after seeing this scene. Xavion turned his head and glanced at Tyr. He asked, “What’s wrong? Are you upset?” Tyr took a deep breath and wondered out loud, “Where did these blood moths come from?” “The fake Shrine!” Xavion explained, “There is a monster who resides in this space. Like you, he wants to become a God by collecting the five magical books. He goes by the name Ulricus Mammet. He also wants the world to become tumultuous for the final book to he born.

“I’m sure Mom wasn’t thrilled about lending it to you, considering.” Honestly, it feels like it’s slicing into my neck and when I catch a glimpse of myself in one of the many mirrors mounted on the walls surrounding us, all I can think of is Bluebeard and the gift he made of the ruby choker to his young wife. What it foreshadowed. Cielo watches me shudder. He shakes his head. “Don’t embarrass me tonight, Tina.” “Embarrass you?” “With him. I know you’re looking for him. I’m not stupid.”

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

“Not because of the werewolf clan.” She tore open one scroll, staring at the writings detailing dark rituals, Malvior’s signature, sketches of the raid on Briarhowl. “You,” she murmured. “You burned our home. You sewed hatred into my tongue.” “General Coren Moonveil… Luna Lyara… are they my family?” Her scream shattered the already cracked sky. She ran—not toward safety, but toward the enemy. The black wizards in the distance were startled, then laughed. Almost simultaneously, they stopped laughing.

My mind raced as I heard screams. Because beneath all the chaos, I heard something else — a gut-wrenching scream. The kind that didn’t belong to any mage, sage, or even human. Not a student. Not a teacher. Something distant, something familiar, echoing through the crack in the sky itself. And then… the burn mark on my chest began to pulse, an itchy sensation spread slowly across my chest, the mark glowed a bright red, before it surged, golden and bright, a scorching heat that ignited beneath my skin. My breath caught. Pain sliced through my chest, a searing, piercing agony that left me gasping for breath. I stumbled, clutching at the fabric over my heart, but the mark’s glow intensified,

I blurted out the most unfiltered thing I have said since I arrived here. He erupted in a healthy laughter, holding his hands over his chest as the smile lines on his face bolded. “I promise you, Marsai of Crescent Moon Pack…we do not read minds of any sort. If we could read minds, I don't think my former home would have been raided by Valley vampires and savages. Do you want to know how I know what you are thinking?” Imon came closer, excitement glowing in his eyes. “Yes…” I replied skeptically. “Alright, it's simple.” He started, resting back into his resting position.

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a glow over the dense forest that was filled with leaves. Shadows danced among the trees, and the air was thick. Noises could be heard, the smell of furs also lingered in the air. Freya stood at the edge of the clearing, her amber eyes scanning the gathering wolves. She was no ordinary wolf. Her fur was a mix of gold and black, a testament to her dual heritage. Half werewolf, half witch, she straddled two worlds, yet belonged to neither. As most of her werewolf companions saw her as.

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POV: Rory Hale Another appeared ahead, cutting me off. My chest heaved, panic keen and scorching. “No, no, no…” I grabbed the nearest book and tossed it. It went straight through the monster like it was mist. But the mist hissed, pushing tighter, creating claws. “Help!” My voice cracked. “Somebody” And then the growl came. Deep. Savage. Close. A flurry of silver and black tore past the aisle, crashing into the gloom. Snarls filled the air, volumes flying, shelves cracking under the impact.