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My eyes widened, barely able to keep my thoughts straight. Agatha's gaze shifted towards me, her eyes tinged with a mix of concern and what may well be disgust. She seemed to recognise my confusion and the need for clarity but was infuriated by it anyway. "The god of death," Agatha replied, her voice heavy with a weight that mirrored the enormity of the revelation. "Acelia, in her thirst for power, has formed a pact with an ancient deity that was once imprisoned. She has delved into the darkest corners of magic, invoking powers that transcend the realms of mortals."

Chapter 9 – The Monster That Knelt The beam of dark energy reached the terrace in the blink of an eye, tearing through the night with enough force to split the clouds overhead. I instinctively raised my arms, knowing full well that such a meaningless gesture would never stop an attack powerful enough to shake an entire academy. Before despair could take hold, the air around me froze. A towering wall of crystal ice erupted from the stone beneath my feet, so massive that it completely blocked my vision. The Void beam slammed into it with a deafening explosion, sending cracks racing through the enchanted barrier as shards of shimmering ice scattered across the battlefield. A heartbeat later, a

Better a hostage than a corpse. Of course, the idea of me being a real threat to Cole, beyond annoying him by existing as his son’s fated mate, was laughable. But I’d been laughed at all the time. I was still standing. “So what happens now?” I asked finally, my voice dry and hoarse. “You’ll be sent to Ravenhill Academy where you will study your dhampir properties,” the councilor said like she was telling me my bus was running late. “You can expect to hear from the academy council in due time.”

Maybe not, but Narek was so close to becoming the worst thing that has happened to me in Salvador academy. I walked right in, headed straight for the runic circle at the center of the temple where we’d usually meet. He was already waiting, burying his head in an ancient parchment text. I wonder where he got all his old runic books from. I couldn’t lay my hands on any at the library. It was a little suspicious though. Either these books were available to only a selected few or someone was bent on keeping it away from the students. “Instead of standing there and gawking at me, why don’t you take a seat so we can begin, Nyx Uren?”

There was nothing I could do as I sat there seeing the anguish I had caused on these children. "Before I finish this, I have another inquiry to pose to you. How is it that you could guess my assaults as a whole? Did you utilize some kind of solution that empowered you to peruse my considerations?" He asked. Norval was dumbfounded, his hand jerking a little as he gazed vacantly. "Indeed, since I can't utilize it any longer, I should tell you," he eventually closed." You see, I've perused the full text of the Yulcites' Blessed Book, which all of you utilize as a grimoire. I'm mindful that the book is separated into six sections, every one of which depends on normal parts. The main part manages

Windows shattered with sharp screams of glass. Selene stepped back, her silver eyes sparkling with dark pleasure. “Yes… there it is. Her power lives in you.” I clutched my head, crying, as the earth groaned and lightning crawled across the sky. “StoppleaseI can’t” Selene only laughed, her voice carrying above the storm of my magic. “This is only the beginning, little dove. When the truth breaks you, remember who offered to make you whole.” I screamed again, a sound ripped from the deepest part of me. Power rushed outward, tearing through stone and shade alike. The entire Academy shook, as if the very world trembled with me.

Her fingers gently traced the surface of a peculiar crystal orb, a relic said to hold the wisdom of the ages. “Elder Magnus,” she greeted with a knowing smile. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?” Magnus bowed respectfully. “Elder Seraphina, I have uncovered something of great importance, something that pertains to the very essence of our coven’s magic.” Seraphina’s cerulean eyes sparkled with curiosity. She knew that when Magnus spoke with such earnestness, it was a matter of profound significance. “Please, share your findings.” Taking a deep breath, Magnus began to recount his discovery regarding the stone of Utah and how its magical resonance might hold the key to breaking th