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But this time, someone found something. A shard of obsidian near the conduit’s base plate. Small. Black. Etched with a half-faded rune. They brought it to Morwen. I knew they would. And I let them. Because that shard wasn’t one of mine. It was a decoy, a copy of the ones I’d placed in the vents days before the first bell. But this one? This one bore a distortion sigil, designed to mimic residual energy from forbidden flame magic. From my kind of magic.

"This doesn't seem that hard. If I keep my fear at zero, that's 100 points a floor. I'll hit 9,999 easy." The moment I said it, the whole room turned. Every face screamed the same thing: 'Are you serious right now?' What I didn't see? The Chat Feed was already roasting me: [There's always that one clueless noob talking big. They're the first to scream.] [Dark Citadel's an S-rank. Even top witches and hexcasters can't clear it.] [Big words from the wolf. Let's see if she delivers—don't disappoint me.]

I marvelled at the idea that my seemingly ordinary tail held hidden meaning. As we walked down the dimly lit hallway, I noticed intricate statues adorning its sides. Each statue seemed to depict a different era, their intricate carvings revealing a glimpse into the past. Some bore the markings of the 19th century, while others hailed from the 18th. They stood as silent witnesses, guardians of history in this enigmatic castle

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

“Ahhh, fine! Fine! Whatever. If you don’t want to tell me who he is, just say so~” Nexus laughed, softer now, like wind chimes in the desert dusk. But then, he leaned in again, as though sharing the punchline of the universe. “He’s a powerful wolf spirit who will call himself Theo a few years from now.” All of a sudden, the world around her trembled—like an old filmstrip glitching between frames. Nexus’s warm, serene smile began to fade, like sunlight sinking into water. The shrine, the sky, the sand beneath her—all of it peeled away, pixel by pixel, memory by memory.

They kept searching on and on for more clues, till they found a secret door that lead to another dark place, they walked into it using torches but they stopped working because of the high tension that was all around the place, their body also shivered from the immense energy they were feeling, despite that they didn't give up and kept walking inside the pitch black path, the walked few kilometers before the reach a spaced room, it has more scary creatures of demons carved in the wall, some shivered at the sight of it but Hinamori cheered them up, the decision to come here and they must achieve what the desire. Their eyes were fixated on the walls not noticing what was waiting for them. One o

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

An enormous army of more than one million cursed ones mixed with many strong cursed entities is traveling through the ruined city and wasteland and from many angles from the satellite. It seems like they are traveling while regrouping with many hordes of the cursed ones. With this army, even if it’s Alexandria, Aluria wouldn’t have the confidence to defend against it and come out on top. Or win without paying at a great cost. She quickly entered a string of commands into the notebook for more detail in the picture. The notebook tried its best with the limited resources it had on the machine as it tried to magnify the picture for more clarity.

It's like he's still teasing Wright because he's the one Reid wants to play with. "SURRENDER! Do you know how to play that? It's like a hangman." Reid handed the paper and pencil that were on the table by the side of Wright's bed. The rules of the game SURRENDER, there is a word you have to guess. You will provide an alphabet to complete the word and when you mention an alphabet that is not in the word to be guessed, each letter of SURRENDER will be deleted. Surrender has nine letters meaning you have nine lives. Anyone can guess, it's okay.

I couldn’t ignore the pull I felt toward it. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the familiar pull of the dream’s images. The woman, the crown, the forest, and the shadowy figure. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw flashes of them, pieces of a puzzle I couldn’t solve. It was as if there was a message, something I needed to understand, but the more I reached for it, the further away it seemed to drift. I had to know what it meant.