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he huffed, “but yes, then the dark veil will be lifted from the land of Sapiro. Free the wolves from the curse of being enslaved to the night. Some say that all the lycan spirits will rise from the dead and kill all the vampire royalties who doomed us to this dark age.” I shivered. It sounds like something I only see in those supernatural movies where blood will spill to find the peace they are looking for. “And me? What will happen to me in these interpretations?” He stared at me; the light of his phone illuminated the intense look on his face. “You will stand by his side, Rory. He is destined to be king, and you are his queen.” I swallowed hard. Something bone-chilling poked my chest, spre

small horns appeared near the soul river. There was a crack near them which indicated that they came from somewhere outside of this universe. "They will catch up to us soon. What do we do, honey? Our daughter is also..." "We will do as we planned. You've put Tema in the Ark after altering her memories and showing that illusion, right? " "But...Deceiving our own daughter like that...she is just an innocent child." "Sigh...But we don't have any other choice. They will also not leave us alone and will haunt us to take back Ark. Anyway, There's no time. Let's hurry up." The male humanoid suddenly waved his hand towards the soul river and picked up a random soul from it before seeing its me

I ate up my toast and gulped the drink, then went upstairs to my room and pulled off my shirt. A part of my tummy was becoming more like a spirit’s. It was no longer flesh and it was going to keep spreading. ~Flashback~ “The game is on, and you know very well that your time is ticking. If you do not manage to get the broken pieces from the five demons that behold them and will come your way, as it continues to spread, if you do not enter the portal to retrieve my 5 coins, you will become a spirit who needs to go home.” The wandering spirit revealed.

He still couldn’t believe he had fallen for her. “Listen, Daniel,” Greed started. “The rehab center that Abigail founded is a non-profit organization. She doesn’t profit from it; all the money she makes goes back into the rehab center. This plan I have to buy out her company is simply one she cannot refuse, considering the rehab center is going bankrupt and she is unable to keep the lights on.” He continued. “Now while I have agreed to continue business as usual I won’t, and all the money that she gets from me will be covered in my spirit energy causing the greed to overpower her soul.” “Oh I see, so after your brother and sister gave Lucifer the fuel he needed to make me his slave you want

The air was alive with the ethereal song of wolves. Amelia's voice trembled with excitement. "Luna, look!" Luna followed Amelia's gaze and gasped in awe. The once-hidden wolf spirits emerged from the shadows, their forms shimmering in the moonlit glade. Each spirit possessed a distinctive glow, representing a unique aspect of the Heartstone's power. The spirits circled Luna and Amelia, their presence radiating a sense of protection and guidance. Luna felt their essence intertwine with hers, merging their strength and wisdom.

Wilbur sensed that the zombie before him was different and could not help but remember the types of zombies he had encountered in the past. Spirit enchantment, like its name, was the process of forcing spiritual energy into a zombie's body through a source to increase its fighting powers. The biggest specialty of this evil sorcery spell was that it gave the zombie an endless source of spiritual energy to take the opponent down, waiting for a crack to appear for the zombie's controller to land the fatal move. This was a useful battle plan against cultivators below Sanctuary level but was hardly anything to someone like Wilbur. Cultivators of Sanctuary level and above were able to regain their

The anger that had once consumed him seemed to dissipate in the face of the promise, his frustration turned into a quiet, almost reluctant hope. With the tension finally broken, the group turned their attention to the next task at hand. Kiara had kept her promise, but there was more to be done. They had to find the seven spirits of sin. And with the witches’ resurrection now within reach, there was no time to waste. Lucius stepped forward, his gaze steady. “We’ve learned where the spirits are. They’re hidden in a tomb, an ancient resting place. We need to move fast if we want to stop them.”

"Why do you keep hurting one woman to please the other woman? Aren't you the one who's the biggest problem here? See? I told you that you're not Finnie. Finnie wouldn't do this. He would also recognize me at once. You're not him." Finnegan was rendered speechless. "Did you know? That chapel in the mountains is a very sacred place. All wishes hung on the tree will usually always come true," I continued to write. "I made lots of wishes there when I was looking after Finnie, and all of them came true. "I made another wish when I was there again, when you made me climb up the steps on my knees. It was my final wish." Finnegan choked on his tears. "What was your wish?"

Though this new path added five more days to the trip, it was safer and smoother, better suited for Lyra, a fragile she-wolf who deserved care and protection. But that wasn’t the only reason. This path passed by a special place, a small cave deep within Gloomwood where Raven and Cara, who was now Lyra, had once lived happily together. Raven had heard that the Potion of Oblivion, the memory-erasing elixir Lyra had taken, wasn’t permanent. With the right stimulus, the memories could return little by little. He hoped the first ones to resurface would be the beautiful moments they once shared.

24 — The Devotion They Fear The street went quiet in the way predators make silence. Not empty. Not safe. Just… held. Nori felt it before she saw it—the pressure drawing the world inward, sound thinning, color draining at the edges of her vision. The ritual architecture was already in place. Salt lines glimmered faintly against wet pavement, half-circles completed by careful hands that never stepped into the wards. The air tasted metallic, like rain before a storm that never broke.