Bride Of The Shadowed Alpha
And that name she had spoken, Liora, that was the same name as the wolf-dragon beast that is now deep inside her soul, the Obsidian Sigil that now answered only to her blood and her mark on her back.
Ora’s lips curved into a small, sharp smile as she moved closer, her steps slow and proud even though a whole sword was still buried in her chest. She moved like she felt no pain, like she ruled everything around them. When she stopped right in front of Nyxoria, they were so close.
The only difference between them was the color of their hair, Ora’s was deep black like a moonless night, while Nyxoria’s was bright blond gold that caught the light even in shadows. Other than that, it was like looki
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