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He walked to the board and started writing. "So far in this class, we have several types of magical creatures represented. We have Vampires, Fae, Ilith, Pestiut, Lycan, Necrium, and Werewolf. Did I miss anyone?" the professor asked as he looked around the room. Everyone agreed their magical type was listed on the board.

"Got it. Though we had to outsmart some very annoying Pokers to get it." "Pokers?" Nyla raised an eyebrow. "Evil little tree creatures who like to trap people in pits and collect their bones," Dalia said with a shudder. "But we figured it out. Eventually." "What about you two?" Kaida asked. "You both look like you've seen ghosts." "Something like that," I muttered, not ready to talk about what I'd had to do in the Mad Mage's cottage. Maybe I never would be. Then Gretchen and Kai appeared. Gretchen's hair hung heavily with damp strands plastered across her face, and she was wearing what looked like a jacket over her shoulders, shivering slightly.

A pair of leather shoes, long legs of black pants, and a black shirt…my gaze moved further to rest on pink lips left out under the black mask he wore. Who exactly was he? His rare gold colored eyes pierced through my being, and in that moment it felt as though I was bare. My nipples stirred under my wet dress, making things even worse than they already were. “Prince Darion,” The attendants chorused, their heads dropping, unable to look at the man as though he was a plague. Or perhaps someone of high status –pretty evident from his temperament. I clenched my jaw hard, feeling the swell on my cheeks. It still hurt from last night…if not even worse.

“Here we go. What is your name.” “Leila Clarke.” “What is your age?” “27.” “What is your favourite colour?” “Midnight or ocean blue.” “What is your favourite outfit?” “Leggings and a comfortable top.” “What is your favourite season?” “Winter.” “What is your favourite holiday?” “It’s not a holiday but May the 14th,” I smiled at Nick and for the first time ever I saw him blush. Claire paused a second working out the date and gave me a quick hug. “Who is your best friend?”

"Your mastery over elemental magic and your unwavering loyalty make you an ideal candidate. Will you join this quest?" Felicity, standing tall and resolute, stepped forward. "I will, Supreme Sorcerer. I shall serve our coven with all my power." Constantine nodded, then turned her gaze to Freya, a witch known for her unparalleled knowledge of ancient spells. "Freya, your expertise in ancient magic is unmatched. Will you lend your talents to this mission?" Freya, her expression one of fierce determination, stepped forward to join Felicity. "I pledge my abilities to our cause, Supreme Sorcerer."

“How do you know the logo Carys drew was the Doom logo?” “Because I was once the daughter of the Minister of ancient magic runes and symbols,” Morana said. “And my father might have been the first person ever who brought that logo to life again.” Verity typed on her phone violently. “Another lie. The current minister of ancient magic runes and symbols is… Kilsafa Nukta,” Verity said. “Of course he is, dimwit! Look for the same, but twelve years ago,” Morana said. “It should say…”

I wished silently. Lot number after lot number, each time slot was being worked through quickly and efficiently. We were almost into the forties now. I had noticed that the first lot of every ten were supposed to be like, "prized" items. Lot one had been the young werewolf girl, lot ten had been a pregnant human whose baby would be half wizard. Lot twenty had been a full blooded wizard. Lot thirty, a fawn. Rare to come across in the wild, even more rare to catch one. The young girl, who looked to be around my age, after being brought out onto the stage, led by an absolute terror of a man, only had bloody nubs on the top of her head where her antlers should have been. They looked like they'd

An invasion of the mind was common to wolves, telepathic links were what bound packs together but the Mente Compartida was a much more dangerous ritual. She looked to her father and nodded her head, he nodded back in understanding before turning. She faced the Alpha’s, equal looks of anger and fear in their eyes at the forgotten challenge. She ignored them and turned back to the male who kneeled before her. “I have shown you mercy. More than your father ever gave to my people,” She said to him. He met her eyes and sucked in a breath as their gazes connected. Silver and sapphire blue. Her beast locked tightly away under her skin, pushed to the back of her mind. She walked past him and let her

I pressed my cheek against his back and closed my eyes. "Protective enchantments," he replied before continued to whisper some words which I did not quite catch. I unfolded my arms and faced him. "What?" He whipped the stick on his hand and spoke louder. "Cave Inimicum, Fianto Duri, Protego Horribilis, Protego Maxima, Protego Totalum, Repello Inimicum, Salvio Hexia, Muffliato, Repello Muggletum." I could not help but laugh. Oh, my God. He really was putting some protective enchantments. "You are such a legit Potterhead!"

Berriwott looked more and more frightened as his mouth continued to divulge secrets without his consent. “They are looking for an evolution or substitute of Pantiumite in order to provide energy for New-Man that can last forever.” “Who are the ‘they’ you speak of?” Berriwott bit his bottom lip and the answer came out muffled. “You will not attempt to keep silent when asked questions. Who are the ‘they’ you speak of?” This time, Berriwott had tears streaming down his cheeks as he gave away the names of his accomplices “Janon Trueman, Lilith Malfoy, Vox Madero and Kalifa Zeidner.”