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"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?”

I replied nervously. "You can call me Sir Adalard. I'm sure you already know that I am an elder, and that I take important decisions in the witchcraft/magical world. But I don't do that alone, I have my four other partners with me, and they are... Rowena, Estorus, Gunther and Tabitha." Sir Adalard introduce while pointing at them. I bow slightly in respect. "You look just like your mother. Those beautiful sparkly eyes filled with devotion and commitment, I can never forget." Ma'am Rowena said in excitement, surprising me with a big warm hug.

"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…”

One stupid woman even said she would willingly give herself to him and make babies with him if he just gave her a glance. I also found out that he was the infamous Morgan Wright, the CEO of Wright Corporation and the heir to the Wright Empire. Before my uncle finished making his call, the whispers around me had already given me a vague impression of the handsome man, and I had also come to the conclusion; he was an arrogant jerk.

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

"I have what you seek. Charms that reveal the truth, the hidden, the forgotten." Cassie's eyes widened as she took in the array of enchanted items. She reached out, her fingers brushing against a pendant shaped like a crescent moon. It hummed with power, a soft glow emanating from its depths. Beside her, Xavier's gaze was drawn to a silver wolf's head, its eyes like twin moons. Xiemna, meanwhile, found herself drawn to a small, intricately carved wooden figurine of a wolf, its eyes glowing with a soft, ethereal light.

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.”