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"Anyway, I have to go to work. Someone’s gotta feed us both. And don't even think of running away. Or I will hunt you done, and everyone you hold dear. I will even go after Gemma. After all, I'm a wolf, and she’s just a human. “Think about that while you clean up the house. This place stinks,” Aztec said as he got up and walked back to the master bedroom, leaving a frozen Sandra in the dining room. Sandra wasn't sure what to do or even how to rest. Nana was dead. Her nana’s ashes were already dumped in medical waste, which meant that she would never get them back. Aztec had done that to her. All because she had been forced to put on a damn gown. Wow.

And I don't know if it's because I'm not at my best, but it does give me the creeps. -I'm not going to kill you. -pronunciate calmly. I frown- I'm going to do worse than that. -He pauses in which I get up from the floor leaning with my left arm on the corridor wall.- I'm going to take care of moving away from all the people you care about you. I'm going to make them suffer, I'm going to kill them, and I'm going to make sure they hate you. I gulp. Right now because of the dizziness I see two Harrisons Tucson's in front of me, and that's twice as bad as having just one- You're going to be left alone, Azael Volkov. And you're going to suffer as you've never done in your whole miserable life.

Simon grumbled. "That's ok just tell me everything there is" Jace replied a bit anxious. "Well, all the necromancers are dead. Or rather imprisoned by Celeste and her then husband Erebus because he saw them as too great a threat to all the other supernaturals after one necromancer defied him and brought back someone he'd killed to life. Celeste ruled over the supernaturals but had no control over the necromancers because they didn't see her as their leader. They actually worshipped the lord of The Hallow. Someone by the name of Zaewyn" Simon explained. Jace grew impatient because this wasn't the type of information he's searching for.

Serena fought with tears in her eyes, violet magic clashing against the corrupted version of her mentor’s power. Liora, terrified but determined, tried to help. She summoned a burst of tri-colored energy that blasted several agents away, but it also destabilized the chamber. Cracks formed in the ancient pillars. “We can’t stay here!” Serena shouted. “The Nexus is tearing itself apart!” Damien grabbed Liora and shadow-stepped to Serena’s side. “Then we fight our way out — back to the surface!” Kael took the lead, smashing a path toward the exit tunnel. The corrupted Elara pursued them relentlessly, screaming Serena’s name in a voice that mixed love and hatred.

"Valerie Nott... Tatiana Black... oh, and look here, the sad widow herself. Tatiana was pressed against the wall near Brock's casket. Her face was the color of ash. Valerie had gone perfectly still. Like a rabbit hoping the wolves wouldn't see her. "Now," Scarface said. He pulled out a switchblade. He used it to clean his fingernails. "I don't care if the man's dead. Dead men's debts don't disappear. They pass to family." The blade clicked as he folded it shut. The sound made half the room flinch.

“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.

Something strange stirred beneath my skin—a prickling heat that spread like wildfire through my veins, My body went into spams, My vision blurred as I stumbled to my knees, it seemed as though the world was tilting dangerously around me, my bones cracking and reshaping with agonizing intensity. Fur sprouted from my skin, coarse and pearly white, my limbs contorting into a new form. And then I shocked myself, a raspy snarl tore from my throat, My fingers curled into claws, I could feel my senses sharpened, the world now painted in stark contrasts of light and shadow from the normal colours I was used to.

I feel myself tense, my babies start to move in an uncomfortable way, and I lay on the grass trying to find a position that would calm them. As I look back to Caleb, I see him blowing more deadly fire at Ignitious, causing him to shield himself. I hear whimpers and my head snaps to the origin of it, there I see the necromancer I hurt, leaning to the big object, and pouring his blood into it. The symbols start to glow, and the strange object seems to react to the liquid by absorbing it. I watch in shock how the creature drains himself of his life essence to give the machine-like object, life.

“Your father is nowhere to be found, and our numbers are dwindling, with four fronts holding against the dead that rises to fight us again, the sky army has defeated all siege engines, but has proven to not be much use for ground assaults without general Marcia leading them, I had to call a favour to have a few Bohl warriors to join the fronts to push them back a little, what are your orders?” ‘Great, so we are pretty much f**ked right now,’ Rex sighed to himself, stroking his chin absentmindedly, making Ley smile, looking at his companions for ideas, he looked from Minet to Lacey, to Lizz, stopping at Sküülen, who was eyeing her enemy with fierce eyes, seemingly eager to re-join the fight,

and then Francis's head was crushed under the weight of the Wight King's boot. Before his head was completely crushed, the fallen necromancer regained control of his body and mind, and screamed. "I am Francis Kemmler, The Lord of Necromancers" ♦ ♦ ♦ From the distance, two figures watched carefully how the entire battle had unfolded "It seems that the‘ Cauldron of Death ’operation was a failure," said one of the figures. "It seems that Number 2's ability to use the‘ Dominus Maximum ’is rusting away."