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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.

“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.

Only when forensics pried the data chip—the one I'd implanted to monitor the drug's effects—from the rotted tissue did the buried truth finally surface. … "Weren't all the contaminated remains incinerated?" a worker's voice, thick with fear, cut the damp air. "How… how is there one here?" In the profound dark, the sound jolted my consciousness awake. A soul, set in concrete for two years, saw fractured daylight again. The first voice I recognized was my brother's. "Christ, this place is still a bad-luck charm," he muttered, the familiar timbre now laced with a disgust that iced my spectral form.

" Like a throat. The pages lining it fluttered in some internal wind, whispering against each other. Fragments of text crawled across them, fading and reappearing, never settling on one version. It slanted down and away from the surface in a shallow ramp, disappearing into a gray that was not the Graveyard’s gray. It's more like the space between one level and another in a badly coded game. Behind us, ink slammed into the base of the altar in a black wave, spraying flecks up onto the stone like acid rain. We didn’t have time to run pros and cons. Corvin didn’t hesitate. He swung himself into the passage, boots skidding on the shifting paper underfoot, the lockbook clutched tight to his chest

He knew I was not the Lumira whose medical records he had studied. "Dark magic is not native to this body," he said, placing his cards on the table with deliberate precision. Not playing cards. Research notes, thin and precise, covered in diagrams I couldn't read from this distance. "Necromancy at your level requires a soul that has already crossed the threshold. A soul that has died and returned, carrying the imprint of the grave. The original Lumira never died — not truly. She was murdered. There is a difference." He looked at me, and for the first time, his clinical mask cracked. Not with emotion — with hunger. The hunger of a scholar who had found the anomaly he had been searching for.

he said. Paoli gave him a pained smile. "I do know that, and I appreciate it. But my concern isn't for me," he said. He took a deep breath and seemed to reach a decision at last. "As you know, I've been reading on werewolves tonight. I think I've come across something that might explain what's happening between you and Emily," he said. He turned and retrieved a heavy tome from the counter behind him, then walked over and sat it in front of William. It was a beautiful book with a hand-woven navy-blue front cover. It was decorated with ancient magic symbols, long forgotten by all but a select few. Paoli opened the book with one hand and pointed out the section.

The vampire council especially Alec, looked very strong and powerful that I think all of them has unique abilities they could use against their enemies. On the other hand, I don't think I have a special ability or something. Carter only has his mind reading ability and is practicing his other ability which is psychokinesis. Meanwhile, I don't really know about Landon. All I know is that he is very strong and skillful considering how he killed Maximilian effortlessly even when he was blind that time. That alone proves how skillful he is as a fighter. But at times like this, when we are in front of a battalion of strong and powerful enemies, I am not that confident that he can take down all of

Lucky me. Dad stepped forward, clearing his throat. "Let us begin this meeting by taking a moment to remember the life of our comrade, Caleb Manser." The morning light filtered in through the curtains, tinting the room in the tawny grey of the cloth. As everyone else bowed their heads in respect, I surveyed the gathering. In this little living room, on a shabby mountaintop cabin, were the precious few people in the country who had mastered the necromantic arts. My father and brother were the last two living with enough power to reanimate the dead. Avery and Thea Manser had the Sight, to see truths and that of the present and future. Lyssa Amerson carried her family's ability to speak with th

She was complacently moving towards the distant sound of voices, toasts and laughter. Finally, in the tomblike silence of this part of the castle, he heard a few words, almost inaudible, because the woman pronounced them with only her lips. The zombie heard, “Your little birdie will die soon, Reive Eridanus. I’ve made my move. What will your answer be?” The black necromancer’s long dress rustled over the old tiles and vanished from sight. Only then did the dead man come out of his hiding place, pursing his lips as if he had been trying to whistle a tune.

She smiles as she is taken in amazement and fascination once more towards the grand library that stands with its fresh and finest beauty that is already standing with its glory right from the very beginning, and unto the first loop. “Calling for death.” Taken by the words that Jane just utters as she flips the pages of the book that she finds after falling right in front of her. She watches carefully as curiosity gets the better of her and flips the pages down to the specific chapter she reads. “The Necromancer.” Fully knowing who it is as she immediately looks at the book that she is holding, with the conviction and strengthen ideology that it was the same one. She walks forward, yet just e