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] [From now on, everything that does not belong to you will be taken back. [Every truth you covered up will be exposed.] [I wish you all peace for the rest of your lives.] Vivian stared at the words on the screen. System? What system? Before she could react, Landon suddenly let out a scream from the corner. He clutched his head and rolled wildly across the marble floor. "It hurts! It hurts so much! My head is going to explode! "System! System, save me! Don't take back my intelligence! Don't!"

Kael roared to the wolves emerging from the ladder shaft. Ten northern warriors lined up in front of the glass doors with their rifles raised. They opened fire instantly, a loud storm of bullets started slamming into the glass. But the glass was reinforced with heavy defensive magic; the bullets simply flattened against the clear surface and dropped to the floor like harmless grey pebbles. The vampire captains let out a dark laugh that we could hear even through the thick walls. One of them stepped forward, raising a small black remote control. "They are going to activate the dampening field inside this room!" Elena warned, her voice rising in a sharp panic.

Before we left the bar, I suddenly realized that the two bottles of red wine on the table were new. From that, I knew Marsh had finished a bottle of wine before I got there. Upon hearing Marsh's shout, I chuckled with anger, "You're the one who should shut up. Now let's go leave here, or Zander won't spare you!" Zander was the Alpha of the Blackthorn Pack, and his family had the bloodline of Lycans. If Zander completely shifted, Marsh wouldn't have a single chance to defeat Zander. That was why I had to stop this fight and urged Marsh to leave.

Rademos surprised himself with his outburst. "We are one! We are the demon known as Astraldon." "Demon?" Rademos repeated, sounding surprised. "Is this a joke?" "Yes, you are a demon! You are an incubus. You are the demon of destruction." "I- I don't understand," Rademos replied, feeling a deepening sense of confusion. "In due time, you will!" "What do you-"

Amanda approached her with a serious expression. “Sarah, can we talk for a moment?” Amanda’s voice was low yet urgent, motioning towards a quieter corner of the room. Sarah looked up, a hint of curiosity mixed with caution in her eyes. “Sure, what’s on your mind?” Once they were away from prying ears, Amanda leaned in, her tone serious. “It’s about Damien. I need your help with something important.” Sarah raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Go on.” Amanda hesitated briefly before laying out her plan. “I’ve noticed some vulnerabilities that could create problems for Damien and Seraphina. I want to set him up, to create a situation that casts doubt on his loyalty.”

"But we must be careful. The witches are very selective about who they help, and they won't hesitate to harm us if they sense any danger." I nodded, feeling a pit of anxiety grow in my stomach. But I had to try. I couldn't keep living as a vampire or a werewolf, constantly fighting my bloodlust and the urge to harm others. Days turned into weeks as we journeyed through the mountains, facing many dangers along the way. We encountered vampires, werewolves, and even a group of rogue groups who tried to capture us for their own twisted experiments. As Jax helped me get through here, I learned that this mountain is a wasteland for creatures who are rejected by packs and groups. They cannot leave

She was on a black mask. Two other females stood beside her, but in different bitchy dress manners. They rested on the bar stools, having a drink. Meanwhile, in a room covered in transparent color, a dangerous man was seen with sluts flirting around him. His men stood guarded as he had his fun. LIAM WILDER. Eight drug-ruthless lords; this population is a million, and every agent department targets him. Liam Wilder isn’t just someone two or more could catch; he has no wife, no history of children, but his mistresses are thousands.

“If that’s true, every time you destroy one of his anchors, he learns more about your power.” “Then we have to find a way to sever the link,” Edward said. Mara nodded. “We’ll need the seer.” The room tensed instantly. “The seer?” I asked. Edward’s tone darkened. “She’s dangerous.” “She’s also the only one who’s ever read the old fire runes,” Mara said. “If anyone can tell us how to break a link forged in magic older than the packs, it’s her.” I looked between them. “Then let’s find her.”

Even a broken man who is trying to live, the striveness itself defines he can be a hero. The stranger with a crushed broken heart turned into my lifeline and made him into the man he is today. The affect is dragging a sinner from the pits of hell and raising him into my heaven, allowing him Redemption and freedom from the demons of his past. He is the hero, he is the deserved hero, and this is Mr. Alexander Hamilton's REDEMPTION. THE END ******