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Eric was awed, and he gulped as he watched at the wild flying serpent. “Kent, do something!” Diana shouted. Kent spat in the air, and the fire surprised the flying serpent that was about to attack them. He spat again, and its face was almost hit by the fire. The fire all the same surprised the beast again before its another attack. “This won’t do.” Diana shook her head as the flying serpent was about to pounce on them again with its huge jaws open. Its tail wanted to reach out to them, with its tip touching the stained glass. It cracked, and they all looked down at the glass sheet.

Out of anger, fear, and worry, Alexander smashed his hand into the wall, creating a crater. Ares – I have warriors searching for the Vampire Kings outside the grounds under the cover of an invisibility cloak with the help of our witches. We have tried to use teleportation to enter the dungeons of the Vampire Kings castle, but the King has put up powerful wards since our last time entering his castle to save Jeremy. Ares reached out to his grandmother. If anyone could be able to get into the Vampire Kings Castle it would be Cordelia, his grandmother.

Sylvain situated himself behind me, standing so close that his body heat enveloped my entire form and his forest scent held me in a chokehold. My breathing stuttered when he began tracing the symbols in the book, fingers brushing against mine languidly. It had a shiver scuttling down my spine. With shaky words, I read, "From darkness is born light. From wings of ruin, From a child of the moon, From throne to throne. Golden and not white. A new era. A queen will be born. A queen will unite. A prophecy foretold, For a new world in sight. But first, there must be darkness,

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”

She knew better than to admit the existence of supernatural beings, yet that doctor was so opened about it. Isla answered all of Lily’s questions. She didn’t show any signs of deterring from such beliefs. Lily did everything in her power to shake her. Then Isla did the unthinkable. She grew a pair of delicate wings. They sprouted out of her back. Oh, how they were so beautiful. Lily wanted to trace the swirling patterns engraved in their transparent forms. Light caused rainbows glimmer in those beautiful wings. “Do you believe now?” Isla cocked her brow at her. She gave a toothy smile, and Lily caught a glimpse of small little fangs.

wind."Wow!" Alexandra spoke amazed."Let's go!" Katrina held her hand and they rushed in the door.The room was not so dark or bright but average.In the middle of the room, there was a stone in which the book was placed carefully."This is the book..." Katrina said taking a deep breath.As she walked forward to hold the book a current passed thru her body and she was pushed back.Next, it was Alexandra's turn...same happened with her.Althea smirked...she knew it was placed by an evil witch...only the category of her kind can take it out.She walked forward grabbing the book.It easily came in the hand of the evil witch."Now, who wants to suffer for a book?" she smirked and both Katrina and Alexand

Chapter 24: The Repelling Spell Vaelor flew through the night like a storm of fury and pain. His wings beat hard against the cold air as he followed the trail toward the capital. The bond he shared with Sera pulled him forward like an invisible chain. He could still feel her. Her soft round belly, her heavy breasts, her thick thighs wrapped around him. He could still taste her on his tongue and feel the way her chubby pussy had clenched around his cock when he finally claimed her.

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.

Adrewine's body convulsed instead, a shudder so violent it seemed to tear the air itself. A low strangled, guttural cry wrenched from her throat as her spine arched backward. The ground beneath her feet cracked. The air rippled then split. Merenrys stumbled back, eyes wide, as the child’s small frame began to distort—stretching, twisting, reforming. Bones popped like snapping branches, her skin tore in delicate seams that wept smoke instead of blood. Her shoulders split open, and from the fissures unfurled wings that shimmered wetly, each membrane swirling with the iridescent sheen of oil on water. Smoke coiled from them, black and alive, tasting of sulfur and burnt myrrh.

He rounded a boulder, stepping into a narrow defile where the walls loomed high. A glint caught his eye—violet shimmer in the air. Too late. Nets dropped from above, weighted with silver-laced chains, ensnaring his arms and legs. He thrashed, roaring as the metal burned his skin, sizzling where it touched. More chains whipped out, coiling around his torso, yanking him off his feet. He hit the ground hard, face in the dirt, struggling against the unyielding bonds. From the shadows above, a figure emerged—Lyra, perched on a ledge, bow in hand. Her eyes glowed that eerie violet, wings folded against her back like jagged shadows. Malachi stood beside her, a possessive hand on her shoulder, his g