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I said and he looked at me with pity "Err why are you staring at me like that," I asked confusingly "Look at this" he said pointing at the locker in front of me "Yeah I see it, a closed locker I just finished searching" I said "No I mean," he said and opened the locker "This," He said pointing to the wing of the locker and when I looked at it I couldn't help but take pity on myself too for going through that much when the name of each corpse was on the locker together with the date they were brought in..not even when they lived till they died

There was a frenzy to him that was incredibly unsettling. "You can see that he's not quite human anymore. My serum has it's faults. His alpha instincts are in full force. It's quite the aura, wouldn't you say so? Well I assume as a beta it's hurting you much more than it does me. It is the benefit of my species to be dominant which helps negates the ill effects of my imperfections in the serum. Dominance in battle is definitely something of government priority. The poor side effect is that following orders is something we are working on. But you know all things are a work in progress." Dr. Dawson took a quick step forwards and instantly like a tiger aroused by an invasion into his t

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“True Flames” Like pouring oil on fire, the flames around Mane surged and spread, and the yellow fire dragon became a blue fire dragon. Its flames were so strong that the body of the Winged Serpent held within its hands began to melt, much to its dismay. The Winged Serpent cried in pain and agony. It sought mercy yet that mercy never came. It tried reminding Mane that it hadn’t chosen to come here. It was forced to come here by a strange power. It didn’t think that Mane would understand. But he did. Only, he was the reason why it had been brought here. And he wasn’t merciful enough to spare an Ascended Beast.

Ash still drifted in the air like black snow, settling over ruins that had once been Dawnspire’s proud walls. Serenya’s lungs burned with smoke and power as she struggled to hold herself aloft. Her new wings—woven of starlight and fire—shivered with exhaustion, dimming at the edges. Below, Thalric’s broken crown lay in shards, but the man himself rose from the ashes, alive, his form cloaked in a new and terrible shadow.

The portal could close forever, leaving them trapped inside. Serene closed her eyes, focusing on the image burned into her mind from the Journal: the dagger intertwined with two snakes, symbolizing the balance between good and evil, life and death. Her gaze fixed upon the corner grave, slightly raised and freshly painted in white. She leaned in, curious, and read the verse etched into its surface. "A witch, a mate, a virgin's fate, She'll wield the world, her dark deeds sate. Royal bloodline, magic's embrace,

They kissed — slow and deep — before continuing to their room. The wedding had been beautiful. The real work had only just begun. And as the sun set on their first full day of marriage, Raven Winterstar and Victoria Rose — Necromantress and Blood Princess — prepared to face whatever came next. Side by side. Bound in shadow. Bound in blood. Bound in love. The realms were shifting. Alliances were forming. And somewhere in the distance, the Demonkin stirred once more. **The Road to Arcadia** The carriage rattled along the western road, wheels grinding over broken stone and ash-strewn earth. Inside, the air was thick with incense and unspoken tension.

After a while, Leslie stretched and yawned, feeling the weight of sleep. ​"Hey, I'm tired. Let’s go back, it’s really late," Leslie suggested. ​"You go ahead," Scarlett replied firmly. "I’ll head back later. I just want to stay a bit longer." ​Leslie looked at her with a mix of worry and resignation, but finally nodded and began walking back to camp. Scarlett was left alone by the lake, unaware that she was being watched from the other side of the water. ​Across the lake, Zafira and her sister Zahia—two gorgons, women with serpent tails instead of legs—hid in the shadows. Zafira, her serpentine body coiling around itself, watched Scarlett with a mix of surprise and overflowing rage.

Alessandro said as he picked up a thumbscrew. These were a particular favourite of his father’s, invented by some barbaric humans centuries before he was born. Alessandro had a room full of these as his most prized possessions in their family home. “Crazy things always happen during full moons. You know that.” “Not like this. This one here,” Alessandro poked one of the humans, “said there was a sex demon in the city.” “Sex demon?” “Succubus or incubi.” “Have you been reading fiction again? Those are just myths.”

I wouldn't have had to if I wasn't on patrol and the other Heirs hadn't seen her too. The three of us, with our soldiers, were out hunting a pack of Hollowborns that attacked one of our hatching grounds. We managed to kill some of them, until they all headed towards Thornwood. Wolves territory was forbidden for Dragons and vice versa. We had no option but to camp outside their borders, and hope the Hollowborns show up before daybreak when they would go back into hiding. I had used my powers to keep us invisible from sight. It was easier since it was pitch black last night. But somehow, the girl had run directly towards me, she saw me despite the thick cover of darkness.