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I wasn't going to sit here and watch him die for me. I ran to the bedroom, grabbed the leather folder with the Succession documents I’d found in the archives, and headed for the service stairs. If Silas was going into a war, he wasn't going without his most dangerous weapon. The "Gilded Shackle" was about to break, one way or another.

Flanked by towering guards, it watched me with cold, intelligent eyes. The red beast. The words from the voice echoed in my head—“The way is through the Red’s heart.” “That’s it,” I muttered, tightening my grip on the sword. “That’s my way out.” The red creature raised its head, as if it had heard me. Then it let out a roar that shook the entire valley. “Of course,” I sighed. “It’s never easy.” The red beast began moving, massive steps shaking the sand beneath it, every thud a death sentence. The monsters around it parted like waves before a god.

… Loki’s gentle voice: “Sister… I’m back.” … A timid woman’s voice: “Your Majesty… Lord Bode… has passed away.” … The chaotic shouts of a crowd: “Help! Help! Valhalla is on fire! Someone, please… help!” … Then came an abyss stretching infinitely downward. At the bottom were endless cages, damp and dark. A red-haired boy was shackled by chains weighing thousands of pounds. His body was covered in wounds and blood, his handsome face twisted as he looked up, frantically tugging at the iron chains with a clang:

It looked painful, but at least it stopped the bleeding. He had probably taken the cuffs from my dungeon; I recognized them. The shackles locked an immortal’s abilities no matter what species they were, making them as weak as a human. Her illusion fell as she cried out as the mark on her neck was revealed. “No… no… no.” she shook her head attempting to cover it with her hair, but it was too late the mark had been seen by everyone. I refused to live without her. She shouldn’t have used the little magic she had to hide it.

I need to end this right now by using the contract I made with the shadow spirit. Dark shadows form around where Delmar is standing and start to take shape. Hundreds of shadow figures taking the shape of soldiers with swords and shields now surround Delmar like an impenetrable wall. "Behold the power of my contract with the Shadow Lord of the Underworld," Delmar says to the Knight. Delmar points his sword in the direction of the knight and the shadow soldiers start advancing towards him in a well-organized formation.

The case about the library, the lost familia, the slave contract and the unsolved mystery of Lord Lucifer's disappearance. Lord Gula: Then when we actually got a hold on the slave contract. I was bombarded with so many riddles. For one. What is mentioned in the book is not what was described by the two of you about how the spell went that night. Ban: That's new. Are you saying that? The contract we hold is not the slave contract? Lord Anex: How can we prove that? Lord Gula: If what is mentioned in the book is really true. Ban. Do you mind stepping forward?

He could not move for his leg was a mess and he didn’t have the energy to fight against the warriors that were staring at him with their glittering silver eyes. Zack closed his eyes. He knew his were a different color from the werewolves that were guarding him. They might be thinking that he was a rogue who dared to come into the sacred forest of Paphos that had been under the protection of the United Nations and the Cyprus government. “What happened?” a voice filled his head as Zack turned in that direction. The crowd shifted as the naked man with his green eyes and sable hair was making his way toward Zack. The newcomer knelt beside Zack, assessing the damage that had been done to him—espe

KHLOE Outside the moon was round, perfect for everyone of her heightened Werewolf senses. As the shackles that been the soul of her wolf captive for more than weeks fell the ground, the animalistic side of her roused in strength of finally being freed The guard was distracted by trying to strangle the other maid and he was doing a good job at it but the maid appeared to be putting up the fight as she struggled with him. She stared past the guards shoulder and in her blurry vision she saw the beast and widened her eyes in shock.

This was the moment we could choose to stay in the shadows or step into the unknown and fight for the future we wanted. "We’re ready," I said, my voice firm. "We’ve already fought for this. We’ll fight for what comes next." Langford leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "Alright then. We’ll make a deal. You help me with a few of my... interests, and I’ll make sure you’re kept safe. I’ll give you the information you need. But make no mistake—you’ll owe me. And when I come calling, you’ll answer." I nodded, not flinching at the weight of his words. "Deal."

It never happened, but someone finally fed them a live soul, which lent them the strength to emerge in a place like this without worries. To their surprise, someone was stupid enough to offer Landon as a sacrificial offering. They would never dare to have any funny ideas about him. Meanwhile, Divine Shackles recognized him for what he was and locked him up. He remained bound for seven to eight days, but he hadn't done anything out of sorts; instead, he behaved like an ordinary human. However, that was most certainly not the case. Landon might not have done anything, but that didn't mean the evil beings could do something to him.