Sorcerer Rui Mga Nobela at Kwento

He pushed two fingers inside me, and I gasped immediately. "These sounds you make? Mine." Then he started pumping his fingers deep and hitting that spot. "The way you come? Mine." His hand stayed on my throat the whole time, not squeezing, just holding it a little tight. He freed my throat just a little before he then hold it a little tight, "Say it while you come. Tell me who you belong to." His fingers went faster and harder and relentlessly. I was right there on the edge. My tongue ripped open, and it came out of my lips, "I belong to you. I'm yours. I..."

Not the Luca standing beside him—but an alternate, corrupted version, fused with the Master’s dark energy, eyes glowing crimson. The Master smiled. “Meet your true test, Saintwalker. Your bond… against itself.” Riven’s mind screamed, the storm’s fury matching the chaos within. Every heartbeat, every pulse, every ounce of energy coiled into a single, impossible choice: fight the corrupted Luca… or risk losing everything else.

Richard said only one sentence before leaving: “It is time. She knows far more than we planned.” Victor slowly looked up toward the staircase. I was standing there watching. Our eyes met. He realized the secrets were finally beginning to unravel.

“The easiest way to do this is to have someone cut open your chest, pull apart your ribcage and pierce your heart. The blood that spurts forth will contain your life force in its most primal state. Only a few drops are necessary for the location spell to work effectively. If you are able to read this, then you are strong enough. You should heal relatively quickly. Good luck, Karani Sinclair.” I closed the book and took a deep breath. This wasn’t what I was expecting to find. I had heard accounts of both Kiran and Kai’s enchantment ordeals and I had shuddered at the thought of ever having to go through that, but here I was facing the same. It wasn’t even a choice to make, I would rip apart my