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Janeka asked Sabrina with her gaze fixed on her. “Of course. Everything about the darkness has to end with us.” Sabrina huffed. “Who would want the darkness to come back again?” Earnestine added. Danica froze the relic with her powers, she motioned them to begin the spell that they had perfectly memorized. They started the spell, and the books on the shelves began to fall off one by one. Not giving up though blood was trickling down their nose, they finished the spell while strands of their hair that were being moved by the cool air lay gently on their backs. They stared at the relic before it shattered into pieces and Danica channeled all her firepower, blasting it on the shattered relic, i

“I don’t see how.” “I can think of a few reasons,” she says. “Like what?” I ask. “Well, the blood purists like Abraxas for starters. Then her coven, how would they react if their child was a wolf instead of a witch? That might cause some problems. And if they had multiple kids, how would the kids feel if one was a witch and one was a wolf? I mean, if it were us, I don't know how I would feel. But I know I’d be pissed either way it went,” She says.

“So you played the detached prince. You pretended you didn't even know her name so Torin would keep her alive while we built the underground rebellion from the border camps.” “Yes,” I whispered, the ferocity in my voice cracking with an ancient pain. “But the game is officially over. The moment she broke away from Torin and arrived at the Winslow estate, something fundamental shifted in her biology. The shamanic suppression spell her mother bound her with is failing. I could smell it on the wind by the river tonight, Jax. That sweet, terrifyingly pure starlight frequency is leaking into the open air.” I reached down, grabbing an ancient, leather-bound text from the drawer of my splintered de

This time when I came in the room she looked straight at me and I walked over to her and said, “I need your help with a spell.” “What kind of spell do you need help with?” She quickly asked as she shut the book she was reading. I moved to the seat at the table across from her and sat down before I said, “A spell to free your Master from this prison.” Sarah started to laugh before she says, “You don’t think I have already tried time and time again? Nothing has ever worked and I don’t know how you think you can help.” Wrapping my hand around the chain of the necklace I pulled it over my head and handed it to Sarah and said, “You never had this before.”

The ticking of the wall clock and the soft murmurs of the city outside created a peaceful background. While rummaging through the documents, a particular file caught my eye. It was labeled "Grey Enterprises: Classified." My curiosity piqued, I opened it, revealing a stack of old documents, financial records and surveillance photographs. My heart skipped a beat when I realized these were remnants of Sebastian Grey’s secret operations. One letter in particular stood out. Gray was called "The Raven" from someone's name. The cryptic language and eerie tone sent chills down my spine. The letter pointed to widespread fraud, suggesting that Gray and Blackwood were merely participants in a larger ga

It's not Latin or any other language I am conversant with. However, under the foreign text, it seems someone has translated the language and also in a neat handwriting. The discovery instantly makes me feel so much better. Slowly, I read the translated text. And then, I read it again. “No,” I whisper. “Yes,” Fiona says. The translated text is a spell called ‘The Severance’, and the spell is designed to steal power from one source and transfer it to another. Specifically, the spell can steal a Trueblood’s power and give it to someone else.

Her bright eyes dance around until she huffs out a breath of relief. “Okay…” she whispers, and the angst in her voice is palpable. “Where do we start?” The afternoon slips away from us. Every minute that passes the sun provides less and less light. Without a lamp, we won’t be able to do much more. The books we managed to find are scattered around us in piles. Rebecca reaches into my backpack and pulls out a wrapped corn muffin. “How are you not starving?” she mutters, relaxing against the filing cabinet behind her.

Her days on this earth are numbered. I angrily collected the book from Zina, flipping it. There were a lot of spells here, and I wondered how we were going to master them because we just have one brain. I was still flipping when my eyes caught the shadow spell, dark magic written clearly on the side. I rolled my eyes because I wasn't understanding anything, closing the book. I looked up to Master Colt, listening to his order about the mind link spell. Everything was boring to me. I really wanted to settle down and think about my payback plan.

The shadows at the edges of the runes shivered like they were tasting the air for blood, for fear, for dominance. Sierra clenched her fists, fingers grazing the chalk. She whispered the trigger phrase, her voice tight, sharp. A flicker of silver sparked at her fingertips—but it was wilder than usual. The shadows responded instantly, snaking higher, twisting faster than she expected. Her anger, her jealousy, her protectiveness over Malick—it all fed the spell, amplifying it beyond the controlled parameters she’d intended.

I’m trying to stall and avoid him from noticing so soon, so I can accomplish it without and disturbance, or without dying. I rushed back to the middle of the bridge, avoiding the steaming hot flesh that coated the mucky, blood, grounds and picked up the oldest and most fragile Dark Spell book Bahm had in his bookshelf. Avoiding this book for a really long while, for it had Hiliana's signature printed on the first page in old English letters, I was worried it would be too much for me to handle, but my sould is also purified by light, unlike his deranged birth mother, but last night I discovered a hidden spell to destroy....