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********** Sisters of the Virani, and all my deceased kin, Hear me now today, as I call you from within. Susan was mixing up a concussion with the souls she’d just collected from the graveyard. She was making a spell on a boiling pot of green flames; this spell was quite different from the ageing spell she had in mind to prepare before. She rarely changes spells, but there could only be one reason that made her change her plans so swiftly; one reason that could have been so important, and that reason is none other than Rabbi Sinclair.

I couldn't help but wonder what had gone wrong, how our once unbreakable bond had shattered so suddenly. The room seemed to echo with my silent questions, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls. I tried to focus on the spell before me, pouring my energy and emotions into its creation. It was a way to channel my pain, to transform it into something tangible and powerful. With each incantation and gesture, I hoped to find solace, to mend the broken pieces of my heart. The spell became a metaphor for my healing.

Satisfied that there are no prying eyes, I take a deep breath and open the worn pages of the book, each one filled with secrets and possibilities beyond imagining. My fingers trace the faded ink, the words pulsing with ancient power as I search for the spell that calls to me. And then, there it is—a passage illuminated by the soft dappled light filtering through the canopy above. A spell of growth and renewal, of harnessing the very essence of nature itself.

She scoured ancient texts and scrolls, searching for any hint of forgotten power or hidden strength. Hours passed, and Lola's eyes burned from reading by candlelight. Just as she was about to give up, she stumbled upon a dusty, leather-bound tome. The title faded, but she could make out the words "Beast of Gévaudan." Her heart raced as she flipped through the pages, reading about an ancient and powerful creature that once terrorized the lands. The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost.

The hellhound just groaned. Useless pet, she thought. Pearl followed behind her bag money. Alec’s men set the bag just inside her home, and the moment the door shut behind the men, she was already pulling out the spell book and the silvers. For a moment, she just let her fingers skim over the neatly stacked books. Completely ignoring the men and her three wolves. There was an inviting smell that accompanied the spell book, waiting for her to do her magic and cast a spell on whatever was written inside. This time, she hoped it was how to open a portal.

“Take him down, Shoot him. Make him bleed! This throne is still mine and I will forever uphold it Muhahahah!!“ Abigail watched as Zeres face blackened and then he spat more blood cranning his neck to look at her. Meanwhile, Abigail who was trapped within her body felt emotional. She was able to hear and see Zeres somehow, but if she tries to speak, her voice becomes inaudible. But that didn't stop her from feeling so much emotional that even the spell evoked by the sorcerer weakened due to the sudden emotions brimming and taking possession over that body and then, Abigail's power Brewed strongly unclasping the shackles and disengaging that dark canopy. And then, Abi was in full possession of

And suddenly Bella's strange behavior makes a whole lot more sense. She's still tense as hell as she clears her throat, then responds with her voice oddly strained. "Yeah, right, yesterday. Did you find that book you were looking for, on, what was it, the propagation of European Medieval societal hierarchy into the American colonies?" I follow their exchange with a near sick kind of glee on the inside, while I hope that my pleasant smile on the outside doesn't look like a shark ready to go for his helpless prey. I seem to be doing a good

I walk into the house and lean on the kitchen counter. Kyra shuts the door and comes to stand in front of me. I run my hand over my face as I try to arrange my thoughts of today. "What?" I question if I heard her right. "A book was written by the creator?" I repeat in shock. "The book contains a spell to trap a god in his or her respective realm for all of eternity." The door bursts open getting our attention and our heads snap up.

The wolf shifted, bones cracking and flesh folding inward as the beast reshaped itself into a man, tall, broad and dark haired, lifting the unconscious girl into his arm with careful precision. Lyra Even unconscious she radiated power, wild, bright and dangerous. Her auburn hair glistening in the moonlight. She was.... Mine. The woman muttered something urgent, the man nodded once, then they were gone, vanishing into the forest like they were never there in the first place. I waited. Only when their presence was gone, did I step out of the shadow. The clearing felt hollow without her. I walked to the center where the spell had ruptured, my boots crushing broken twigs and damp soil. My gaze l