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Warriors follow her lead, moving silently, stripping the humans of anything that might be dangerous when the spell finally releases them. Tara sinks down beside me, one hand lightly resting on my back, lending me her silent support. I will not falter or lose my grip. I’m strong enough to do this. I will make the world safe for Scarlett and my and Soren’s little boy who’s still waiting to be conceived. I pour everything I have into the spell. Every drop of power. Every last thread of focus. And slowly, surely, the weight of their memories bends to my will.

I was so buried in the search when Andrian called out to me. “My Alpha, I think I found it.” Hearing that made my heart thump a bit. I swiftly ran to where he was. A small book, which shouldn’t be more than two hundred pages, was in his hand. I collected the book from him. The covering was a deep crimson hue, reminiscent of a blood moon casting its eerie glow. And on the hardcover were swirling shadows hinting at hidden magic, and the book of spells was boldly written on it. A small smile found its way to my face. I wasn’t happy because Tristan can also use the spell, but I was happy because I could get to know more about the spells I'm using, which I'm sure would be in this book.

he said, stretching out his hand, and Jason handed it to him. "Thales is a unique name," I whispered beside Jason, and he simply gave me the stink eye. "The binding spell is a truly ancient one, and imbued with dark magic. The magic from that massacre site has fused with these spells binding this orb over time. It's really strong. So a couple of minutes won't undo all of that… but we can try." Thorne said and closed his eyes. He chanted in a whisper, and we watched as the orb began to crack.

Not green, but blazing with his own will. “Get,” he snarled, teeth clenched, “OUT OF MY HEAD!” He pushed with all he had and not his body, but his spirit. The cord snapped. The spectre screamed, shocked and furious, it flailed, untied, losing shape. The journal burst with light, its silver scars blazed like a small sun. A beam of pure silver shot out, wrapping the spectre. It fought and shrieked, but was pulled to the book. With a final bright flash that blinded them, it vanished.

The room became a sanctum of transformation, where the boundaries between the mystical and the tangible blurred. The onlookers, including Alpha Jake, Mara, and Elvie's family, watched with bated breath as the spell unfolded. Each word of the incantation seemed to resonate with a promise of liberation, a pledge to restore Elvie to the embrace of her true identity. As the final words left Morgana's lips, a surge of energy erupted, casting a luminous aura around Elvie. The room echoed with the reverberations of a spell fulfilled, a melody of magic that heralded the breaking of invisible chains.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” “Do not stop,” Ria warned immediately. The runes across the restraints burst brighter. Heat exploded through my chest while my wolf snarled hard beneath my skin. That strange flicker answered instantly too, twisting together with her until I honestly could not tell where one ended anymore. The prison shook suddenly. Dust fell from the ceiling. “What the hell is happening?” I gasped. “The spell is working.” “No shit!” The torches flickered wildly now. Somewhere deep beneath Blood Carticons, something groaned loudly enough to vibrate through the floor.

"Looks like a journal… or a grimoire." "Whose?" "Someone named Synx." Icarus frowned. "That name isn’t unfamiliar to me…" "Look at this," I pointed to a passage where the handwriting grew firmer, as if the author wanted to ensure no one would skip it: ‘The first bond blessed by the moon was not an accident, nor a gift from the gods. It was a spell. Created by me.’ We fell silent for a moment. I felt my heart hammering in my chest. "A spell?" Icarus whispered, his eyes fixed on the page. "Then all this… is older than it seems."

She’s already shared a moment with Beau that I have endlessly dreamed about having with Caius. This isn’t the kind of support she needs right now, though. So instead I join her on the floor, leaning against the mattress while our shoulders gently touch. A single, thin strip of lights hangs along the ceiling. It’s prominent yet elegant, a perfect parallel to the immortal who owns it. “I should have been able to push him away,” Rebecca says darkly. “All I agreed to was giving my blood.” “Don’t be too hard on yourself, Rebecca.” “It’s like I couldn’t think,” she whispers and her voice becomes distant. “One minute the body of my former best friend was approaching me, and the next minute I was wh

Alone with the book. Its leather cover was warm under her fingertips, the glowing runes pulsing faintly as if sensing her presence. She ran her fingers over them before carefully opening it, her eyes scanning the first few pages. Ancient script covered the parchment, some of it in a language she could barely understand. But as she turned another page, the letters shifted, rearranging themselves into something readable. The sanctuary’s magic at work. "The Bloodbond is sacred, formed in the presence of the divine. It may lie dormant for years, hidden beneath the surface of the soul, until awakened by fate’s hand. But where one bond is strong, another may yet linger, its roots entwined with for

********** 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.