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It sounded like a plea, but my mercy was taken away the moment he didn’t take the chance to save his life, right when I am still being nice. “Too late. I already casted a strong spell that prevents the people from hearing a word from you.” My blue irises shined intensely with so much wrath. “Spinam,” I called out, and sharp and stinging thorns started to grow from his body, ripping his skin, making him scream even if it is impossible for him to do so. I can hear the people’s gasps, and my ears didn’t miss those silent cries. “Prodigium,” I summoned, and the monsters I myself created appeared behind me. “Ignis,” I uttered next, and a canopy of black fire started to crawl over his body.

"When I say so, everyone needs to dribble some blood on the ground. I don't care how you do it, but it needs to hit the pavement." Snarls, some a little more animalistic than human, sounded. I began the long sequence of the Ancestor's Storm spell. As soon as the last syllable fell from my lips, I yelled, "NOW!" I launched immediately into Conjuration of Soul Draining. The reversal of magic from the crazy lady wearing Ferria rocked through our group like we'd been hit by a tidal wave. I held onto Kiema as if all our lives depended on it. They did. They really fucking did.

I thought that, once they have spells, they could easily use them but upon hearing from him that they have a limit to their mana, I can’t imagine them being powerless even though they have a lot of spells in their book. However, this is not the right time to be calm because every time I hear his opinion, there are a lot of possibilities coming to my mind especially since wizards are also one of the culprits why my sister is missing. If Vampire and Wizards are the explanation for my sister’s disappearance then it’s a mess. “This is a mess. A big mess,” I mumbled and closed my eyes trying to process everything. “All I want is to bring back my sister but why do I have to go through with this me

Yesterday had gone well, but there’d been a moment where it was touch and go and my blood runs cold every time I think about what could have happened if I lost control and the mages got their powers back. “What’s wrong?” Soren finally asks with a small frown. I’ve been pacing like a caged tiger and he’s been very patiently trying to ignore me while attempting to read. Hilda found the book in the huge library Arlo’s pack has tucked away in an underground fortress and tasked him with checking whether it contains anything useful. Apparently we’re not the first werewolves to have a run-in with mages. The book is titled: Illusions and How to Dispel them. So far it hasn’t offered up anything of pr

My hands tingled as I summoned a small flame, watching it flicker and dance in my palm. It was easier now, less of a struggle. I could feel the control growing within me, a steady presence that I was beginning to trust. “Alright,” I murmured to myself, extinguishing the flame. “Time to try something new.” I flipped through one of the books, stopping at a spell that promised protection. The incantation was long, the instructions detailed, but I was determined. If this worked, it could be the key to safeguarding the pack. The first few attempts were... messy. The spell required a careful balance of elements—fire, water, earth, and air—all working in harmony. My first attempt resulted in a clou

Seraphina recruited Bethel and with Helga, the three of them spent the remainder of the day studying various protection spells and trying to combine them across the 3 magic types. Every time they thought they had a breakthrough, the spell failed to hold. Manipulating the 3 magics had taken it’s toll on the Dhampirs, they had gone through 7 decanters of blood just that afternoon. Seraphina’s usual glowing olive skin was now dull and greying, she had large bags under her eyes and her arms were covered in raised, red lacerations that were struggling to heal.

“Amazing… Show what you got, my dear sister. Let Thana come out, and we will reunite and meet our father.” Lilith gets the bottle in her pocket with a red liquid on it. She drops the small amount on her wrist and raised it to the air. The distinct smell of blood is fragrance in her senses. It’s like a beautiful perfume that brings a wonderful feeling in her nostril. She couldn’t understand how it happens. She drinks the red liquid spell that her mother made but then she stills thirsty in blood. Is the power of the spell has lost its magic? She covers her nose to avoid the fragrance of blood that calling her to taste it.

“What?” “How about I write a book on Lativia and the characteristics of a mage wolf and mages in general? Most of the books about mages have been destroyed and also hardly anyone knows about a wolf mage except that a wolf mage is a vile creature,” I said, breathless and giddy. As I spoke my thoughts aloud, the idea seemed good and achievable. Clyde smiled. “Sounds like you are going to write a series.” I laughed at that not because it sounded ridiculous but the fact that he was right. He is always in sync with my thoughts and this is not even due to our mate bond.

KIND HERBALISTS AND HELPFUL WEREWOLVES ARE GONE. Elizabeth and Anais formed a pact-to make humans suffer forever.

The power to be a slave. "It seems very exaggerated. How is that going? What do you mean?" His eyebrows furrowed and paused for a while. "I don't know? This might be a result of reading books." I said and he nodded twice, paying attention to every detail I said. "Darling, in the English language, can you spell the 5th longest wor⁠—" I interrupted him. I closed my eyes, jumbled letters began to flow like specks of pixie dust forming a word. It's like magic but It's not fantasy. It is sensory, a thought experiment. It is science.