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I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

I inform Death. “That’s unfortunate but completely fixable. Let me see the crystal ball.” Death extends his boney hands out, and I hand him the crystal ball. Death examines it looking it over in his palms. I hold my breath, hoping that Death holds the answers I desperately seek. “Definitely an easy fix. While the crystal ball is designed to not release the spirits but to drain them of spiritual energy. However, Sebastian is a hybrid and not a full spirit. You can pull him out, pulling on your soulmate bond and using your necromancy skills. It’s not quite like bringing back someone from the dead, but the concept of skill is similar.” Death informs me as he hands the crystal back to me.

A sweet looking girl walks up to us and extends her hands for a handshake. What did Bryne do! I raise my brows in askance and he looks away. "We're sorry for cancelling yesterday, the weather wasn't favourable, welcome. Follow me please" She walks in front of us leading the way. "Mrs Stewart, really?" I won't deny that I love the name, I love that he's seeing a future in us. "Yeah, aren't we more than lovers" he shrugs Yes we are, we're everything more than lovers, we're soulmates, we're specially sculpted for each other.

A few tattoos that weren’t there before marked his extremely toned body. “Didn’t you enjoy that punk inside you just now? Know what, ‘Miss Piper’, I’m going to enjoy you as well.” “I…” I couldn’t admit who I was to Syl. “You must have made a mistake. I’m Piper Taylor, and I don’t know you.” “That’s fine, Miss Piper. I will enjoy you like how he just did.” I was already sore from Jasper’s rough treatment earlier, but I nodded. “Sir, I hope you can come by more often. You are a member here, and you have access to these benefits.”

, She mumble "What did you just say to me?!!", Anthony boomed in fury. How dare she bring his sister into thi She opened her mouth to give him a reply, but she exited her mouth her mouth was not what she was expectin As she opened her to reply him, she felt funny, and suddenly, a surge of fluid emitted from her system like larva leaving a volcano, and she threw up on Anthony. Before long, Anthony was completely drenched in vomit

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

The echoes of distant howls and the clash of weapons reverberated through the air, signaling the escalation of hostilities that tore at the fabric of the supernatural realms. Seraphina, with Adrian's note clutched tightly in her hand, stood on the threshold of the birthing sanctuary. The invincible threads, though resilient, seemed to vibrate with the tremors of conflict that echoed from afar. The birthing sanctuary, once a sanctuary of dreams, now faced the harsh reality of a world torn asunder.

The morning air was cold and clear, the light catching on the silver thread of her hair like spun moonlight. Kael drew a line in the earth with a bone-handled blade. “This is the Spiral Rite. One of the oldest,” he said. “It doesn’t grant power. It *reminds* you of what’s already yours.” He handed her the blade. “You must carve the path yourself. Walk it. Speak only when the land speaks first.” Ember knelt, blade in hand, and drew the spiral into the dirt — slow, steady, without knowing exactly why it felt right.

No matter what I do Wesely will reject me? Emerald whimpered. That’s all I can see. Before he mated you, he was going to reject you like in the first vision. It seems my appearance and warning only bought you time. I thought coming earlier would save you the pain and make Wesely come around. But I see that I was wrong. I smile with tears in my eyes. You did your best. But I’m going to have to take this future into my own hands. Can you trust me? Of course. Emerald replied. The goddess paired me with you for a reason. You’re special.

Strength wasn’t just about power; it was about trust, about connection—and right now, she needed both more than ever. Outside, the sky darkened further, and the wind carried with it whispers that seemed to echo from the depths below. The earth beneath the temple pulsed rhythmically, like a heart beating in a long-forgotten tomb. It was a presence that felt ancient and terrible, patient and inevitable. Selena closed her eyes and reached inward, feeling the Spiral’s pulse respond to hers—steady, unified, but laced with a warning. Whatever had been unleashed was not just a force of destruction; it was a reckoning, a force that sought not only to destroy but to remake. The Spiral within her was