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Her eyes went wide as she thought, "How the f*ck is this possible?" She closed her eyes for a moment and then passed a glance at Skyla's right hand again but the scene was still the same. The she-lycan's gaze was shaken on noticing a bracelet around Skyla's wrist. It wasn't an ordinary bracelet and the she-lycan huffed, "Isn't that the Great Lycan's bracelet?" She rolled her eyes above from the bracelet to Skyla's face and said, thunderstruck, "How can a sl*t like her have HIS bracelet?"

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

With a shared glance, Zilver and Eskaal charged forward, their silver blades cutting through the night air with a haunting sound. The clash of steel against fangs and claws echoed through the graveyard. Zilver and Eskaal moved with uncanny precision and strength, their silver swords glinting in the moonlight. The vampiric army was so confident, now reeled from the painful burns inflicted by the enchanted silver.

It is obvious to me that they share a deep connection with each other. Avizandria rumbles a purr response to whatever Azraelyrs said to her, yet the purr rattles my bones with a wave of power. I stare as Azraelyrs's hand moves along her cheek, his fingers caressing the scales there. The scales there are looking iridescent up close, not just red, but also threaded with streaks of gold and black. There are battle scars carved across her neck and shoulders. Healed but proud and not hidden.

I'm ready," Clara told him. Skyler took her hand and led her to the altar where Cressida was standing and made her stand in front of a table, covered in white tablecloths, two golden goblets, a plain bowl and a knife were placed on top of it. The goblets feature four regal wolve's heads adorning the cup on a red background, the medieval motif detailing carried metallic shades and green gems embedded into the cups stem. Clara didn't find it as strange as she found it the first time. Right now she admired the beauty of the goblet and the craft.

Derick closed his sentence with a chuckle. "Ah. All right then." Leona nodded – completely understanding the meaning of the series of sentences that Derick said without the slightest fear. "Derick? Are you still afraid to come into contact with silver objects, like the metal you used to bind my hands?" "None of your business, Argent! Shut up. Don't talk too much." Leona laughed amused at Derick's answer. Without needing to be explained in any way, he already knew, the Argents still had the same weaknesses as other vampires. They cannot come into direct contact with silver objects.

"Where are the other women?" Once, Stanley's father had a harem of slaves and tributes filled with the finest women he could get his disgusting hands on. Those who hadn't faded over the years, hadn't escaped, or been killed by the former king."There are none. Men, women, or otherwise." He took a step closer to her, and Scar tensed but didn't move away. "You're the only one." Scar stared at him, her pink lips pressed into a firm line. Her bright green eyes were narrowed in thought as she regarded him, and then her scowl deepened and she looked away, down at the twisting trees and the arrangement of rope bridges, platforms, and makeshift treehouses below.

Ziska scurried across the walkway toward Nyxios's chambers, the numerous bangles on her wrists jingling with each hurried step. The grey-scaled Scalekin servant moved with surprising agility despite her characteristic waddle, her amber eyes darting to catalog every detail she passed. She barely stood four feet tall. As she approached her destination, she adjusted the small pouch at her hip where, among other necessities, she kept her secret collection of marbles hidden safely away from prying eyes.

Her hair was streaked with red and green, and her make-up in the corners of her face also resembled scales, but not as delicate as those of a mermaid, but rather more similar to those of a dragon. Her clothes were just as spectacular: as she wore a scaled bodice, which perfectly encircled her breasts, forming a slightly distorted heart. These scales also stuck out from the side and left her belly exposed. She wore some kind of tight skirt, which reached only halfway down her thighs. The scales, added to it, stuck together and moved perfectly with each step she took. I noticed further that there were chains going down the inside of the skirt, which also appeared to form scales. I saw three.

“Girls. Let's make Mrs. Silver the most beautiful woman for her wedding.” I watched in horror as my eyes fell on a pair of gleaming scissors lying beside the big boxes of makeup kits on the table. And before I could scream for help, the five of them dashed towards me with occupied arms and a huge smile on their faces. ***** “Do you like it, Mrs Silver?” I was still panting, chest still heaving as I nodded vigorously. “Is something wrong?” Michelle asked, her face scrunched with worry as she immediately dashed to my rescue, checking my temperature for any possible means of fever or something.