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“Evil spirit! Get out of this holy place!” Morat laughed, a sound terrible and full of pain. “Holy place? This is just stone. And I have been summoned by her blood. She is mine.” Siron was pinned between the two, torn by the screaming in her mind, by the terror in the room, and by the hot medallion burning her thigh. Priest Gideon began chanting a prayer in an ancient tongue. Golden light radiated from the walls, focusing on Morat. Morat screamed, a scream filled with agony and fury. His silhouette flared like black fire.

Spencer suddenly asked Troy. "Fifty weapons boss," Troy replied. "Make sure to get it all paid. I want you to lead them, Troy. It's a billion-peso deal so you have to be careful and you have to use electronic payment. Let's not use bank transfer first, if we can go through cryptocurrency then so be it." There was no flaw of a joke in his tone as he commanded his all-around butler. "Copy boss." No doubt Troy's answer then once nodded. Spencer immediately leaned on the backrest of his swivel chair and then closed his eyes.

The day the new Pack House was finished, my mother, Aria, the Luna, announced the room assignments. Every space in the three-story mansion was claimed. The top floor was the Alpha and Luna’s suite. The room next to it—the biggest, the most beautiful, with moonstones embedded in the walls to soothe a wolf’s soul—was for Chloe. Chloe’s father died ten years ago in the Blood Moon War. He sacrificed himself to save my brother, Jasper. After that, my family adopted her. The whole pack treated her like a hero’s orphan, protecting her at all costs. I traced the blueprints with my finger. Room by room. My name wasn't there. I asked my mother. She paused, then spoke in that gentle, matter-of-fact ton

Let's try to summon Yeomorah. I return to my true form, and begin the ancient chants. Clawed hands into the floor, horns casting a shadow down over the circle below me. I tear into a finger with my teeth and I follow the circle with my blood, knowing that will heighten my odds of him responding. "Yeomorah. Come fourth. You have something that belongs to me. I will have it back."

They caught the little fish and pushed them to move ahead of them. They rolled and Eryndor responded to them with a whistle, that all created a symphony of waves and crackling of seagull Eryndor advanced and knelt down to invoke the Lord to empower him with the power of sea waves to his troops. Eryndor's eyes closed with deep concern, his hands clasped together in reverence as he began to utter his words, passed down through generations of his troops' spiritual leaders. The air around him seemed to vibrate with lurking anticipation as if the very fabric of nature was attuning itself to his devotion.

My body ricochets back, dragging me a short distance from where I was. My body vibrates as the power burns through my body. Turning over, I rise to my knees and reach for my sword. At that moment, Lilith blinks in front of me, her face set with fury. “You traitorous bastard! I should have aborted you the moment I learned of your existence. But I’m going to rectify that problem now.” With that final exclamation, she materializes a sacred sword and aims it at my chest.

I was very shocked to find this out. “Yes. Learn about the supernatural world Ahriman you need it to win this battle.” “What battle?” “BLENHEIM” “What is that?” “You ask too many questions. Obey. Find that sword and use it” “Use it. On who?” “The sword can only be used on one person. Don't misuse the power of the great heirloom Ahriman” She started to walk away. “Don’t go. I have questions!” I screamed after her. Before I could even realise it she was already gone.

I shouted as I sprinted jumping five feet into the air lifting my sword above my head, like a holy weapon I swing bringing down my sword while in the air At him. summoned one brings out a magic deck of cards and summons out of the card a golden rope. He swings it swiftly at me grabbing unto my neck while in air.

Then finally, it’s my turn. We close our eyes, and I chant, calling forth the sceptre which can turn any mortal into a deity. It requires four deities to agree and to summon the sceptre. It’s been thousands of years since any of us have had to call it forth. But desperate times call for desperate measures. I will need all the help I can get to defeat Thypon. Above my hand, glittering dark dust begins to form a black sceptre with a larger round red crystal. Once it’s finished, I slowly raise my hand and take it. The others lower their hands and step back.

She let it drip onto the altar, ignoring the burning pain on her palm. Her voice was hoarse, but she forced it out. “Zephyr of Hades, bound by blood and broken oath, I summon thee. By the blood of kin, tear the veil and walk the path. Come to me.” The runes flickered, and the air thickened. Alexa held her breath, but nothing came. A spark of fire broke through, but fizzled out almost immediately. Her hand around the knife tightened, disbelief flashing through her eyes. He dared not refuse her call. He didn't have that power.