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“You want to bring back the hybrids! The very reason why our world were in turmoil! You plan to spawn evil!” “What the hell are you talking about?” Erick snapped at her. “None of what you’ve spoken is true and I can guarantee it. You have no proof except for your baseless assumptions!” “So you’re a part of this too! The entire Dark Council is corrupted!” Mauve threw her hands up in the air and dark light began to form around them. The men surrounding her, all mages that were lesser known part of her coven, began to chant a spell in their language.

In the distance, the university was still in a state of chaos, but the professors and students seemed to be getting the situation under control. However, inside her, the storm was just beginning. Who is Ilyana really? Why does she want me? And... am I really part of all this? Raven looked down at the pendant in her hand. A faint blue lustre still covered its surface, as if responding to her anxiety. Professor Valtorius touched her shoulder gently. "Raven." She turned her head, her eyes full of confusion. "What just happened? Who is Ilyana?" Professor Valtorius let out a long breath, his expression burdened. "Ilyana is one of the dark witches of the Ordo Maledictum-a group with ambitions to c

“Dragon, remember? I’m not a human that turns into a dragon. I’m a dragon that turns into a human. I’m always the dragon, so my senses are always heightened. When you were unconscious, I smelled you to see what had happened to you. I smelled the poison in your system, got the scent of the ones that did that to you so I can kill them and found the scent of your family member. I didn’t know it was your brother, but I could tell from the scent of the meadow that the person was related.” There was a lot to unpack in that diatribe, but what stood out to me most is what came out of my mouth. “You’re going to kill the ones that imprisoned me? Why?” He steps away from me, running his hand through hi

I tried my best to survey him without looking directly into his eyes like Paul had warned me about. I gathered in my quick survey that he had black hair, streaked with grey and his eyes were a light shade of brown. He wore a pristine black suit with well-polished shoes. I know because he currently had a collared girl cleaning them for him. He wore no crown but it wouldn't take a genius to realise who he is and what sort of authority he has. Paul greets them all. "King Matthias. Prince Francis. Luther. Richard." Paul says Richard's name with apparent dislike.

The amused glint in his gaze had been replaced with something colder, sharper, and unmistakable air of authority. “And what would that be?” Alicia’s tone was cautious now, her earlier defiance tempered by the charged atmosphere. Father leaned forward, his hands resting on the table, fingers steepled. He spoke with deliberate calm, his voice carrying a weight that stilled even the faintest of murmurs. “The dark magic lingering in our realm.”

"We must put an end to this definitively." Eva nodded, her eyes full of strong determination. "We have made too much progress to give up now, Xander." The eyes of the figure emitted a sinister glow as it moved forward, surrounded by a crackling aura of ominous energy. "You are simply tiny creatures in my magnificent plan," it whispered, its voice bouncing off the walls of the chamber. "You will face the burden of my authority and be overwhelmed." Xander lifted up his sword, the gleam inside it reacting to the shadows. "We won't allow it to happen."

Thana's chamber was a dark, cold place, a realm where shadows writhed and whispered with secrets only she could understand. The air was thick with a sense of foreboding, and the walls seemed to pulse with an eerie, otherworldly energy. In the center of the chamber stood Thana herself, the queen of darkness, draped in a cloak of shadows that moved like living tendrils around her. Her eyes, two glowing orbs of malevolent power, stared unblinkingly at the figure kneeling before her—Lord Draven.

“Yes.” A strange laugh escapes me. It is small. Bitter. “That is cruel.” “It is necessary.” I open my eyes. “Tell me the whole truth,” I demand. “No fragments. No measured words. If I accept the Third Authority, what happens?” Death answers without hesitation. “You become the final stabilizing force.” “Above him?” I glance at Kieran. “Yes.” “Above the newborn god?” “Yes.” “And if they oppose me?” “You override them.” Kieran stiffens. “Would you give her the power to override me?”

A horrifying, multi-layered screech echoed through the vacuum as dark matter bled from the sky. But the Architect was vast. Millions more eyes opened, glowing with a toxic, blinding purple fury. "YOU MERELY DELAY THE INEVITABLE, WARDEN," the Architect’s voice ground against our skulls. "YOUR MORTAL MATE IS ALREADY BURNING OUT. HE HAS NO FANGS HERE."

The angle made us look far more intimate than we actually were. Another picture followed, then another. Different angles, different moments. Every single one looked terrible.My heartbeat turned uneven as I scrolled down. BLACKTHORN CONFESSIONS: Guess the scholarship students have creative ways of surviving. CAMPUS TEA: Knew she was suspicious. ANONYMOUS USER: So this is how she got Professor Vale’s attention? ANOTHER USER: Adrian Laurent finally dating someone? Didn’t expect it to be her. I stopped reading immediately. My hands were shaking.