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Axel could see the fire light up her eyes. “I can do it." She whispered, her lips trembling. “I'm going to say my vows in front of everyone, including them. But I want you to get rid of them immediately after the wedding. I do not want to set my eyes on them ever again.” There was a gentle cough on stage, and the presiding minister leaned towards Axel. "Shall we begin, Mr. Lysander?”

Nothing that recalled three months of quiet dinners and stolen glances, there was nothing like the boy who used to escort me to my dorm and tell me about the future. “On my future as Luna-elect of the Crescent Moon Clan.” My mouth dried out. Before I knew why, my hands clenched into fists by my sides. “I officially reject Sylvia Fenris as my chosen mate,” he said to the whole academy, to the wind itself that would carry it to every pack in the territory. "She isn't good enough to stand next to me." The crowd gasped.

He expected Oz to cast a love spell of some sort. " You fool. It isn't just any ring. This is the ring of the ancient Roman queen, Archuletta. It is the ring of no sin. A ring that will make her forever yours, even against her will.", Oz said proudly. "It looks cheap. But the question is, will she love me?", Gregory asked. "Do you think you will love her the same if she is madly in love with you? If she chased behind you like all the other?" Oz asked.

Three. I unleash the ball of enchantment, throwing it at Map book with everything I have. This portion continuously makes me nervous—the thought of inadvertently harming him is more frightening than anything else my newly-discovered enchantment might do—but, as continuously, there’s no require to stress. Indeed if hitting him with a circle of light enchantment would be something the lying ass merits. The other understudies don’t call him the best at the Foundation for nothing. Chart book, who has been active summoning his possess whirling circle of dull enchantment, throws it at me some time recently mine can interface with his chest. The twin enchantment balls collide in the discuss between

“You are now tied to the wearer of this crystal. You must obey the one who summoned you. Me. Until I die, you will never return to our world." A combination of relief and dread flooded over me. I hoped he fell for it. Asmodeus' lips curled up into a sneer. “You have yourself a deal,” he grunted. I then began the banishing spell. It was time to send this pendejo back where he had come from. As Asmodeus's form began to shift and distort, the air around us crackled with dark energy. My heart raced in my chest as I focused on completing the banishing ritual.

I looked up, who would be trying to enchant me? “You’ll need to do a cleansing spell on yourself and then a protection spell that will block the enchantments. The cleansing spell is easy, you’ll need alteratives to cleanse your blood and lymph to enable them to rid your body tissue of toxins that the enchantments could have left.” What the hell was alteratives?

With precision and practice, the enchantments couldn't be practiced and the spells couldn't be casted. A wave of relief washed over me, realizing that the Book of Enchantments was no longer in Balthazar's sinister grasp. As I pondered the dark spells within its pages, a chilling certainty settled in – Balthazar had undoubtedly harbored malevolent intentions, poised to unleash the destructive might of the enchanted arsenal. I couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility, a duty to ensure that the book wouldn't fall into the wrong hands again. The irony struck me—my theft had inadvertently prevented Balthazar from executing his nefarious plans.

For a moment, I saw something vulnerable in his eyes. “My name is Elias Zarvan, owner of the Zarvan Empire… and yes, I’m your father,” he said softly. “I lost you, but I’m glad to have found you, Astrid. I will explain everything… but in due time. Right now, you need to rest and recover. Your body and mind have been through too much.” Arman stepped forward immediately, his handsome face tight with frustration. “Father, you can’t be serious. There’s no reason to wait—she deserves the truth.”

These were more than enough if I wanted them to pay. “I would be fine” I said, grabbing the things off the table as taking them to the bowl. "Two can play it this way…” “Anya, are you ready?” I heard Ethan’s voice as he knocked on the door. I froze. He might not have a clue as to what was going on, but I still did not want to risk it. “Anya, seriously…” I heard his footsteps climbing up the stairs. I panicked, using a veiling spell so he did not see what I was doing. “What are you doing?” he said, standing at the door. He came just in time as the mix disappeared.

The time for the full moon ritual was drawing near, and Dante's focus was unyielding. Isabella, known as the Enchantress, exuded an aura of mystique. Her eyes glimmered with an otherworldly light as she chanted ancient incantations, weaving intricate spells that danced around the room. The air shimmered with illusions, distorting the perception of reality and ensnaring the senses. Alistair, the Elemental, stood tall and composed, his presence radiating an elemental force. He harnessed the power of fire, water, earth, and air, each element at his command. Flames flickered at his fingertips, water swirled around him, the earth beneath his feet trembled, and gusts of wind swirled around the cha