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and he didn't know why, but he couldn't use his magic. He was sure that these spears were the reason. "Fuck... fuck... fuck..." He turned up, to the glimpse of light. "I'm such a lame Archmage..." ---- Note: Do you want to see the visuals of this story? Follow our Ins-tagramm account: @sagastories.id. By the way, this story is available as a comic/w*****n. Just look for the same title "The Alpha's Replacement Bride" on W e b t o on app.

Lila throws her heavy head back and lets out a deafening roar that rattles the tall trees, sending a physical shockwave rolling through the dirt. Magnus snaps his head toward me, his face going completely pale as the dark red blood magic surrounding his altar shatters into tiny glowing dust under the pressure of my strange power. "What... what is this?!" he stammers, staggering back a step. I do not waste a single millisecond trying to figure out what is happening to me. I charge forward across the clearing, my heavy paws tearing up the damp earth. Two of Magnus's elite guards try to jump into my path to block me, drawing their dark iron blades. They look like small children trying to stop a

Elle shut up and did not dare to fight with Xiao Ni anymore. However, this time, Magica still wants to say something. Xiao Ni is getting impatient with her. Making no noise, Xiao Ni hit the nerve on Magica De Spell's neck. Magica, aka Meng Li Xue's assistant, becomes unconscious. '...' "Calm down, Magica de Spell is just asleep." Xiao Ni claps her hand happily and walks to her seat again. Everyone was dumbfounded. Xiao Ni blink her eyes, confused why is everyone looking at her with such a weird look?

Oh no… I think I’m… MANGGAHAN HIGH (REBECCA’S POV) MIRAJANE SNAPPED HER finger in front of me. I didn’t even realize that I was just staring blankly at nowhere. That night with Heiji was… different. “Hey, what’s wrong?” She asked. I was contemplating if I’d tell her about it or not. Surely, she’ll tease me non-stop if I tell her so… I ended up zipping my lips. “Just… just having some writer moment.”

Every scene has to feel alive—the characters, the tension, the moments that make you hold your breath. That's why I will not rush the process. I want Edith and Drake's story to unfold in a way that feels authentic, immersive, and deeply emotional—not just words on a page, but a journey you experience with them. So, when I return to Finding the Heart of Magic, it will be with my complete focus and creative energy, ensuring that every chapter is worth the wait. Stay patient, dear readers—"Finding the Heart of Magic" will be back soon! Until then, thank you for being part of this journey. I look forward to bringing Edith and Drake's story back to life for you! Much love, Mirto

Like a puppet on a rotten hinge. The second one came from the side, faster than I expected. A girl—thin, familiar. Maybe one of the support students from Diantha’s old circle. Her face was covered in dirt and scratches, her robe torn. But her fingers sparked with fractured magic, flaring off her skin like sparks from a broken fuse. I dodged. Rolled. Threw a blade—not one of the enchanted ones, just silvered steel. It embedded in her leg. She stumbled but didn’t fall.

"This is why I don't talk to children." His next attack tore the air itself. A blast of darkness erupted toward her, shredding reality as it moved. But Lira didn’t flinch. She raised both hands. Her magic—that chaotic, brilliant magic—exploded outward. Not golden. Not silver. Something older. Something forgotten. The beams collided, and time bent. The sky opened above us though we were deep beneath stone. Stars shifted. Doors opened in places where there were no walls. The air tasted of smoke and lightning.

and I turned, locked eyes with her, and let a strand of my magic spiral through the air—just enough to make her champagne turn into steaming goat’s milk. She turned purple. Mr. Yellow cackled in my purse. But here’s where things got weird… and powerful. Because I had started noticing it too. My magic was accelerating. Not gradually. Not in the charming, fairy-tale “she’s blooming” kind of way. No. I was leveling up like a warrior in an MMORPG cheat code mode. Just yesterday morning, in the castle’s private war room turned training chamber, Edric and I had our morning spar-and-magic bonding session. A thing now, apparently. I was only trying to conjure a small flame to roast a training dummy

We raised our hands high, channeling our magic into a single, concentrated beam of light aimed directly at the sorceress. "Now!" I shouted, releasing our combined magic. The beam shot forth, a brilliant arc of light that cut through the darkness like a beacon. The sorceress's eyes widened in shock as our magic struck her, and for a brief moment, the chaos around us seemed to pause. But just as victory seemed within reach, Baddy reared back, unleashing a torrent of dark energy in a desperate attempt to shield the sorceress. The collision of our magic and his darkness was catastrophic, sending shockwaves rippling through the battlefield.

The talisman’s burn in Killian’s chest had dulled to a steady, searing throb — like someone had nailed a star into his ribs. Every beat of his heart sent waves of heat crawling down his arms, bleeding into his fingers until they tingled. The shadows inside him pressed against the invisible walls the magic had thrown up, like wolves clawing to get out. The stairwell was choked with smoke from the dying Bloodforged. Somewhere up the steps, the clash of steel and shouts of the guild fighters drifted closer — but not close enough.