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"And if you don’t leave right now, you’ll see just how fast I can make this place flood with werewolves. You might be tough, but you can’t take on hundreds. Try me." Nathan gave a mock bow. "I’ll be waiting for your answer, sweetie," he winked before turning on his heel and leaving. Penny turned to me, still fuming. "I’m dying to know what that was about. But first—tell me about that plan or yours. I need to know you and my niece or nephew are going to be safe." I took a deep breath. "Fine. But my plan depends on your answer. Is there an underground basement at the castle? One only a few people know about?"

Clarissa exclaimed, while looking worried. Toru calmly drank his coffee before he spoke again. "Then, let them believe that we already have a relationship." he answered, while grinning from ear to ear. "W-What? Are you out of your mind? Aren't you even worried about your career? Aren't you afraid of getting involved in a scandal just because of a total misunderstanding?" Clarissa unbelievably asks him. "I'm used to scandals like that. I've been paired up by the media several times with different women who have been my co -workers. And besides, don't you want to prove to them that you're now moving on with your life without Edward?" Toru calmly responded.

It's not like there seems to be a curse attached to my life just because I understand the words of necromancers. "B-but, that's only a myth...right? It's not real." I want her to say yes, because I feel like I can't get out of this feeling if it gets any worse. I saw that Elijah felt guilty and worried because of my expression. "I'm sorry, Ales. It's just a myth and has never been proven. Death in Wysteria is a very rare case and we have not encountered someone who's able to talk with necromancers. The legend assumed it's terrible luck to talk to these creatures ," he explained to me. "Don't mind it, Ales. If it's indeed real, I am here to protect you and I won't let you die—"

Ever since his father and the De Laton Duke had agreed to have Kyra and Damien engaged, he had been having a bad feeling. Meanwhile, "he" had called for Damien to give him further instructions on what to do. The time for the De Leta child to be sacrificed was drawing nearer and there was someone trying to interfere with their plans. Some spies had been following the guild they had been using as a cover and they could not catch any of them. None of their plans had been found out but the flies were being quite persistent and it was becoming annoying. Their plans had to succeed and the brat would be a very small price to pay, although her worth was more than she deserved. There was a rapt at th

Amongst the tests given were; fighting combat, which Hymas excelled at, they were give the opportunity to rule Transylvania for a year, which my dad did best, Transylvanians loved him because he was very friendly, and the last tournament was to go into the New world, observe and study the environment for 4years, and bring the report back to the overlord Everyone had gone their separate ways, into the New world, there my dad met a Mortal being, a dweller of Earth Realm, her name was Katherine, their bond had grew stronger together, she showed my dad many places, they shared their secrets with each other, dad's own was that he was a vampire, and he was sent to the New world for a test, while

At first, I thought she was timid and would probably get her petite self eaten in that classroom full of hungry sharks, but she proved herself and she proved me wrong. "Before I begin, I'd like to ask a question. Debby, when you hear the tale of Dordin, what do you think of?" Oh, no! She didn't. "Um, Tyler Durden?" The class burst into laughter. "What's that?" Mrs. Grassroots asked, amusement twinkling in her eyes. "It's not a what, it's a who." I corrected, not having any of their ignorance. "Boooooooo," "You maggots seriously haven't seen the narrator movie or Pursuit of Happiness, even Fight Club 3?" I asked, surprised at their lack of ‘knowledge’.

“I know that too.” “It’s not something you can ignore.” Her patience snapped slightly. “Kael.” Her voice was sharper now. More dangerous. “Stop telling me things I already know.” A beat passed. Then another. And finally… He spoke. “There are stories,” he said. Arin stilled. “What kind of stories?” “Old ones,” he replied. “Older than the kingdoms that exist now. Older than the wars we fight.” Her pulse quickened. “That doesn’t explain anything.”

Malorie said as she kept on looking at me doubtfully. “I started to draw a new story where you are an adventurer, her people who saw her growing up have been tormented by the curse of an old sorcerer, Kaleida the warrior set off with her friends to save the world.” While I was telling the small summary, I did an odd one-hand movement to give it a little more theatricality. Confused, she said, “Wait. That’s why the guys at the gym called me that. I didn’t understand anything.” “Come” I said and took her to my desk. Guide her to the room I usually work in. Upon entering, I turned on the light. For a moment, I could see the surprise in her eyes.

Trick said cheerfully while Jericho patted Ty's back, obvious relief on his face. Ty rolled his eyes at his friends, "Of course, I'm okay. But we have a new problem. It's the New Catholics." Rose looked up at him in surprise, "What? What is it? Did the attack finally get leaked to the media?" "No. Nothing about the attack was on the news," Ty said, "They announced their annual fighting tournament, instead. The way it was shown, it was as if the attack never happened, and they were just operating as usual."

They were a passing thing. Yanta looked at the notices that were hanged on the notice board. The notices read: “Darrish Drinkwell, our greatest storyteller, is returning to scene with a second tome of his Tales Untold. The Hartin and Dartin Company are planning to publish a legend book. We will ask Drinkwell to write one more, if he accepts, well, you know the rest. Plan in advance, good folk; this is an opportunity unlike any other. You won’t cheaper copies that ours.