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The sound of his agony was deafening as the sorcerer continued his slow, merciless gesture—draining him. I stared, heart thudding violently in my chest. The truth hit me in one horrifying flash—the dark sorcerer was taking his magic back, reclaiming every ounce of power he’d lent this traitor. The Chief Elder writhed, choked, and crumbled to his knees, his strength—and his arrogance—crumbling with him. I felt my claws sharpen at my sides, rage rippling through every nerve in my body. Now. This was my chance.

The sorcerer unleashed his most powerful spells, each one more devastating than the last, but we stood firm against the onslaught. With a mighty roar, King Edward charged towards the sorcerer, his sword held high as he called upon all his courage and strength. I unleashed a barrage of enchanted arrows, each one finding its mark amidst the enemy ranks. Together, we fought with an unbreakable determination, pushing back the dark forces that sought to overwhelm us. The sorcerer's face contorted with rage as he realized that victory was slipping from his grasp. With a final burst of dark energy, he unleashed a cataclysmic spell that tore through the battlefield, shaking the very foundations of t

Kref, cut his hand again. Steaming thick blood dripped into the snow and the sorcerer began to read the waste plot. The apprentice threw off the casing, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, put his wrists under the mentor's knife. Three restless souls cannot be expelled with little blood. They will cling to the world of the living to the last. And if a weak Gift is in a sorcerer, then they will drink strength from him.

Each one fated to a mate that will strengthen them. I guess that’s why I sent Chakor to slip Hunji the potion. Just because Ashe didn’t agree with him finding his own happiness, it didn’t mean I didn’t. He could only become stronger than he already is. I walked back to the great hall and knelt before the statue of the moon goddess. Closing my eyes, I began to mutter a prayer to her, hoping no matter where she was, she would hear me and grant me what I asked.

"How can you only get a score of zero, Kirey? Fortunately, Mr. Dani corrected his words earlier. If everything is repeated, I'm sure you will receive another curse!" I looked at Harry who was driving after their class ended 15 minutes ago. Mr. Dani, our general course lecturer, shared the results of our exams. And guess what? I got rank one from the bottom. Harry immediately pulled me out of the classroom before much of the cursing I heard from them. And all I'm doing right now is staring at Harry disinterestedly, and not knowing him. I still had time to ask Harry for some more candy. "It's not that I don't want to answer that question!" I finally started to speak up. At least I have to defe

Relieved that I had found a solution, I left the cluster and made my way to the castle, making my pray for the papyrus to remain gluing to its place. Much later, I have come a long way, and I do not hide that I am tired. Like a dragon, I may have the power of a hundred men, maybe more, but in human form, I am alone. The power of a man is all I have—my own strength as a Drake-man. I am at the finish line to reach the castle. I see it in front of me, but the dirt road slopes up, and the weight I carry, It feels like doubled weight since when I first caught it, I held it in my hands. But I will succeed. I do not give up easily. The sun is heating me without mercy, and all the effort is making m

DAISY'S POV The white light around me grew stronger and stronger. I felt my baby's power flowing through my whole body like warm honey. The dark sorcerers outside were backing away from the pack house. Their evil magic couldn't touch us anymore. "Impossible!" the lead sorcerer screamed. "The child should belong to us!" But my baby's light was too strong. It pushed against their darkness until they had no choice but to retreat into the forest. I watched from my window as all twenty dark figures disappeared into the night.

Like an invisible rope tied to my chest, it jerked with raw force, dragging my thoughts further toward Leo’s presence. The room seemed to spin, and for a moment, I lost control. The chains rattled, and I nearly collapsed under the weight of the pain coursing through my body. The world narrowed to a pinpoint, my heart racing so hard it threatened to tear free from my ribs. And then— A violent jolt of energy—white hot and pure—spun through me. The sorcerer’s spell hit a wall. A barrier I couldn’t see but felt with every ounce of my being.

His father approached slowly, extending his hand to help him up. “You still have a long way to go,” he said, with a rare glint of approval in his eyes. “But you are on the right path. Remember, Paul strength does not come from revenge, but from overcoming.” After the grueling physical training, Paul knew he needed something more to strengthen himself. He needed knowledge, skills that went beyond mere physical combat. His next destination was the pack's sorcerer's cabin, a place shrouded in mystery and power. The small cabin was deep in the forest, a place few dared to visit. As he walked, he felt the presence of ancient magic in the air, a palpable energy that seemed to whisper in his ear, c

Together, they carved a path through the sorcerer's forces, their movements fluid and precise, their hearts beating as one. But amidst the chaos of battle, a figure emerged from the shadows – the sorcerer himself, his eyes gleaming with malice as he unleashed a barrage of dark magic upon the battlefield. With each spell he cast, the ground trembled beneath their feet, the very air crackling with energy. With a cry of defiance, Kate charged forward, her sword raised high as she faced off against the sorcerer. "You will not win," she shouted, her voice filled with determination. "We will not let you destroy everything we hold dear."