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A dozen or more Na’Himara lay sprawled on the lawn, their white robes stained with red, or charred with blackened splotches, or both. Randey hesitated only a moment. With a cry he yanked his Khortaal from its sheath and kicked his mount forward. Keyla, accompanied by Jeylin and Leyna, raced forward as well, their horses’ hooves kicking up soil and grass. The Elves had already drawn their bows, and as they charged they sent arrows into Goblins and Mages alike. There was a general battle cry from the twenty Knights with them as they too charged into the fray.

This change of events did not go unnoticed by the time everyone realised 6 Elves were dead and Eloise was already exchanging blows with her seventh. The fighting stopped, and both sides regrouped. Elosie did not care about any of this as her sharp teeth bit through an Elf lady's throat. She launched herself in the crowd of regrouped Elves and was quickly surrounded. The elves could barely see the fast moving Eloise, much less catch her, another two elves died. A dozen meter wide bolt of lightning causes the encirclement to break. The lighting bolt turned into Twinkle, who quickly swallowed up the slowest of the escaping elves.

I hiss inwardly, looking around until I find a flag, which I grab and then move forward so I can wrap it around Serenity, who lets out a shocked gasp while Rosco watches on. “At least someone has some sense of urgency.” He huffs, and I realize that he’s referring to me. “Make sure you clean her completely before allowing her to fight.” Nodding, I continue with what I’m doing while my eyes trail forward to find the enemy just in the horizon, but to my surprise it isn’t wolves that we are dealing with. Instead, they are humans clad in black cloaks, and when they lift boulders from the ground and hurl them at New Moon’s packhouse, I realize that they are earth mages.

I said, “I’m not here to see Elise. I’m not here for vengeance. I came because we’re being hunted.” Eden’s eyes narrowed. “You expect me to believe that?” “No,” I said honestly. “But I’ll say it anyway.” He moved around the table slowly “So speak.” I exhaled. “We were attacked. Not raided. Attacked. It was strategic, coordinated. It was ,asked warriors wearing the Thirteenth Claw sigils. They used dark magic. We lost a lot of good wolves. They knew our wards. They knew where to hit.” Eden’s jaw tensed.

The dark creatures, unable to stop and surprised, stumbled upon the other. Another rainfall of arrows confused them more, and I knew that Stella´s strategy was working. Soon, some gargoyle-looking demons started attacking the elf archers. I saw King Aelfred taking out his sword, killing one of the creatures, and getting his shiny silver armor covered in black goo. The archers were taking down the flying demons and protecting themselves instead of covering the front, so the inevitable happened.

I would say I hate them but hate is such a strong word,I don't hate them I really do despise their character. After doing some digging and knowing who was behind the attack,I decided it's time for me to rise up from the ashes.That was the final straw, because I vowed to myself I'll be back not only to avenge my parents death but also to make them pay,I mean choices do have consequences right? And with that I decided to disguise myself.My real name is Isabella Rosa Morrone,grey eyes and pale skin.After everything I was no longer Isabella,I was Marie Morrone named myself after my mother.

"Can you do something right for once, Clover Hon?" While she was scrambling to get the stained coat for a quick escape, her face twitched in pain as she accidentally hit the headliner. Her cuffed hands were hindering her movement. She didn't want to be arrested for breaking into other people's vehicles, nor did she want to be caught by the men in black. She was in a blue funk. The moment she reached out to push open the door, Kyle was already standing outside, waving goodbye to his fans. Clover slid to the other side. The men were still there—where and when did they reappear?

Footsteps approaching. “There she is!” someone shouted. Elora lowered the books she was carrying to her chest, so she could see ahead, and Elora found a group of strangers dressed in all black. “Kill her!” “Elora, run!! Remember what I said earlier!” Arthur appeared as a werewolf from behind the people. Elora’s whole body trembled until the books in her hands fell. Her legs could not move to see the battle that was now happening in front of her. Those people hurt Arthur. Blood spurted out of Arthur’s body and pooled on the floor.

It's the end for them. They won't be able to stand the sunlight. The flowers, especially the red roses, flew as the wind grew stronger. It's a complete disaster. The trees were falling down and the glasses were scattered around. Unlike the knights of the empire, the shadow hunters could stand the heavy aura. They responded quickly as Elliot gave them the opportunity to attack by weakening the vampire's strength. But before they could get any nearer, a group of unidentified troops surrounded the garden. They attacked the empire's knights and hunters, and now they don't have any choice but to fight back.

Elms, limping toward the exit, clutching her chest. “Come on!” Stella cried, ducking under the woman’s arm. “I can’t—my hip—” “You don’t have to.” Together, they stumbled down the hall as warriors shouted commands around them. At the stairwell, a shadow moved fast—too fast. A figure emerged, cloaked in black, claws gleaming. “Get down!” someone barked. Joseph. He tackled the intruder mid-air, teeth bared, fists flying. Blood sprayed the wall—his.