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Astra Barlow. That was the name of the nephilim woman that was given to her. Astra Barlow lived in a dump, the dirty long streets deep in Denver and Lori was too tired to care. She had to see the woman, she needed her help one way or another. Sabine had been right about two things. That Jack was alive and that her powers were dangerous. She still couldn't fully believe it. That her son was alive, she couldn't even find the appropriate emotion to describe what it was she was feeling.

The fire was almost out, but there was no more wood around to build it up again. “I know I have seen it myself. Creatures that have been gone for so many years are back. The realm is coming back to life in ways it hasn’t been. The trouble is, if we can’t get Xylia to stop this death that is spreading across the realm, it isn’t going to matter if she lives.” Dakaath told him as he pulled his cloak on. Putting a blanket on Ailive as the temperature dropped.

The sight of blood brought joy to my soul. After spending ninety-nine of my lifespan on the battlefield, I was finally crowned King of all Lycans in my hundredth life, which was now. I am dreaded by all: Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, Fae, every supernatural being you can think of. I had everything I needed; wealth, power, riches, and authority. I even have the lives of many at the tip of my finger. Yet, life was so meaningless that I've lived every day, waiting for when death will finally embrace me. I've lived every day, trying out many gruesome and horrifying methods to end my life.

A strange sensation crept into my chest. I held the icy hand in mine, carefully examining it bit by bit. Finally, my gaze rested on a scar running from the back of the hand to the forearm... The scar! That's it! Something was off about this scar! The scar on my mother's hand should've been deeper and more grotesque! My mind felt sluggish, like a cement mixer struggling to turn. Slowly, it painstakingly processed my thoughts, arriving at a shocking yet exhilarating conclusion—this wasn't Mom's hand!

Josefa Zabala, legendary hero and clairvoyant Gifted of great talent. Ivan instinctively turned his head to avoid her gaze—she was the real deal, and he didn’t have the means to deal with a complication like her at the moment. He was unsure, but he guessed her powers worked similar to the Nyxian oracles he had known back in Gaia—their visions were rooted in their sight. As long as she takes no notice of him, he should be fine.

Swallowing the ice cream in a bite, he could still sense Maya’s lingering aromatic scent on it! It would seem that the scent on Maya’s body had grown stronger than before.. “Lord Bale of Hydra Group is the president of SCBA who rules the underworld of Michigan, so his status is probably the same as Lord Lex. Why would such a powerful figure even treat us as equals? If it were to be some other ordinary people, they’d probably be so scared that their legs would have gone weak after seeing such a scene inside. Why would there be a fair trade in the first place?” Alex said calmly.

"You have to close your wound, Luna. The bleeding is getting more and more." Rula didn't care. She had gone crazy with questions. "You haven't answered me yet. Who sent that werewolf to kill me?" asked Rula curiously. A smile broke out. "My name is Xabar." "Xabar?" Rula furrowed her brow. "Your name is similar to ...." "Vabal is my brother." The man added. Rula was surprised. Now she remembered where Rula saw the werewolf with such beautiful fur. "So you are ...."

The Gabino son slides two ice cubes into his mouth, then frowns as he looks at me. "Lucia is my fiancée, Gabino." I can see his hands shake as he finally realizes the enormity of what has happened. Then I move closer to him to come and put a hand on his shoulder and whisper in his ear. "It is time you learned to respect all women. It would be a shame if you made someone really mad. Just imagine if a stronzo touched a Don's future wife because of you," I said, turning my index finger near my temple. "You know, there are crazy people who take pleasure in terrorizing others and who wait, lurking in the shadows, for the right moment to strike... Ah, not on my carpet!" I say when the acrid smell

If he couldn't have her, a human would not as well. "Who is this subject of Alastair that marked you?" Shailyn nearly laughed, glad to know the heavenly realm didn't approve of King Caesar's rule. "I believe you couldn't locate Ixchel in this lifetime because you drained your last powers. What made you think he's still human?" She smirked at his shocked face. "Ixchel is no longer that human you could oppress because of your powers as a god, Ixchel could destroy at the snap of his fingers. You will be nothing but an ant in his hands" she haunted, noticing the black vein that appeared in his forehead.

“She was inconsolable for months. But she lived. She lived for our older two. And when they were cut down, she didn’t survive that grief. She didn’t defend herself when those demons came for her. And while I protected her body, they cut me down.” My mind is spinning with all this information and then his words register on me, “Cut you down? What do you mean cut you down? You’re alive right now.” Balin meets my gaze, “I died, Isabel. The man who was mated to Sila was killed with his family. And when I was reborn, I looked for my mate again, but I never found her. For two lifetimes, I searched, but she and I were never meant to cross paths. Till I tracked that hell hound to you.”