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While Loki, Ananse, and the Golden Sky were making their moves, there was another who was making her move as well. She was someone the people of this universe had forgotten, for her throne had been usurped; but those who carried the essence of this universe had not forgotten her, and they would not allow themselves to forget her. Naturally, this person was Zica.

Zibor asked, a sly glint in his gray eyes. “They’ll come,” I replied, glancing at him. “I’m surprised you care at all, Zibor. What’s in it for you? Humans aren’t your primary food source?” “We had a deal for free passage to Verona City, voided four years ago. I plan to persuade the Witch Supreme to reinstate it. King Kian, though we drink human blood, a young witch’s blood is exquisite. The more powerful the witch, the more intoxicating. I hear Queen Aminda Bettencourt is formidable. Thinking of it… excites me,” he said, licking his lips in anticipation.

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

***** Xandros, I gently called out to my sister, "Zyla, please have something to eat." She only glanced at the food I was having. Zyla is my younger sister and the legal wife of Zandro, the son of Skull, the esteemed first elder of the ZORNZON clan. She's been hiding from them because she can no longer bear the pain in her heart. I can't blame her, considering her unique power over memories and sadness. The intensity of her pain is far greater than what an ordinary person would experience.

Kriss siad, features becoming austere while telling them about Zadicus’ origin which is enough to tremble everyone, "Zadicus is the son of the greatest scholar of all time, the master of knowledge and magic. Sir Zuka Tademono."

She could not refrain herself from shrieking out loud in the end. “Invaders here, invaders there. All you talk about is invaders! Yet, you have utterly no idea who the invaders are!” Dilidaer roared, “Zayn is from another world, but he’s not an invader. He’s different from the rest of the people from the other world. He has a kind heart and he hasn’t harmed any of us here since he came to our world! On the contrary, he saved us, have you forgotten all about that? Had it not been Zayn, we would’ve been bullied to death by the evil tribe by now!”

"And you two which way do you want to die? Do you want me to swallow you whilst hugging each other like that or do you want my poisonous venom on your skin? I would have turned you into a piece of art, but your pose isn't to my liking. What you showing isn't anything that I take a fancy on. I think it would be better if you are inside my stomach." Zane didn't wait to let her talk more as he opened a portal on where Alyssa had been standing on. When they were still in the village they were not able to open a portal to the moon because they didn't know the area but now it was easy for him because he knew Zimicah so well. Alyssa felt something below her feet and she looked at it before raising

And yesterday, during a massive attack at the party, my sorceress self almost revealed itself. Ever since I tried as much as possible to kill my vampire self, and run from the supernatural world, I tried not to be discovered, as per what the Book of the Tranquil Realm of the Universe says, I must be a runaway. But still, I didn't want to forget my nature. I couldn't hide the fact that the door to our Vampire Coven was here in Alaska. Something humans don't know. In case you didn't read of me in history, I am Zita, a century old sorceress. Quite impressed the way I proudly say that witchcraft runs in my veins.

It was as if he saw something in her that even she didn’t fully understand. “You have no idea what you're dealing with, Karina,” he said softly, his voice laced with the knowledge of a thousand years. “The Third Prince of Zorana isn’t just a king. He’s the rebirth of an entire world. And you… you are the one who will make it all possible.”

"You are the Earth-Breaker. The girl who punched a hole through the Night Terrors." Kesi bowed her head and stepped back. "Mwajuma, this is Zuri. She is the Captain of the Vanguard, the Matriarch’s right hand, and your assigned guide to the city." Zuri stepped forward, extending a hand that was calloused but elegant. Up close, her beauty was almost distracting, but it was the absolute, unshakeable confidence radiating from her that made Mwajuma’s heart skip a beat. "I have been waiting three days to meet the woman who made the Alpha monster bleed," Zuri said, her golden eyes sparkling with genuine, intoxicating delight. "I am honored, Mwajuma. Truly."