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I just had to be very quiet. I hugged my knees and waited. “Talk.” my brother said coldly. “How did you know before you even saw her?” “I don’t know.” Logan sighed. “I could sense and smell her. It happened about an hour ago. At first, I thought I was going crazy, but then I decided to follow that smell. I knew for sure when I came closer to your house. Leon started going crazy.” “That is weird.” my brother said. “Mates usually know when they see each other. They can’t sense it before.”

My foot I say to all those foolish uncultured creatures. But back to the plan... I know exactly what I'm going to do, little miss perfect aren't going to be so perfect after I'm done with her. She will be equivalent to Lilly's disfigured paintings. With a dark grin spreading on her lips, one similar to the grin the devil himself would be spotted in. The chills that run down one's spine after witnessing it would certainly crawl down your spine like a lone drop of water running down one's exposed back. •●•

“Then Reinar is going to wind up being our fated mate.” My eyes land on the right side of the road. There is a sign there that is very modern. It’s blue with glowing, pink holographic text that says, “Wanna see how it all ends? Your dreams will let you see the future!” Panic wells up in my throat. “So if I choose the power to have foreshadowing dreams, then fate will somehow choose Reinar as my mate? Jesus, what a miserable fate that would be...but then again, I don’t really want Jackson either!”

He caught my eye and gave me a small, tired smile that made my heart squeeze. Lara finally set the pestle down and wiped her hands on a cloth. She broke the quiet first. “The runes tomorrow,” she said. “They’ll cut your palm. Just a small slice, nothing deep. You drop your blood on the old stone tablet in the temple. If your blood is royal, if it carries Lunaris, then it glows silver. Bright enough that everyone in the room will see it as clear as day. If not… it just stays red. Darkens a little maybe. Nothing more.”

Module 22 pinged and overlaid the glyphs with the same three words: tribute / keepers / part. “Not blood,” Lizzi said, fast and brittle. “There are other tributes. Coins, wine, words—” The tapping came one last time—three impatient beats—and then stopped. From the dark, something answered the light with a low, almost subsonic note that sank through bone. The mural’s Minotaur eyes seemed to catch it and glow. Paulo whispered a prayer he hadn’t said since childhood. “Kyrie eleison.” Jessica lowered her hands, palms tingling. “We don’t feed it,” she said. “Not yet. We mark it, we document, we find a bypass.”

Her eyes darkened, her tone carrying something deeper than her own words, like the Moon Goddess herself spoke through her. “Listen to me, child. You are the key, not Elliot, only you carry the thread of prophecy. That cannot be undone. Do not reveal your identity yet. Shadows crawl everywhere, enemies hide in every hall, behind every whisper. They hunt for the Luna of prophecy. If they find you before your time, they will tear you apart.”

BaldSailor: “Guys, I actually counted… both killing counts and timing match Phantom’s score on the leaderboard.” AntiqueKitten: “With those moves, I refuse to believe this guy is on the Sacral Chakra stage.” NightmareNut: “Dumbass!! You can’t trick the system. The AI automatically checks every challenger’s Chakra Stage. If this video is real, then he is undoubtedly on his Sacral Chakra stage.” 000111_AnimeGuy: “Does this guy have eyes behind his back? Both his armor and his trident looks creepy. Are those Soul Armas?”

Wide eyes all around watched her with curiosity, fear and wonder. "You're not a prince," she said feeling the cloak fall from her shoulders as she took another step forward. "Your a monster," she announced, just then a loud thunder boomed through the air and the lights went out. The screams of the party goers went silent. A purple light suddenly appeared, emitting from a pendant, that illuminated the face of breathtaking woman. Her eyes were like hot gold burning with fire. Her skin dark and smooth with freckles of silver. Her hair long and flowing, a sentinel being...alive.

The mood is hopeful as Azazel helps us create the spell, and Lana donates drops of her blood. Once the spell is finished, each of my brothers takes the vial that Azazel hands them and adds a drop of their blood to it. “Ut sors. Caritatem amisit iterumque ad tarda reuerti.” Fate to find. Love lost to reunite. My brothers repeat the spell making each vial glow and sputter in different colors until they sputter out. I give my brothers a relieved expression, “It seems that the spell worked. Now, we just wait for the wheels of fate to turn in your direction.”

Theodore said with excitement. Joseph looked at the view in front of his eyes. A big lake with water as clear as crystal and setting sun at the end of the lake was there. The lake was surrounded by dandelion fields. Joseph could see the reflection of the setting sun, the sky, and the dandelions on the lake. The view in front of him hit Thiago straight to his heart.