판무회귀물 Novels & Stories

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Here is where all my question should be answered. "My family has been cursed with the mark of kin," He says. I look at him, confusion completely draping over my face. How does he expect me to react to such a statement? He sighs and takes out a handkerchief. Stan profusely rubs his neck, and sure enough, a glowing mark emerges. As I scoot over to observe it with a closer eye, I see that it resembles are maple leaf. Okay, what is going on? "Stan, what the hell is that on your neck? How can something like that glow so bright?" I ask out of shock. Stan (or should I say Vittorio?) sighs and scratches the back of his neck.

Luna, who had been cleaning the stairs, Karen, who had been talking incessantly, and Drew, who had been frantically signaling Karen with his eyes, were all struck silent. "Who do you think is the real head of this household? If you're unwilling to perform the part you're paid for, then feel free to pack your things and move out of here." I used to be too nice to the household staff at home, which led them to take advantage of me when I was gravely ill in my past life. It was only after I had been reborn that I realized that there would always be people who would take advantage of you—no matter how kind you were to them.

Fane glared alertly at the Divine Void Warrior in front of him. The Divine Void Warrior was expressionless as he stretched out his palm. A wave of grayish-black energy that looked like mist slowly gathered in his palm. Fane was familiar with this wave of energy. He experienced it several times in the past and realized that this was the energy the corpse puppet released after they were killed.

Rick kept on crying on the other end of the line. "Rick, I don't know what you're talking about." With that, I hung up. I couldn't sleep at all that night. Rick was reborn as well. I didn't expect Rick to be reborn as well. My wedding gifts were a button and a paternity test result. The button was for Rick. It was from the shirt when he was kidnapped. The paternity test result was for Jennifer. It showed that she was not related to my parents. I gave Rick the button because I wanted him to become suspicious.

"You will see a beautiful garden, a moon with a chilly curve, and... the frightening silhouette of a woman... hahaha... that woman is you, and that will be your final resting place. Hahaha..." 'That's it! At the time, I felt like I was being held down by a force and couldn't wake up. Then I felt like there was a woman standing beside my bed, and that woman was laughing coldly at me. And I had forgotten; those chilling laughs had mixed in with these terrifying words. Now, come to think of it, when I first came, I was already poisoned, eating something that had been tampered with. And under the influence of the drug, I was hypnotized. Because of that, every time I drank the spiked tea, my mind

Damien said smiling, leaving me wondering what exactly he found hilarious "Place your hand on my shoulder." Anthony said taking his position on the floor I did as I was instructed and closed my eyes; he then asked me to free my mind of all its burdens like that was even possible but I did anyway and I began to see myself floating. I could feel my spirit leave my body if that was even possible and then suddenly I was sucked in a room. Screams were coming from if particular corner and it was sounding very much like Guinevere but I did not want that to be true

I walked toward the center of the room, my voice steady and cold. “Thanks to Vanessa, who always had doubts about you and convinced all of us to take the White Lotus Pearl Weed soup before coming here,” Gabriel said. “It gave all of us a second life.” I turned to the High Council, my expression shifting into one of deep, calculated sorrow. "Honorable members," I said, pointing a trembling finger at the head of the table. "Matthew’s plan was more horrific than we imagined. He didn't just want Gabriel gone. He intended to wipe out the entire Council tonight to seize the throne."

I picked up my juice and walked towards the couch where Granny was sitting with an elderly guest. A few guests looked my way, their eyes laced with judgment. Most of them were familiar faces. They were board members and managers of the Watson Group, along with a few longtime employees. Our relatives were there too, as well as family friends and some of the city’s most influential businessmen. Their eyes followed me as though I didn't belong here, yet the moment I came near, they would turn away and avoid any interaction.