Mary Moore
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[ My lord, I am writing this letter to you in a hurry. Please forgive my penmanship. Baron Martin had finally agreed to side with you and Her Grace. However, he had told me information that raised my concerns and this may alarm you the same. From my understanding, the Moriarty were the ones who gave the idea to the Bloodfang on how to make their sacrifice a success. However, there was a high probability that the Moriarty had also manipulated the clan's will. Currently, Her Grace still had her…
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"... ten." THUD! "Ahh... I already know they are a lot but I didn't expect them to have an entire army in their enemy's territory. Just what the fuck is Lexx doing?!" I ground my teeth as I looked back. The hallway I passed through was now trashed with piles of dead bodies and blood splattered messily. A sigh slipped past my lips as I turned my head towards the window on my side. It didn't take long when I saw my reflection in the transparent glass. "It seems they were having fun outside," I…
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I whistled softly, standing on top of the third prince's tower. From my vantage point, I could see the Avolire Palace and the main palace. "Your Grace!" Silvia's voice suddenly rang from the other end of the roof, appearing out of nowhere. "What is going on? Why did you...?" She trailed off as she gazed up at the dark sky covering the entire imperial palace. Silvia was aware that my darkfield had its own downside, but it seemed Sam helped me. The darkfield looked more sturdy, like a cage, trapping…
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"Hah..." I rocked my head as I kept the voices in my mind at bay. But my eyes remained different in colors. I couldn't change them back with this fury building up inside me. "They want to size me up?" the side of my lips curled up into a smirk while I planted my palm on the glass window. "Let's show them who is the craziest in this asylum, Catharsis." A shroud encircled around my shoulder, creeping down to my sleeve and then to my hand. I closed my grip when I felt its handle as Catharsis shifted…
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Sam had always had a soft spot for his siblings. He must have had taken the risk of coming to the palace to see Cassara for the last time. My eyes softened while I gazed at the floor and slowed down at my pace. I was already on the way back to my chambers to rest; I still had a gathering to attend to later. 'Sam...' I let out a deep exhale as I bit my lower lips. The expression Sam had earlier etched into my head. It kept flashing across my mind, causing my heart to tighten. I wanted to console…
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Three days had passed since Cassara's death. Attending a funeral this soon wasn't what I had expected. Well, not that I didn't expect all the unexpected events that may occur in this place. "Still no conclusion in your investigation?" I asked without turning my eyes away from the burning casket of Cassara. "I should ask the same, Lilou," Stefan replied solemnly as he stood motionless beside me. "How was your own investigation faring?" My brow quirked as I glanced at him. "I don't know what you are…
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"We found Her Royal Highness dead in the gates of the palace." The news came as a surprise and too suddenly. Cassara? Of all people? She was the first to die? I only draped a shawl around my shoulders as we rushed to where Cassara remains lied. Stefan kept quiet the entire time, but I noticed that this news irked and surprised him as well. 'Who did it?' I wondered internally as my last memory of Cassara hovered over my head. When we reached the gates of the palace, there were already a few…
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The throne is yours to claim, little child. Kill every single La Crox and avenge the Bloodfang. The Moriarty is your only ally, remember that. My eyes snapped open as I gasped for air. I assisted myself up, wiping the sweats on my forehead. "What is that?" I murmured as I looked around my chambers. It was winter and freezing, and yet, I was breaking out in sweats because of a vague dream. I massaged my temple as my head throbbed painfully. There had been voices in my head, but they were more like…
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Stefan was considerate enough to keep the third prince palace for me and my people to stay at. I was aware of his underlying reason, though. He wanted for everyone to be beyond reach once he claimed me. So, they could hear, smell, and know I was his. I scoffed as I sauntered through the hallway of the third prince's palace. They didn't offer me a butler to assist me in these quarters, as I stayed in this place for a long time. "You can go to your chambers, Klaus. You don't need to walk me in my…
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"Please don't touch Yulis, Your Highness." I smiled as I put down my cutlery. "He is someone I will never share." Beatrice smiled coyly as I felt the killing intent from Stefan's gaze. Forgive me, Yul. I would surely protect you in another way. "Someone you will never share, huh?" Stefan muttered menacingly, chuckling. I turned and faced Stefan squarely. "I will abide by any of Your Majesty's requests. However, if something happened to Yul, I will not simply sit still and mourn." "You are…
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