Sophia Garcia
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8
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“Prince Riven Wraithtide, Princess Allie Wraithtide, and Princess Kathrine Vonsilla Crushada the 9th, we have brought the requested prisoner.” Jeltuna the Sarak was lead bound and chained into a large and elegant hall, filled with some of the most prominent faces on the planet. Despite having led insurrections in protest of his people’s treatment, enslavement, butchering and worse - he couldn’t help but go slightly pale at the sight of the vampiric nobles who were glaring at one another before…
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“May I present Prince Riven Wraithtide, presiding master of this house - along with his sister, Princess Allie Wraithtide, his fiance, Kathrine Vonsilla Crushada the 9th, and his attendant demon - the succubus Fay.” The doors to the great hall swung open, revealing an elongated room with an overhead crystal chandelier. Works of art such as paintings and sculptures of vampires performing great feats lined the walls where servants and soldiers stood at attention. Twelve very attractive men and women…
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Skinwalkers. They were… fawning? Over Athela? If that was even the right word. Prostrating or attending to her with different odds, ends, gifts and food they had on hand, Riven watched the strange pale creatures deliver her trays of refreshments while she sunbathed in their newly built temporary lair next to Tanya’s family cabin. Hakim’s cabin? Who knew. They all shared it so who cared. “Athela…” Riven said with a dumbfounded look on his face, equivalent to those the others had on their…
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Riven stared down at the bag of Elysium coins glinting in the sunlight with a frown, ignoring the challenging tone of the rough-looking man in front of him. “Genua?” The elf immediately straightened on her seat. “Yes, Riv?” He snorted in amusement at the reduced name they were using for him in public. It wasn’t like his features were all that different and in time people would likely put two and two together, but still. “Would you like to go?” His head turned and he clasped his hands with…
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Sara and John, which were the two names they’d adopted over the past couple months, were absolutely terrified. Their real names were Ak’ra and Selzi, Ak’ra being John and Selzi being Sara respectively. They’d escaped the Hells with their clan and moved to this desolate wilderness, away from the rest of the world to avoid abominations like the very creature rushing towards them at breakneck speeds. “Selzi!” Ak’ra, or John, yelled back over his shoulder - pausing only for a brief half-second…
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The undead legionnaires were something else. Riven had watched alongside many of the others under the stars as he commanded them to battle one another, and although it’d only lasted for 5 minutes - the battle was a sight to behold. They were classed as elites, each poised at his own level which was far above the norm on this planet, and the fields erupted in a brutal free for all as they clashed. Storms of blood energies and shockwaves of clashing weapons eradicated much of the plantlife for a solid…
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Crimson threads tore out from the treasure and into Riven’s soul, but he didn’t scream - nor did he feel pain. The threads were soothing, caressing his damaged core and the obliterated Blood Subpillar that’d been reduced to fragments. He watched as they intertwined with each of them, collecting them up and pulling the shards together - only to frown in confusion when other, pitch black threads flew forward from his fragmented shadow pillar and intertwined. He felt his Path of Black and Red radiate…
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The world was changing, and new empires were rising across the ashes of dead civilizations as the merged worlds creating Panu were beginning to come together. The tutorials were over, the initial shock of the integration now passed. It was a time of new beginnings. The terraforming of the inner lands of the Thane Necropolis had been a blessing to many of those drawing power from the Unholy Foundational pillar, and all associated pillars. Especially for the undead, who made up nearly half of the population…
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Athela slowly shut the door to his manor room behind her to leave only a crack open, smiling at Riven’s bare rising and falling chest while he recovered. Then her eyes fell to the pair of feathered boots that Riven still kept at the side of his bed, and her smile faltered. The past few days had been… difficult, with the serious damage to his soul very apparent. He could barely summon mana at all. Frankly she’d been surprised that he didn’t have permanent damage because that kind of event would have…
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Allie’s world was a stark gray. Blood dripped from her eyes, ears, nose and mouth while she locked gazes with Jalel only a few feet away. He was the only other one moving in this out of body experience, but even he could only move his eyes - so he was limited in the same way she was. The entanglement broke for the third time, and for the third time she and Jalel both began to scream in agony - each dropping to the ground and writhing around as time after time their opposing Malignant Prophecies clashed…
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