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FATE OF THE ALPHA

Chapter 8 The Mark's Curse

Word Count: 1030    |    Released on: 16/02/2025

g the confusion around her. The murmur wasn't her cre

lle. Allow the abil

gly mitigating, similar to a bedtime song turned from s

d back, her breath hitching as the imprint on her arm blasted more splendid than at any other

ing down his sanctuary. "Annabelle, don't pay

was stronger now, overw

. You're more grounde

nabelle's arm jolted vertical, and a bend of silver light ejected fr

or, her obfuscated eyes wide.

eered, clearing blood off of his lip. "In any case, do you try and understand

leaming between the present and something different - blazes of a forlorn woods, a crim

ing to?" she request

rint isn't a gift. It's a revile. A rope tying

them. "Enough of your falsehoods,

he individuals who convey the imprint. They wear out, consumed by the very power they

t profound in light of the fact that

ide your ability to grasp, Victor," she said, her voice consistent notwithstanding her delic

ed. "Then I'll break the

hed once more, his developments quicker, more intentional. This time, Athe

him, his voice stressed as he

aviness of the senior's w

ng strength. "You should leave, kid. The imprint is unsound -

le. Be that as it may, the senior's eyes ignited with criticalness, and whe

"Follow the murmurs - the

g in a language Annabelle didn't perceive. The room loaded up with a blinding light, a

che dashing. *Follow the murmu

eak intensified. However, underneath everything, the murmur remain

g past rationale. The further she wandered, the more obscure

g washed in silver light, with a sol

th got.

s. However, something about him was... off. His grin didn't arrive at his

abelle murmured, her hea

Is it true or not that i are? Or on the other

e ventured nearer. "You pa

spreading his arms. "Perhaps demise

sharp and singing. Annabelle wheezed, gr

nnabelle. It bound us. I'm important for it, part of you. What's more, on the off chanc

f his words smashing her. "Why me?" she m

she recalled. "Since strength isn't about power. It's about heart.

e dissolving into shadow. The clearing became colder, hazi

abelle. The imprint

Annabelle turned with perfect timing to see a co

t to ice. It

ng a whole lot

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