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      Chapter 30

      by Quinn Hawthorne The room was thick with the scent of dragon's blood and the sight of dancing flames. I could feel the elements around me, a chorus of ancient power that hummed with the rhythm of the earth itself. The cut on my wrist stung, a small price to pay for freedom from the chains that had bound me for so long. As the last drop of my blood fell into the bowl, the world seemed to hold its breath. A surge of energy coursed through me, a torrent of raw power that felt like it might tear me apart from the inside out.…
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      Chapter 3

      by Quinn Hawthorne “Come on, class! Take your seats. We will start your final exam in ten minutes!” Professor Ludwig shouted over the noise. Students were scattered throughout the classroom, talking to their friends. Professor Ludwig left the classroom probably to get Headmaster Brightwen. The Headmaster was obsessed with divination and always tended to join each class’ final exams. The rumor was that the Headmaster attended to see that if any vision came about, he would be there to witness it. There were many theories…
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      Chapter 29

      by Quinn Hawthorne “Are you sure you want to do this tonight?” As I stepped out of the steam-filled bathroom, the scent of lavender and sage lingering on my skin from the purifying shower, Amber stood before me, her hands cradling a simple wooden box. The supplies within were more than mere objects; they were the keys to my liberation. Wrapped in the soft folds of an all-white robe, I felt a sense of clarity, the fabric a blank canvas for the transformation to come. Silas and I were supposed to be heading to a hotel…
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      Chapter 28

      by Quinn Hawthorne I was practically buzzing as I took the wheel of Gideon's car, the engine purring to life beneath my fingertips. The drive back to his place was an exercise in restraint; my hand seemed to have a mind of its own, resting on Gideon's thigh, fingers tracing idle patterns over the denim of his jeans. Every so often, he'd glance over at me, a small, private smile playing on his lips, and I'd feel my heart kick against my ribs like a wild thing trying to escape. We were a tangle of limbs and laughter, the car…
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      Chapter 26

      by Quinn Hawthorne The first thing I became aware of was the sound of my own breathing, a steady rhythm that matched the subtle rise and fall of Gideon's chest beside me. The tent was a cocoon of warmth, the early evening sun casting a golden hue through the thin fabric, illuminating the space just enough to see the contours of Gideon's face in repose. He looked peaceful, the tension that usually lined his forehead smoothed out in sleep, his full lips parted slightly. My body was sated in a way it had never been before, the…
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      Chapter 25

      by Quinn Hawthorne It was hard to pass the house's threshold for the first time since the afternoon it all happened. Even with Silas flush against my back, giving me all the strength he could. I knew I had to do this; I was already halfway through the summer break, and it needed to be done before returning to school. For the last two weeks, Silas has been trying to amp me up to go back here and last night I felt strong enough to finally face it. So, today was a good day as any, but it felt like there was a barrier that kept…
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      Chapter 24

      by Quinn Hawthorne   Xiomara rocked against my bulge as her sweet mouth sucked at my collarbone. The scent of her slick filled the room, making my thoughts cloudier by the second. “Fuck, baby.” I groaned as her teeth sank into my skin before her tongue lapped at the mark, soothing it. Wrapping my hand in her hair, I pushed her down my body, making her giggle at my impatience. Her hair tickled my sides as it moved past, and I couldn’t help but shiver. I wasn’t expecting her to nuzzle my hard cock against…
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      Chapter 23

      by Quinn Hawthorne   The sun's descent painted the sky in hues of crimson and gold, a fiery spectacle that seemed to mirror the warmth I felt within. Xavier and I had found our camping spot, a secluded clearing that promised a night under the stars, away from the world that often felt too small to contain us. We set to work, our movements harmonized by years of friendship. The tent rose with ease, our hands deftly maneuvering poles and fabric until it stood proud against the encroaching twilight. There was an unspoken…
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      Chapter 22

      by Quinn Hawthorne They had hair that was pulled back but not gelled in place. Their eyes were the most intense red that glowed, and their ears were full of piercings. They wore a dark suit with a red tie and kept a hand in their pocket casually. But the most mesmerizing thing about him was his tattoos. Half his face and entire neck were covered with them. I was too far away to see if they had any real shape, but from what I could tell, they moved. “Who are you?” I asked. “You can call me Draven.” They…
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      Chapter 21

      by Quinn Hawthorne The sun had already climbed high, casting a warm golden hue over the world as Xavier and I finally hit the trail. The air was fresh, a vivacious symphony of pine and earth that filled my lungs with each breath. I had always found solace in the wild, a sanctuary where the chaos of life seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the simple rhythm of nature. Xavier walked beside me, his strides confident and sure as we navigated the winding path. The trail was a familiar one, etched into my memory from…
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