This isn't a common supernatural book.
It has its own rules, its own twist, and its own magical creatures.
Get ready for this unusual story between the most powerful Tribrid, Xena Raven Mensah, and the killer hellhound Elijah Gatewood.
Xena is known...
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▪︎Xena's pov:
The next day, we met up in the library again. Silas already contacted his friend and she should be here soon.
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(Xena's outfit⬆️)
Yesterday, I spend the rest of my day in my room and when Elijah came to my dorm, we lay down and cuddled. My body needed that rest time and today I feel brand new.
"I did the morning patrol around our area and there are different places where the black powder that you put for protection was erased. Might be the wind or someone," Rio pointed out.
I furrowed my eyebrows," The wind can't erase that line, it was poured with magic spells."
"Oh god, I know what happened," Silas said making us look at him.
"What?" Delilah asked curiously.
Everyone was scattered around the library, doing something.
"Since I was almost dead, my magic became vulnerable and I think that's what made it easier for the wind to erase the black powder line..." Silas explained with a sigh.
Oh. That makes sense.
"So we are no longer in a protected zone?" Clayton asked him, alarmed.
"No, I'm afraid we are not... Well, not until someone else performs the same magic," he answered.
"Can't I do it?" Rio inquired.
"No, it requires an old witch like me," Silas answered.
"Your friend?" Marina suggested.
He nodded, "She can. I'll ask her."
We heard footsteps and when we looked at the stairs, Dad walked in with a pretty lady by his side. She had dark black hair that reaches her waistline, she had it curled at the end. She wore a long red velvet dress with a V-neck line and her sleeves were off-shoulders with some extra fabric hanging by her wrist area. Her body was a pear shape and the dress hugged her curves perfectly.
"Aradia," Silas smiled at her.
"Silas," she smiled back," You do not look too good."
