TAEKOOK. Kim Taehyung is a male omega whose beauty is unmatched, but that does not stop his fated mate from rejecting him when they come of age to recognize each other. The reason is that Taehyung carries the mark of a barren tree, which signifies i...
Miyeon pushed herself up, her legs feeling shaky. She had always thrived on chaos and manipulation, so giving up was not an option for her. She stumbled over to her cluttered workbench, which was littered with vials, herbs, and half-finished potions. Maybe, just maybe, there was a flaw, a loophole, or a hidden weakness in Taehyung's spell. He may be powerful, but she was cunning.
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She spent hours poring over her grimoires, the brittle pages filled with cryptic symbols and ancient recipes. Her fingers, stained with the residue of forgotten brews, flew across the parchment, tracing pathways of forgotten magic. Darkness fell, painting the cottage in shades of grey and deepening her despair. The barrier mocked her with its silent, unwavering strength.
Exhaustion finally forced her to collapse onto a threadbare cushion. But even in her sleep, her mind whirred, searching, calculating, and planning. A seed of rebellion, planted deep within her twisted heart, began to sprout. If she couldn't break free from the cage, perhaps she could find a way to manipulate it, to use it to her advantage.
Days bled into weeks, and Miyeon became a ghost in her own home. Her only companions were the silent walls and the simmering rage within her. She experimented with illusions, trying to trick the barrier, but it remained impervious. She also attempted to weaken it with counter-spells, but her magic seemed to bounce uselessly off its surface.
One day, as she stared at her reflection in a tarnished mirror, she noticed the faint burn on her cheek -a constant reminder of her failure. It was a brand, a mark of Taehyung’s power, a visible symbol of her inability to replicate his essence. The burn throbbed with a faint, persistent heat, a constant reminder of her humiliation. Miyeon felt a surge of impotent rage, clenching her fists until her knuckles turned white.
She was trapped and powerless, yet a sliver of hope, more like a desperate clinging to delusion, remained. The mark of infertility on Taehyung's wrist could be her only salvation. Taehyung wouldn't be able to conceive and undo Jungkook's curse, but in the back of her mind, she doubted her own assumption. Taehyung had Selene's wolf, Luna, and nothing was impossible with her powers. She harshly tugged her hair. Was this really her fate -waiting for her inevitable death?
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The air in the Obsidian Pack arena hung thick and heavy, charged with a primal energy that prickled the skin. The afternoon sun painted golden hues across the rough-hewn earth, casting long, dramatic shadows from the towering pines that bordered the clearing. This wasn't just any fight; this was a fight for leadership. It was a violent ballet of teeth and claws, designed to unearth the strongest, most resilient warrior among them.
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