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ted it. I had almost given up hope of seeing my ruby gemstone again when she turned up in the town I happened to be observing, a town that was a notorious breeding ground for super

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uld never have wanted for anything, never been forced into hiding and a life of squalor. I admit I was taken off guard when she did not seem to recognize or sense me the first time our paths crossed. Was

hat of a wet dog and testosterone? I had successfully wooed her once before I could do it again, and this

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relatively simple-more human than divine. Hiding in the darkest realms of her mind, I watched the images flutt

is woman put on her young shoulders. The older woman seemed to be born from an ancient power; she was more than angelic

mark on the world: without fear of punishment. It seemed there was more to this creature than I first thought; her ferocious need to shield the innocent and protec

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the advances of two alpha males. Her imagination had her running through a maze of luscious green woodland;

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that was not what caught my attention. My eyes narrowed in on his head; his hair cropped short on the sides, which was a cocky move on his part, considering what looked l

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n from a demon? Or was he pro

as still chasing her. The long white dress she wore danced around her delicate feet as s

e wasn't as tall as the first male, but he made up for it with his confident aura, but

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snarl seeing the male shift into a wolf in front of her, all dark fur with golden shimmers. His eyes were as black as t

d my fiery angel. She seemed torn between them; she wanted the protection and love of the wolf but refu

I mused, deciding to sink my

e male leaned up against a thick moss-covered tree trunk, self-assured and smug, satanic hands peeled away at the dense trees and bushes. Hands a

ouldn't take the bait; she wanted so desperately to be just like her Mother, good and pure, banishing all fears that; even an ounce of her father's mali

adows, grabbing her delicate skin and pulling her back int

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r resolve. I could feel the anger rising in her; with a frustrated scream, she exposed her glorious angelic wings,

cut away at the demonic hands that tore at her before she lifted from

ntre of her wings, the black and white feathers mixed and entwined, a marble effect painted each feather. Showing that she was not as

ranges and reds danced passionately throughout the building devouring everything in their p

green eyes. She played the part of a heartbroken angel well. I would give her that; even I would have been tempted to believe that the tear

stakable look of confidence and determination they brought out in her made me wonder whether there was more to this trio than I first thought! Their large hands entwined with her dainty digi

emale stood, manipulating MY magic to her own ends. Whether she knew it or not, her powers were stronger now than they had

great beauty that even the devil was an angel once. A plan formed in my mind, one of jealousy, betrayal, and slaughter. My one end game: eradicate these growi

hings needed shaking up, people needed to learn their place, and

he likes of the wolves; this would not be

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