Enchanting Royalty

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ved her target. Slow and steady wins the race. She moved stealthily, making sure not to let a sound slip. Taking in breath in shor

her almost invisible to the naked eye. She had a singular, vital

she sought to subdue. As her keen eyes narrowed on her quarry, she inhaled slowly, s

t gun, an instrument of silent precision. It was her only chance to incapacitate t

s vital points. One shot, one opportunity to subdue her quarry without

reath, she squeezed the trigger, sending the glazed silver dart hurtling toward its target. Her heart pounded a

allen creature. Her mission was clear: to make the formidable foe unconscious, all the while ensuring she remained an enigma in

day, she thought, giving a smirk. The revenge was on. They need to get a taste of their own medicine. For years, werewolves have been after them. Killing their species for no r

always happened; whenever the mark glowed, she would briefly feel a jolt of pain strike her before the tattoo would deepen its roots

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e special ability to cast magic. In the early years of her life, she was frustrated and angered about not being like everyone else. But then her father helped her a

from there, but her father would never let her keep the book, as he explained it was dangerous and could be misused if l

t to be able to take down anyone when needed, with or without magic. And as nights

. To get revenge on werewolves who had been after her father's army for ages. The Roya