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The Hunter's Mark

Three thousand years ago. The seven most powerful magicians in the world, The Sacred Virtues, sealed the evil Four Horsemen by using the magic power of sixteen people. Three thousand years later. Humans continue to choose sixteen people who will sacrifice their magic to keep the evil sealed. Malcom is one of these ‘lucky’ people as soon as he was born. Because of being chosen as the bearer of the Mark, Malcom could only use a part of his magic. How could he then live normally when everything in the world requires magic to function? He was considered weak, thus became a social outcast. Tired of being mistreated and humiliated, Malcom fights to prove his true worth. But things get even more complicated when fanatical Horsemen worshiping fans begin kidnapping the Marked people like him… *** Author's Note: 3 chapters or more every Friday 100 Power Stones = +1 Extra ch/week 300 Power Stones = +2 Extra ch/week 700 Power Stones = +4 Extra ch/week 1000 Power Stones = +7 Extra ch/week Extra chapters will be published at the end of each week based on the power stones earned that week. Want to sponsor an extra chapter? Send a gift of 1000 coins and you will also get a shout out. Thank you!

slevink · Fantasy
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234 Chs

The Tyrant Aguirre

Beatriz took a deep breath when she saw the stocky man. She frowned when she saw that at that moment, he was eating two of his pills. 

While chewing, he looked at Beatriz with a smirk before he said, "I will enjoy melting your skin, woman!"

She felt a chill down her spine, but if a Marked had beaten him, there was no reason to believe she couldn't.

Beatriz was still feeling confident and was ready to attack. Just as when she was about to, the fly, in the blink of an eye, was suddenly in front of her. 

Before she could react, Beatriz was hit with a strong punch that made her back away quickly. 

Beatriz managed to keep her balance, despite the heavy blow. She moved farther away from the fly and glared at him as she held her bleeding nose. 

"What a pest," Beatriz muttered as she prepared herself for battle.

Clare also prepared to fight. She cracked her knuckles while looking at May coldly.