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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 · Fantaisie
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The Power of the Dreamer: The Last Enemy

Skyler grabbed his hand. While looking at him with concern, she said, "Are you sure? You could get intoxicated!"

Malcom nodded and, taking the potion, felt the effects. His magic increased, but the pain he felt barely allowed him to stand. 

Ignoring the pain, Malcom took a door card and activated the link with the one that Wendy had. 

If Wendy was not able to get out of the Rapture alive, Malcom would not know what to do. 

Just as his mind was occupied by worry for Wendy, a door opened. Malcom frowned when he saw it, as it was cracked as if only part of the door could work. 

But his attention was taken by a tiny window. It was so tiny that he wouldn't be able to fit on it. Nevertheless, it was enough to see the situation. 

Wendy was lying on the ground next to Libia. The girls were near an altar that Ritadon painstakingly prepared. 

Malcom ran towards the door. He tried to enter the door, but he could barely keep the door open.