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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 Robbery at Diangelo

Clare landed on the ground. However, she could not see around her, and all the power that she had accumulated to reach the transporter was kept in her unstable body about to explode when from one a person vehicle Jamal appeared hugging her tightly.

The power that Clare expelled stunned him. It had numb his bones and caused him great pain, despite that he still managed to withstand the impact. 

Jamal placed her inhibiting collar preventing the young woman from exploding in the middle of the civilians.

Malcom came down from the place where he had fallen and looked at Jamal, and he was holding Clare, who was crying wildly and trying to calm her. 

He looked at Malcom and asked, "Are you okay?"

Malcom nodded stiffly. His body ached from the attacks, but what bothered him the most was guilt. 

He looked at Jamal, who was trying to calm Clare, and raising his face, he could not see the car where Bones had left.