Without any warning, panic completely occupied Tang Qi's mind at this moment.
With no reason at all, but purely out of instinct.
Like the feelings produced when a weak, fragile living being encountered a more advanced form of being.
The moment after Tang Qi was reborn at Origin Blue Star, he had faced — himself as a demon, the evil soul-exchange ceremony, and the old black man who possessed witchcraft. Afterward, Tang Qi had also killed people and supernatural monsters, including an existence at the level of the Dugong sea monster.
But under any of those circumstances, Tang Qi had never had such a feeling.
When he and Sally in the mirror looked at each other, the surrounding environment changed greatly, just like an inverted mirror image; the small fitting room became countless pieces of glass that moved and reassembled quickly before finally changing back into the real room.
The only thing unreal was that Mrs. Hudson seemed to have been frozen at the moment that she took off the glasses.
She stayed still in place and smiled lightly, seeming to be satisfied with her new work. But Tang Qi couldn't feel her heartbeat.
Was she dead?
Or was she not in this world anymore?
In that huge floor mirror, the two were still looking at each other.
But Tang Qi could no longer see any trace of the original Sally in those eyes, like… it was a whole different person.
"Who are you?"
Tang Qi slowly put down the book in his hand and said with some bitterness in his mouth.
Blood Python No.1 was pinned to the lower back by Tang Qi.
There was a box of furnace bullets in the left pocket of the jacket.
In the right pocket of his trousers was a box of sea monster bullets.
In the lining at the chest was a red drop of sea monster's tears.
Even if he faced the Dugong sea monster again, Tang Qi was confident he could kill it quickly.
But right now, Tang Qi made no movement at all.
Not that he did not want to, but he was unable to.
A terrible pressure was now pressing down on Tang Qi, and the action of putting down the book almost exhausted all his strength.
The only thing Tang Qi could do now was to keep his eyes open and let the terrible coercion madly consume the power in his body, and not falling down and admitting defeat.
When asking that question, two scenes completely different from reality already came into Tang Qi's eyes. Two special interfaces also appeared in Tang Qi's eyes at this time.
Sally changed.
She was still in that same body; just that the previous shrunken, shy character had disappeared. In the pair of eyes that looked at Tang Qi, there was an unbridled blatantness, arrogance of contempt for all, and a kind of charm that would make any man feel an impulse to kneel down.
Wisps of gray and black mist that could not be seen by the naked eye continuously flowed out of Sally's body, turning the little fitting room into an exotic state. The fairy-like golden and white dress on her also gradually darkened into black.
The garland above her head not only didn't wither but instead bloomed dark flowers that were full of strange charm. They were so beautiful that one couldn't move one's eyes away.
If the previous Sally was a beautiful fairy girl who took one's breath away, Sally right now was a witch girl who seduced one into submission. 
Tang Qi's special ability confirmed his suspicion.
The special interface that popped out first was from the pair of exaggerated black-framed glasses.
[Wonder: Glasses That Sealed Misfortune]
[Information Fragment 1: This is a pair of glasses that gained supernatural power after being blessed by the gypsy witch leader. It can seal the powers of misfortune and return this poor girl to ordinariness.]
[Information Fragment 2: When the girl is wearing it, it cannot be sensed by supernatural powers.]
The information fragments contained in the black-framed glasses were very simple, and Tang Qi was already shocked.
The interface seen from Sally made Tang Qi both amazed and regretful.
He didn't expect that he would do a bad deed out of good intentions.
In the past, the interfaces shown for the opponents he faced all said "supernatural creature".
But this time, it was different.
In the line of characters that Tang Qi saw at one glance, the word "goddess" appeared to his shock.
[Exotic Goddess: Witch of Misfortune]
[Status: Sub-personality]
[Information Fragment 1: A Witch of Misfortune from another plane divided her magic powers and sent each portion into different worlds in order to break through her limits. Sally who was still a baby received the portion sent to Origin Blue Star.]
[Information Fragment 2: Sally's family members all died because of the powers of the misfortune magic. At the last moment, the head of the gypsy witches who was passing by sent her own power into the black-framed glasses left behind by Sally's father. It could seal up the misfortune magic for at least one hundred years.]
[Information Fragment 3: With the advent of the spirit tide, cracks appeared on the seal of the glasses, and removing the glasses gave the Witch of Misfortune sub-personality formed because of the magical powers an opportunity to break out.]
[Information Fragment 4: Since the Witch of Misfortune sub-personality shares one body with Sally, she needed external help before she could completely take control of this body and help the original witch break through the limit of godhood by taking advantage of the opportunity brought by the return of the spirit tide.]
Buzz.
When the fourth information fragment was seen by Tang Qi, a ray of hope almost emerged in Tang Qi's eyes. He exhausted all his remaining strength to bow down his head in an instant and prevented the witch sub-personality in Sally's body from seeing it.
Now, Tang Qi finally understood what he did.
He wanted to give a gift to Sally, only to accidentally reveal the biggest, darkest secret in Sally.
Witch of Misfortune!
These words perfectly explained all the unlucky experiences Sally had since a young age and the reason that the people around her also met ill luck.
Even with more than half of the powers of misfortune sealed away by the glasses, the traces and bits leaked out were enough to produce a reputation of "Unlucky Sally".
If there was no accident, the glasses would have continued to seal the magic of misfortune until Sally died naturally at an old age, and that magic would also return to the plane of the Witch of Misfortune without causing any major impact on the Origin Blue Star.
Of course, it was also possible that with the return of the spirit tide, the glasses would fail before that, and the completed personality of the witch, once it was born, would get rid of Sally's weak personality and gain control of the body so that a Witch of Misfortune would be born in this world, which was about to change drastically.
Tang Qi couldn't predict what big events would happen then.
And he didn't need to predict, because all these were accidentally interrupted by Tang Qi.
The glasses were taken off, and facing Tang Qi now was the alter ego that was still forming but accidentally released… the Witch of Misfortune. 
Tang Qi bowed his head, hiding the emotions in his eyes. All the strength in his body was used to resist the magical powers filling this small fitting room, though it was of little use. Tang Qi could even feel that with one thought by the Witch of Misfortune, his fragile body would be completely broken up.
Click, click.
The previous Sally walked in heels with extreme difficulty, but right now, what Tang Qi saw at the corner of his eyes was a figure full of immense glamour, as charming as a fairy of the dark, who walked step by step to Tang Qi; a pale finger slowly lifted up Tang Qi's chin.
Then, Tang Qi saw the perfect face again and a pair of pupils that were blue in color but gradually turning dark and pervading a gray, mysterious atmosphere. Tang Qi only felt that his soul was about to slide into a special world.


When the spiritual barrier that has been intact for a hundred years is shattered by a meteor, spiritual energy that had disappeared starts to return. The mystical realm slowly begins its revival—magic, witchcraft, curses, supernatural lifeforms, strange and mysterious legends, monsters and gods from other worlds… The old world order collapses, yet the new order is mystifying and chaotic.
Just before the unprecedented reformation is here, Tang Qi awakens and finds himself hung on the cross, having turned into an inferior demon and in great pain and agony…
With his special ability to see through the nature of all things from the mystical realm and a sly and crafty mind, follow Tang Qi as he develops new skills and powers—as well as making new friends and allies—to battle and protect himself from never before seen supernatural threats in an unfamiliar world!


Dahlia opened the door to her room and stepped inside. As looked around it was a decent sized room plenty of room for her vast collections of spell books and other oddities shes collected over the years. 

Once fully inside she grabs her bag and starts to get her stuff out of it to decorate and unpack. Smiling to herself she pulls out some spells books and chuckles knowing she looks like some gothic hippie Mary Poppins pulling a vast amount of shit out of her small beat up leather bag. 

Once her room was almost all decorated she pulled out a black antique framed mirror and hung it up and took a good look at herself. Sighing at the reflection looking back at her she wondered how she got herself into such a mess. She wanted answers the passed 80 years have just been her running around in a fog. 

She knew her name and she was a powerful witch that apparently doesnt age but that's about all she knew. She took off her big black rimmed hat and slowly took off her sunglasses that hide the most insane eyes. She looked into the mirror her eyes had no iris or pupil they just looked like a full moon that glows down at the earth what should be the whites of her eyes black with small white dots that look like a clear night sky. 

She always wondered why her eyes were like this. Were they always this way? They had to be because every glamour spell shes ever used to try and get rid of them never took them away and even stranger never covered them up. With a huff she falls into her bed and looks at her schedule and shakes her head.

Dean Fogg even put introducing her to the class on her schedule. She put the wrinkled paper down and slowly closed her eyes and passed out all the while hoping this sleep will not be invaded by nightmares.

*The works that are The Magicians, Supernatural and Shadowhunters etc. do not belong to me*

*This is my first fanfiction I've written in years and I know there are and will be some grammar mistakes I promise I'll correct those soon. Please be patient with me.*

Dahlia was powerful more powerful than anything anyone encountered in awhile, but what happens when after hundreds of years she forgets how old and how very powerful she truly is? She goes to Brakebills University hoping Dean Fogg and The Library will help her remember. In the meantime she will befriend Quentin and his friends and teach them all kind of different magic from the all the different realms and realities shes been too since losing her memories. Is she destined to remained lost? Or is she destined to find her way and become someone great?

Mrs. Groscow observed her seventeen year old daughter as she walked down the stairs a visible scowl on her lips. Her tongue flicked through her teeth and the wine glass was swooshing dangerously on her fingers.

Jeans booty shorts and of course a purple tank top. Mia stopped at the end of the stair and crosses her arms.

"So you've resorted to flaunting? I see you gave up on your face." The first thing she uttered to her, kicking up her left leg across the right one.

Mia rolled her eyes and shifted her weight to her right foot.

"You're too fat for those shorts."Her mom points out blankly taking another sip of her drink. " You got a lot of mirrors to check that out for yourself, don't you?"

"I know. And that is why apps were created." She whispered but her mom caught  it, a small smile tugging at the end of her lips. The older woman's brow creaked app and she mused at her words.

"Why didn't you go to school today?" She chose to change the subject leaning back on the couch.

"My face." Mia obviously stated. She had vowed not to ever apply make up... Although she wanted to; apply concealer on her zits, mascara, a little lipstick perhaps.

'Oh my goodness Mia!You look like an undercooked turkey!' Her mother's words.

"I don't give a hoot miss! You have to go to school whether you look ugly, or uglier."

Luke Groscow got in at this moment. A male servant took his coat, briefcase and car keys. According to Annah, no female hand shall lay her hand on her man.

She was right to be protective, after all Luke was a male model, a really good looking male model younger than Annah by three years.

"Hey honey." He greeted his wife and made for the little drink area. "Hello Mia."He voiced to her daughter lifting the drink to her in some sort of a toss. She gave him a small smile.

He then walked back across the room and slumped down the comfy white couch. Pure fur.

"Your daughter missed school, again!" Annah started going back to the random act of flicking her tongue inside her mouth.

"Why?"

"Puberty. Look at her ugly face."

"Annah!" Luke raised his voice a little. He nervously watched Mia at the corner of his eye.

An uncomfortable silence enveloped them for about a minute.

"What's wrong with that? She's bright." Luke said in a monotone. A little low this time.

"That doesn't mean she can miss school, Luke."

"I need a shower." Luke announced downing his drink.

He walked to Mia and cupped her cheek. "You'll be fine. At least now everyone will want to look at your pretty face."

Mia smiled. Her dad always gave her hope. Always made sure she was smiling.

Yet her mom was the complete opposite. She is the one who got her a full make up set... Indirectly telling her you're ugly, yet she's still the one who hated the same make up on her.

"Just give me a minute and we'll go get that mirror, okay?"

Mia nodded. Yester night she was so mad she punched her bathroom mirror six times, getting hurt in the process.

Because she let her mother's words get to her.

•|•

They drove out of their expansive house onto a private road for five minutes before joining the main road.

Mia looked outside the window as they passed the mall. She didn't want to get her mirror from the mall because most of her schoolmates hang out there... and she wouldn't be seen dead with her pimply face.

They were going to an old shop downtown belonging to an old black man. She found the place after getting lostin the area. Of course she had to glance around before asking for directions.

"Here we are." Her dad announced stopping the car.

"I'll go alone." Mia quickly stopped her dad from unbuckling his seat belt.

She didn't want him to see her posing in front of mirrors, possibly giving herself a complimenting speech and other self embarrassing acts. "Just wait here. I will try not to take long."

"Well, okay..."

The door chimed on opening and the shop was visibly empty. No shopper appeared to be present apart from her.

"Hello?"She called looking around. The reception area was also empty. She decided to walk around the isles, admiring the fancy, plain and artistic mirrors.

"Hello?"She called out again. Last time he was here. The man was odd and always zoned out in his speech and it spooled her a little but he was no threat.

"Careful young girl, your voice might break the mirrors!" Mia whipped around immediately a little startled. The old man closed the door, made of a mirror that it actually looked like he was coming out of it.

He had the same old tired but warm smile on his face.

"Good evening Mr.William you do remember me?"

"Well of course!" He laughed and walked to her to shake her hand. "You're the crazy one, right?" His hands were rough and crusty and he possessed a firm grip. He released her hand finally and walked behind the counter.

Entirely reflective.

"What can I interest you with miss Groscow?" She was a little amazed that he remembered her awkward second name. Nevertheless, she spoke up.

"I need a bathroom mirror."

"Just that? Oh we have a lot... Framed perhaps? Slitted?"

"I need your most clearest mirror."

"Clearest?"

"Yes clearest, doesn't matter really, it'll still work."

"Well,all my mirrors are clear as you see, but you do want the clearest?"

"Yes."

"Okay then." The sir walked from the counter and walked to the door he had come out earlier.

"Come on, you have to pick for yourself... I have two of them, nobody really seemed interested in having the clearest mirror so they stay up back.

Mia nodded. She half trusted the man enough to set her teaser at 60V, not too much to kill him or paralyse him.

The back of the store was like a workshop. Wood and mirrors, noise from the glass cuter worked by a man and a set of boys preparing a frame.

"Here we are." Mr.William announced walking past the two boys.

He opened a closet and called one of the boys to help him take them out. Mr.William stood them on the width side leaning on the wall.

They were clear, more than Mia ever imagined. The surface seemed like a calm river, promising a ripple if the surface was gently poked.

But one had a slight crack on the left corner, and given the angle of a perfectionist by her mother, she picked the other one.

It was framed with dark brown wood and carved into a beautiful pattern. It looked ancient,and she fell in love with it. She took one last look of herself and smiled.

She turned and waited for Mr.William to finish showing the boys how to smoothen the edges.

"Which one will it be?" Mr.William asked still helping his boys out.

"The framed one."

"You got it, give me a minute."

Mia wanted to turn and look at it once more. Her reflection on it was beyond perfect, it was beautiful. It gave her a sense mysterious sense of security. She opted to look around the place, placing her hand over her lips.

If only she would turn then maybe she would change her mind, because her image was still smiling.

Beauty can be overwhelming sometimes. Mia punishes herself for being what the society calls 'ugly' striving to create a picture perfect image. She builds up an odd obsession to mirrors.

But no matter the clearest mirror she'll get, she's still the same old face. This time however, the mirror is not only the clearest, it's the scariest... She ends up being thrown into a world belonging to the dark forces, and she has no choice but to choose survival, that is until she is able to escape and claim her old life and stolen identity back.

Charming Luscious, a demon in training has other plans and so does a few who come to learn of a mortal in their world.

1 month later
reaching forward, a dark mirror apeared within my grasp, and than i flicked it out of my hand...  it began to spin in the air... and than began to circle around in front of me....
[ Mirror of Desire, Reflect my will... ]
i spoke ever so slowly....
and immeadiatly after the last word was finished.... a mirror reflected all the continents under my reign.... and soon after a portal for each ruler appeared,
and they began to step through it... the leader of the ebon blade and Northrend, one of my first and most powerful creations, stepped through the portal, slowly... and his cold blue eyes... wielding shadowmourne in his hand....
souls swirled around him and his blade... and he was followed by two ebon blade knights.....
he was the leader of the northern borders of my realm.
"My god..." his voice cold and frosty.... but filled with a sense of vague inner warmth... warmth for his creator perhaps? his god? his belief?
"please sit, arthas." a throne like the one in icecrown, formed at my will... it was completely covered in snow, and frost, along along with skulls... the bones of a dragon...
"by your will..." he got up from his kneeling position, and sat down upon the made throne by his god... melting his icy heart... for but a moment....
the two knights stood at his side...
holding their rune blades in a ceremonial position...
slowly another entity stepped through the portal... it was a dragonid... with black scales across his forelegs and forearms.... he wore a simple black kimono, across his body.... his white skin, was a creamy white..... while his eyes were red.... his hair red hair went down his back tied up in a pony tail.... with two large horns extending out from his temples, completely black in colour like ram horns....
this was Hains....equal in power to Arthas.
"Hains...."
he kneeled down on knee... and arched his back, with his fist to the ground... 
"my god."

than again with my will... a black obisidian throne was created on one side, opisite arthas...
soon 6 figures began to appear through one of the portals...  clad in dark gothic gowns, or tuxedos.... 
"council."
"my god." x6
than small, thrones appeared....
and finally Julius appeared with Five pairs of black wings upon his back.... he wore a drapped roman gown across his body.... he was perfect in appearance, with long straight hair.... and baangs framed his face, his eyes were compeletely black, like endless pools.... 
"julius...."
he slowly flapped his wings, creating a massive gust in the throne room, tinged with a dark aura, the wind turned a mild black....
no one was phased in the room, everyone had their kinks, even if they were created by a god....
he kneeled down placing his hand where  his heart is... and kneeled down before me.... 
i created a throne for him, as well, witch i gestured for him to go and sit, and he did so, without hesistration....
"how are my orders being handled?"
it was arthas who answered first... 
"Northrend, has been handled... stray demons that were leaderless have been brought under me.... shown... the power of their king. and their god!"

Following a chuuni otaku with a large disregard of human life, who gets reincarnated with 5 wishe

Having had half a day to spare, I stay in the bookstore until it's almost seven.
During this time, I can't refuse the owner's repeated offers. I reluctantly take a small slice of lemon cake, a set of pasta with minced meat, and two grilled sausages that had been battered and fried with spicy chicken powder.
I don't need dinner… I rub my belly and decide to take a walk home.
This helps with digestion.
The only problem is that the weather is hot and stuffy. If I walk in this weather for a while, I'll definitely sweat.
However, ever since I entered society, I've always had the habit of taking a shower everyday. And today, I'm also preparing to wash some clothes, so I'm not too averse to sweating.
To my surprise, perhaps because of the Assassin beverage, I managed to passively lose weight. I don't even have a tummy. Furthermore, I'm good at using the shadows to hide myself. When I return to my rented apartment, I've only sweated a fifth of what I expected.
That medium lady, Madam Daly, will be here at nine. There's still about two hours left. With more than enough time, I decide to use the fan after my shower, and to play some games.
As for using the air conditioner, the weather isn't too hot. Besides, after becoming an Assassin, I feel that I have a strong tolerance for heat and stuffy conditions.
To be honest, this cannot be considered unbearable. It's just that I don't really feel that hot and stuffy.
When I enter the bathroom, I glance at the mirror and suddenly think of a question:
That female ghost was introduced by Detective Sherlock Moriarty to protect me and investigate that mysterious cult. She hasn't shown any intention of harming me. Should I remind her that I've found a medium, so she should hide in advance?
She doesn't have any ill intentions. She's very friendly. Besides, my reason for dealing with that mysterious cult is reasonably convincing… She must've sensed Madam Daly's power last night. Even if I don't tell her, she should be able to guess what will happen next… I think for a moment and make up my mind.
However, a new problem rears its head:
How should I warn her?
I don't even know where she is or how I should contact her!
Looking around, I can't find any clues. It seems like I'm the only person in the room.
Uh, yes, there's only one person, but who knows if there are any ghosts.
Perhaps she's hiding somewhere and I can just talk to the air? It's rather silly talking to myself… I recall last night and cast my gaze back at the mirror.
Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I whisper, "I've hired a medium. She'll be here at nine."
As soon as I finish speaking, the mirror in front of me turns dark, as if the surrounding light had been sucked in.
The pale female ghost wearing a small bonnet and a retro dress appears in the mirror and nods gently.
"Thank you."
In a second, her image disappears and the mirror returns to normal.
I heave a sigh of relief and hang up my clothes before I start to take a shower.
As I shower, I suddenly freeze.
Since the female ghost has already left, why am I spending so much money to hire a medium?
The female ghost clearly has no ill intentions, and she's even secretly protecting me. Why would I spend so much money to hire a medium?
That's 20,000 yuan, with a maximum of 50,000!
Wouldn't that be a waste of money?
While taking pity on my wallet, I feel the need to think of a way to cancel the contract.
Anyways, it's still early. As long as Madam Daly doesn't live in the suburbs, she probably hasn't set off yet.
But I can't be sure that the female ghost doesn't have any ill intentions… In my hesitation, I wipe myself dry and put on my clothes.
After careful consideration, I decided to use the strategy of delaying things to hold back on the exorcism assignment.
During this process, if I discover something amiss, I'll immediately get Madam Daly to come over!
Sigh, it's really embarrassing to break a contract… I return to my room, pick up my phone, and send a message to SleepingWithCorpses.
"Madam Daly, the ghost that is haunting me seems to have left."
This is the truth, but I didn't explain why.
"Indeed…" After more than ten seconds, Madam Daly replies, "Could it be that the restrictions I did last night scared her away? Or maybe you were too much of a pervert and scared her away. Didn't I ask you to watch 'A Chinese Ghost Story' and learn how to interact with female ghosts?"
I feel that it's more likely that 'A Chinese Ghost Story' will make the female ghost shy… I didn't dare reply as I cautiously say,
"I don't know.
"How about this? Don't come over today. I'll keep an eye out for a few more days. If the female ghost really doesn't appear again, then forget it. If there's any problem, I'll let you know again. How about that?"
After some hesitation, I add, "I can reimburse you for your preparations. No, I mean pay a reasonable fee."
"Let's do this for now. I thought I could catch a female ghost and play with it. 😔" Madam Daly sends an emoji.
Hearing this, I relax. I feel like I've earned a huge sum of money.
After settling this matter, I happily play games.
At eleven o'clock, I decided to go downstairs to buy some delicious food to reward myself as I didn't spend any money for dinner and didn't have to pay for the exorcism.
"Eggplants, I have to have roasted eggplants…" I mutter as I rush out of the estate.
Before I can choose the barbecue stall, I see those punks again.
Among them, the hooligan nicknamed "Dani" is seriously handing out flyers.
His dyed, charred-yellow hair, eyebrows, and his introduction of the description of tutoring class form a strong contrast.
This tutoring class is interesting… I glance around and see an acquaintance sitting at the barbecue stall on the right.
Miss Bernie Huang!
How is a rich young lady like her eating at a roadside barbecue stall? Does CEO Huang know? I casually size up Miss Huang's companion.
If it was a guy, hehe, that would be amazing gossip!
Uh, a girl wearing black-framed glasses. She's not too old, about the same age as Miss Huang… I feel full of regret and was about to retract my gaze.
At this moment, Miss Huang raises her head and looks over.
At this moment, our eyes meet.
She immediately stands up and walks towards me.
This is a little awkward… However, there's nothing to feel awkward about. I live nearby, so what's wrong with coming out to eat some barbecue? I stand my ground and wait for Miss Huang and her friend to come over.
Miss Huang stops in front of me and tersely acknowledges my presence.
"I have something I need your help with."
The girl in black-framed glasses beside her asks curiously, "Father, who is he?"
Pfft… What kind of address is that? The relationship between youngsters nowadays is so complicated… I'm actually at a loss as to how to respond. I can only force the corners of my mouth to curl up as I express my doubts with a smile.
"We had a bet in our dorm. Whoever lost had to address the winner as father," Miss Bernie Huang explains.
She points at the girl beside her.
"Her family runs a tutoring class.
"I would like you to register for the Dream Tutoring Classes and sit in for their classes.
"I'll pay for it. I'll also pay you a fee for the work you do later."
Register for the tutoring class… I can't help but turn my head to look at the hooligans who are seriously handing out flyers.


With the rising tide of steam power and machinery, who can come close to being a Beyonder? Shrouded in the fog of history and darkness, who or what is the lurking evil that murmurs into our ears?

Waking up to be faced with a string of mysteries, Zhou Mingrui finds himself reincarnated as Klein Moretti in an alternate Victorian era world where he sees a world filled with machinery, cannons, dreadnoughts, airships, difference machines, as well as Potions, Divination, Hexes, Tarot Cards, Sealed Artifacts… 

The Light continues to shine but mystery has never gone far. Follow Klein as he finds himself entangled with the Churches of the world—both orthodox and unorthodox—while he slowly develops newfound powers thanks to the Beyonder potions.

Like the corresponding tarot card, The Fool, which is numbered 0—a number of unlimited potential—this is the legend of "The Fool."



John Harris woke in the dark bedroom. 

His wife, apparently also awake, sat still and upright next to him. Though the bed was warm, he could feel a slightly warmer body heat emanating from Megan through her red silk negligee. 

“Megan? Are you all right, Hon?” he asked. She hadn’t woken in the middle of the night, since the breakthrough. Or if she had, John slept through it. 

Megan made a strange, hoarse noise, like clearing her throat. 

“Go back to sleep,” Megan said. 

John’s eyelids, suddenly incredibly heavy, fluttered as his body hastened to obey the psychic command which the woman next to him wasn’t even aware she’d given. 

“You sound… like… you’re getting… a cold,” he murmured as sleep claimed him. Yet even as he drifted away, impelled by an irresistible force, he realized something was wrong. 

Megan was never ill. 

Carefully, slowly, Megan lifted the covers and stepped out of the bed. She padded noiselessly through the open door into the night light-lit bathroom. Closing the door, she turned on the light and inspected herself in the wall-length mirror above the long counter and its two white porcelain sinks. 

She caught her breath just a bit at her appearance as she raised a slim, semi-long-nailed hand to the thick and glossy but short, sleep-rumpled black hair. It framed well her patrician face, the big brown eyes under arched brows, the straight nose, full lips, and strong, rounded chin. 

She saw the hairbrush in its holder by the counter, and reached for it, but then hesitated and withdrew her hand. The brush wobbled in the holder for just a second. Then it rose into the air and drifted into Megan’s waiting hand. 

 
 

Her eyes on her mirror reflection, the red silk-clad woman brushed her hair, slowly. She released the brush. It continued its work without her guiding hand; short slow strokes restoring some order to the black, tousled hair. 

She looked upward to where she knew a tiny web-camera recorded the scene. 

“Edward,” she breathed. “Do you see? We have done it!” 

She nodded in the direction of the brush-holder on the counter. Obediently, the brush left off its stroking, flew back to the holder and settled itself in. 

“No need to be sloppy with your things,” she said to someone who appeared not present. 

She seemed to listen for a moment, then she laughed softly. 

“But I will do as I please with him,” she said. 

She looked again at her reflection, then down at her own red silk-clad body, as if to confirm what she saw in the mirror. The negligee fit her loosely, v-necked, with three-quarter sleeves and dropping midway down her bare thighs. 

She noted Megan’s pink toenails with amusement. 

Melnikova, in total control of the body and abilities of Megan Harris, stepped out of the bathroom. A helpless prisoner in a remote corner of her own mind, yet one who could clearly see, hear and feel, Megan screamed, wept and fought. Silently. Uselessly. Helplessly. 

Please don’t hurt my husband, she begged. 

“Husband,” said Melnikova in Megan’s voice. “Awake!”

When two small-town women find themselves with nearly unlimited powers of mind and body, their lives get complicated. Things turn nasty as a shadowy organization attempts to use Megan and Trish for their own evil ends, and destroy them, their town and the USA in the process.

"Blood that cries out from the ground cultivated the marks, strings and revelation of shrewed seed for the mercy seat."

Vopshi got held by the King to remain by his side as the Chief's under his wings traverse to the valley of destruction. He tried to argue and win his spot to guide them but the King's decision remained unshaken. Vopshi got speechless when the King handed a commincator device. It was a peanut size tablet with antenna line. 
"Someone needs to communicate with them inside the Palace. My absence will affect the current court meeting. I am counting on you Mayor Vopshi." The King informed as he waltz with dignity on the huge Palace wall. 

King Ashbel Aziza III,  His blue violet locks and red pupil made him look like a guy with an impression that he is not just a prince charming but also a knight and shinning armour. He was said to be the first ever King who live with the commoners before ascending the throne. The more reason why his current policies are to serve and respect people. His long term quest made him the most loved and nominated King even at the age of 49. Plus his baby face made every woman squeal. 

Vopshi repented for doubting the King's plan. Sometimes his screw would got lose to the point he can't see the purpose of unexpected routes. He stared at the window that captures the aerial view of the islands where their Pastors are held.

Jogli wiped his glasses.  His silver pupil blinks. He put on the glasses to look at his reflection on the mirror. His red hair was turvy. Mahli's reflection from the mirror made him smile. Her short permy dark cream locks framed her yellowish skin and pink eyes.  They got married at a young age but people say that he acts like a father figure because of his perfectionist side. His wife just came out from the shower. Jogli was so immersed with his work and temporary leading the village that he neglected being a husband.  Mahli spread their blanket and settle herself on the bed. Jogli turned off the light and spooned his wife. Her snoring made him chuckle.

Elim heared a sharp loud cry from the hall. One of the Pastors decline what their kidnappers are asking him to do. After a while,  the men wearing black capes drag a bloody body of one Pastor whom they beat up. His warning tone echoed all through out. 
"Listen up folks, Witness how your co-saint get burns to ashes. His stubborn belief and faith will send him a fast-forward toward your so called heaven."
Their mocking laugh accompanied the flame burning in their sight. One of the men shouted. 
"Who else want to get burnt and descend to that paradise you dream off?"
All the Pastors inside their cell united and uplift both of their hands.  The men laughed and roared but the Pastors remained brave and unified. Their laugh got stained with nervousness. Every single saint they have locked displayed determination. Their ground got shaken when a sudden explosion happened within the enemies medical ward and technical room. A guard came running and screamed. 
"Uncage the prisoners and bind them. We need to get out of here, one of the experiment failed!"
The men started unlocking each prison cell. The Pastors defended their selves and escaped from the enemies lair as in the midst of the commotion. Due to the explosion they got scattered from all direction. 

Tirzah and the gang felt the qauke from the island to the sea. Their destination created a massive eruption that wrecked their mission. Guni got elected as the team leader.  Guni can see the furious approach of burnt object and he commanded the team to jump out of the ship. A flaming piece of the building is heading toward their ship.
The cold and greenish water got surfaced by a gray thick smoke as the glowing gaseous consumed their foundation. Guni made the signal to swim toward the nearest shore. 

Elim woke up as Vaniah is tying up a bondage unto the wound upon his left arm. A woman that resembles the sunrise stood behind Vaniah. Her shoulder length hair remind him of the chief that got published on the newspaper with Tirzah. She introduced herself as Joah Gog from the village of Euph. When she smiled she resembled her brother. 
"Rest for now, Pastor Elim the two went out to look for a food."  Joah advised. 
The bushes got noisy when the two men appeared. They sat down and eat the fruits they gathered. The man with velvet  hair handed Elim some berries. He is the Pastor of Festo, he introduced himself as Bigvai. His peach eyes twinkled when Elim thanked him. The other Pastor bit his apple and surveyed the area for a better location. His dark green curly locks touched the tip of his glasses that framed his gray eyeballs. Zaccur adjusted his foggy glasses and pointed that they needed to sleep under the bushes together since they won't know when will their abductors attack them. Due to their lack of sleep during the past few days they all burried themselves under the yellowtops bushes. 

Jahleel used his gun's peeking accessories like a telescope to spot anything from a distant. He caught a number of men in black cape approaching toward their site. Thankfully Guni had the team search for a cave by the sea. Iconio constructed a bait by the entrance. Igos and Uel hid their things. 
Tirzah's stayed inside the cave with Sered as a bait to lure the strangers. 

Guni made the signal for Jahleel to fire his gun upward to invite the men in cape. It's as the King describes, they all held wore a black cape with a skull printings. Guni's plan worked and they successfully captured the men.  
Tirzah played well to provoke their targets. 

Elim got jolted up  from the sound of firegun. His heart begun to thirst the blood he used to rapture with his own flesh. His mind drifted to the past where he was the one who haunted and planted horror to someone's life.

When God literally Breath you out of Love.. You will never lose the wonder.

Twenty minutes later, Jessi couldnt believe the creature staring back at her in the mirror.  Her red hair was swept up in a loose, low, messy bun just above her neck.  Eyes framed in extravagantly long black lashes blinked back at her.  She pursed her velvety, ruby-red lips, turning her head this way and that.  

The effect was remarkableshe no longer looked like Jessi Crenshaw, wedding planner.  She looked more like a sultry seductress, particularly when her eyes moved further down.  As shed predicted, the purple and silver corset came up to just below her breasts.  The halter straps that continued up and around the back of her neck served to make sure the girls were pushed front and center.  She wasnt sure whether it was the cool of the room or her excitement that rendered her nipples into tight, pink points. 

The sheer black tulle skirt hung to the tops of her thighs and did nothing to hide the fact that, as shed discovered to her surprise, there were no panties to go with the outfit.  The garter straps served to merely frame her exposed pussy while the sheer skirt did little to obscure it from view.  

Thankfully the shoes were low enough to be comfortable.  Jessi had no idea how long she might have to stand on them.  With one last glance in the mirror, she opened the bathroom door and headed back to Judd.

He let out a low whistle as she entered the room.  Holy hell, Jessi, you are something else.

She was momentarily too distracted by his appearance to complain about the lack of coverage.  He wore tight black leather jeans topped by a black silk shirt which was unbuttoned to the waist.  As he moved, every ripple of every muscle was on display.  The long sleeves were unbuttoned and folded up to the middle of his strong forearms.

You lookwow, she managed.  But seriously, Judd, how am I going to get to the club without being arrested for indecent exposure?

He smiled knowingly.  Ive got it all under control, Angel.  He reached into the closet and withdrew a long black satin hooded cloak.  He placed it around her shoulders.  See, he pulled up the hood, which shrouded her head, youll be fine.  But, before we go anywhere, he removed the cloak and draped it over a chair, a couple more finishing touches.  

From his pocket, he produced the red-jeweled butt plug.  A wicked grin marked his face and he crooked his finger in a come hither motion.  Assume the position, Angel.

Suppressing a smile, Jessi moved to the side of the bed and leaned over, cheekily arching her lower back and pushing her bottom high.  Judd smoothed his hand over her cheeks before using his thumbs to peel them open.  He pressed light kisses to the place where her dimples of Venus crowned the top of her crack, but then he moved lower, using his tongue to caress her tight rim.  

Jessi moaned at the stimulation as he breached the puckered bud with the tip of his tongue, lapping with unhurried, languid motions.  Okay, Angel, here we go.  Jessi felt a cool sensation as he generously applied lube to the cleft between her cheeks.  Then she felt the cold steel of the plug as Judd pressed it against her rear entrance.  Closing her eyes, she blew out and willed her muscles to relax.  As she did, she felt the pop of the object sliding into place.  

Nicely done, Jessi.  Good girl, Judd said as he used a cloth to remove the excess lube and helped her to stand.  

One last item, he said.  He presented her with a black Venetian lace mask. I have one like it.  Well, nearly anyway.  The Fantasy Ball is a masquerade.  No one will ever know who we are.

Using the tip of her forefinger, Jessi lightly stroked the beautiful creation.  Delicate black filigree would cover most of her face from her upper lip to her forehead, and the mask had dramatic white rhinestone brows that arched from the inner corners of her eyes to the middle of her temples.  She held the mask in place while Judd fastened it behind her head.

He watched her thoughtfully for a second.  Go look in the mirror.

Jessi went into the bathroom and stopped when she saw herself.  The transformation literally took her breath away.  Yes, she was about to go topless, and virtually bottomless for that matter, into a public place.  But with the lashes and the lipstick and the mask?  And her hair up?  Topped off with the mask, she looked like anything but herself.  She looked like a wanton, hedonistic submissive out to please her Dom.  

She smiled happily and returned to the bedroom.  Judd had put on his own mask, similar in style and shape to hers, without the rhinestone accents.  She started to say something, but Judd stopped her with a look.  

Knees, Angel.  Now.  His tone was terse and directive, and she felt a renewed rush of moisture in her loins as she knelt where he pointed.

Arms behind her back, bare breasts pushed out, she melted into a submissive pose and closed her eyes, relaxing into the moment.  A puff of air brushed her face as the scent of rich leather enveloped Jessi.  She felt the comfortably familiar embrace of her collar as Judd fastened the buckle behind her neck.  Shortly after, she heard a metallic clink as Judd connected the heavy chain lead to the D-ring on the front of the collar.  

So everyone knows youre owned, Angel.  By me.    

He pulled her to his thigh and sighed deeply.  Good girl, he murmured, gently petting her head.  Now lets go.



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Traveling the world is the job of a lifetime.
No wonder they fell in love.
Too bad Luke forgot to mention to Bella that he’s Dominant.
LOST & BOUND
Spoiled Hollywood starlet Shasta is used to getting her own way.
She’s met her match in Dominant mountain man Blake.
FOR SPARROW
Judd promised to look after young widow Jessi until she finds a new Dominant.
What if he’d like to be that man?
WARRIOR MINE
Can strong, independent single mom Jackie possibly agree to submit to Dominant outdoorsman Scott?
Sex scenes/explicit content, Suggest age range 18+
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