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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!

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Clare vs Jonathan (2)

When Clare saw Jamal, she suddenly felt a bit of shyness because of the way she was dressed. 

She breathed before she pointed out while looking at him with displeasure, "You haven't slept at all!"

"I was about to leave, but I wanted to see if you were okay. I saw the light on, and I thought I would come over to make sure," Jamal replied with a smile. 

Clare looked at him and, walking towards him, and then she said with a grateful look, "Thank you for not letting me hurt anyone ... Well, besides you."

Jamal walked towards her. When he was standing in front of her, Jamal took the girl's hand, and he squeezed it lightly before he said, "You can never hurt me. Remember that, always."

His other hand went up to the young woman's face. Clare could not help but closed her eyes felt the warmth of his touch. It was something that Clare knew was more of a privilege, to be touched and not hurt anyone.