All Chapters of Mine: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

A violent tremor rippled through the castle, shaking dust from the ceiling and rattling the iron chains on the walls. Astrid tightened her grip on Frederick as he swayed, still unsteady from what he had just done. Ron’s head snapped up, eyes widening. “That came from above,” Ron said. “Something’s happening.” Frederick already knew. “Magnus,” he whispered. Without another word, he pushed off Astrid and sprinted out of the dungeon. His body ached, his vision blurred at the edges, but he didn’t stop. Astrid and Ron were right behind him, their hurried footsteps echoing through the stone corridors. As soon as they reached the main hall, the heavy doors exploded outward. A shockwave of dark energy surged through the room, knocking over tables and sending chairs skidding across the floor. The torches flickered violently, casting eerie, shifting shadows on the walls. In the center of the chaos stood Magnus. Or what was left of him. His breathing was ragged, his posture rigid.

Derek’s vision blurred as he pushed himself up from the wreckage. Blood dripped from a cut on his brow, but he barely registered the pain. His focus was locked entirely on Magnus—on the way his claws dug into Elia’s throat, on the way her skin was paling as the dark magic siphoned her life. Not again. Derek roared, his power surging. His body burned with raw energy, his veins glowing with an ethereal blue light—his own magic awakening in full force. He had always been strong, faster than most, but this was different. This was pure will forged into strength, a force that could match even Magnus’s corrupted power. “Let her go!” In the blink of an eye, Derek moved. One moment he was across the room—the next, he was between Magnus and Elia, his fist slamming into Magnus’s ribs with the force of a collapsing mountain. A deafening crack echoed through the hall. Magnus was ripped from Elia, his body flung backward as if struck by a tidal wave. He crashed through the far wall,

Elia gasped, tears spilling as Magnus’s eyes—now their normal stormy gray—blinked sluggishly up at her. His breathing was labored, his body trembling from exhaustion. “Magnus!” Elia sobbed, cupping his face in her hands. “Can you hear me?” His gaze focused on her, recognition flickering through the fog of pain. His lips parted, but no sound came. His throat worked as if struggling to find his voice. “Elia…” he finally rasped, barely above a whisper. She let out a broken laugh, pressing her forehead to his, her relief overwhelming. “You’re back.” But Derek wasn’t convinced yet. He could still feel it—the lingering darkness, the residue of corruption coiling beneath Magnus’s skin. This wasn’t over. Frederick took a cautious step forward, his dagger still in hand, his expression grim. “Is it really him?” he asked, his voice heavy with uncertainty. Magnus flinched, squeezing his eyes shut as if fighting something deep inside. “It’s… still there,” he admitted hoarsely. “I ca

A shockwave of golden light erupted from Derek’s hands, colliding with the darkness inside Magnus. The air crackled, raw energy tearing through the room, sending furniture splintering and books flying from shelves.For a moment, everything froze—light and darkness locked in battle, neither yielding.Then—Magnus screamed.The sound wasn’t human. It was something ancient, something wrong—as if two souls were ripping apart inside him.Frederick shielded Elia as black veins pulsed across Magnus’s skin, the corruption fighting back.“Derek!” Frederick shouted, his voice barely audible over the roaring energy. “Whatever you’re doing—DO IT FASTER!”Derek gritted his teeth, pouring everything he had into the light. His hands burned—his entire body burned—but he pushed harder.“Magnus!” he yelled. “*You are stronger than this! Fight it—fight for them!”For a flicker of a second—Magnus’s face changed.His eyes cleared. His body trembled, caught between two forces.He turned his head—saw Elia.“

The moment Ron plunged the dagger into the center of the rune circle, the dungeon shuddered, as if the very walls were resisting what was about to happen.A low, guttural sound escaped Alan’s throat—not pain, not fear, but something else. Something that made the air feel heavier, like a storm on the verge of breaking.“You really don’t know what you’re doing,” Alan rasped, his voice strained but laced with dark amusement. “You think you can just rip my magic away?”Derek ignored him, his fingers pressing into the ground as he channeled his power into the runes. Flames flared brighter, twisting into serpentine patterns, dancing along the stones.“Hold him!” Ron commanded, and Frederick tightened his grip, the chains of energy constricting, forcing Alan down onto his knees.Alan’s body convulsed, his breathing ragged. The magic inside him—twisted, corrupted—was being pulled, and even he could feel it slipping from his grasp.“It’s working,” Ron said through gritted teeth. “But it’s not