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Chapter 13: Bloodlines and Bullet Holes
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Fear never kicked down the door. It seeped in slow, insidious as rot, searching for the smallest cracks and crawling through the stone, slow and sour, settling wherever loyalty frayed or courage thinned to nothing. Nyxara tasted it—metallic and sharp, heavy as old blood on her tongue, thickening the air with every measured breath. Cassian wasn’t swinging wild anymore. He was watching, every muscle coiled, his eyes tracking every twitch, every shallow exhale, waiting for someone to snap under the weight.The council chamber was locked down tighter than a tomb. Iron doors barred any escape, guards stationed at every entrance, the floor thrumming with the pulse of layered wards, ancient and new. No windows to the outside world, no tunnels to slip away, no lies left to hide behind. Just stone and iron and consequence.Twelve council members circled the table, tension humming between them, twelve heartbeats pounding out the rhythm of fear. Nyxara stood at the head, unmoving, sharp as a bla
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The eastern tunnels reeked of old blood and wet stone, the scent thick as a shroud. Each breath tasted of violence and memory, and Nyxara loathed every inch. The weight of the past pressed in from all sides—these were the city’s buried veins, carved out by desperate hands long before she ever wore a crown. Down here, the air was colder, heavier, and every echo of her footsteps felt like a trespass.This was the underbelly, a labyrinth where secrets and sins seeped into the stone. Once, smugglers and runners had claimed these shadows, slipping through the dark with stolen goods and whispered rumors. Now, Cassian owned these corridors more than she ever had, his influence spreading like rot. Knowing he commanded these depths, that he watched her from somewhere unseen, made her skin itch beneath her armor.Torches flickered and spat along the walls, their flames weak against the darkness. Her wolves fanned out, silent and lethal—living shadows in a place that had forgotten sunlight. Kael
White Wolf: Blood Moon Rising” Chapter 15: Blood Debts
The city didn’t so much wake as shudder—an involuntary spasm, as if some invisible fist had landed deep in its core. The streets didn’t bustle to life; they flinched, the shadows recoiling from the half-light. Somewhere, far below the skin of familiar alleys and crumbling towers, something fundamental had shifted.Nyxara was the first to sense it—before the shrill rise of sirens, before fear found its voice in the throats of the sleeping. The air itself trembled. It pressed cold and sour against her tongue: the taste of iron, of rot, of old blood left to sour in the gutters. She swallowed, and her wolf bristled beneath her skin—a restless, growling presence, claws scraping at the inside of her ribs. The message was clear: something had trespassed here, something terrible and deliberate, while the city’s eyes were closed.Cassian had moved again. And every time he moved, the city seemed less hers.She stood over the war table, shoulders rigid, as the night’s reports piled up in a grim
White Wolf: Blood Moon Rising” Chapter 14: The Devil’s Dinner
Celeste hated charity events. Too many fake smiles. Too many vultures circling, hungry for her money or a drop of her blood. The glittering invitations always promised goodwill, but the air always reeked of avarice, desperation poorly disguised as genteel laughter.But tonight, she had to play the part. Untouchable. Alive. The one everyone watched. Her presence was currency, her absence a scandal—so she walked into the lion’s den with her chin high, spine steel, every movement deliberate.The ballroom was a fever dream of gold and crystal. Chandeliers hung heavy, dripping light like icicles about to break. Every surface shimmered, every face carefully arranged, but the beauty was brittle—one wrong move and the pretense would shatter. High society glittered on the surface, but under the silk and etiquette prowled wolves and mafia dons. They laughed too loud, stared too long, bowed just a bit too slow. Every greeting was a dance of veiled threats and subtle power plays, masks hiding hun
White Wolf: Blood Moon Rising” Chapter 13: Bloodlines and Bullet Holes
The city didn’t sleep. It simmered, restless and raw, nerves stretched tight beneath neon and shadow, humming with the kind of anticipation that curdled into dread. Every window watched. Every alleyway listened. There was a sense—impossible to ignore—that something catastrophic hovered on the horizon. Celeste pressed her palms to the cold railing of her penthouse balcony, the world sprawling beneath her like a living thing. Violet energy frothed beneath her skin, restless, electric, threading through her veins and demanding release. The city’s heartbeat thumped in time with hers, quick, expectant, ready to explode.Behind her, Kael’s presence gathered like a storm. Gold light shimmered around him, brushing up against her senses, wrapping her in a heat that both steadied and stoked the fire inside her. He was a paradox: her anchor, grounding her when the wolf snarled for blood, and her greatest temptation—the spark that made her wonder how glorious it would feel to let everything burn.
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The Vale Estate brooded under a heavy silence, the kind that presses in on the bones and promises calamity. Something about the night felt wound tight, each breath electric, as if the marble and velvet halls themselves trembled on the verge of violence. The world outside seemed to hold itself in check, bracing for the scream that would inevitably shatter the quiet. Celeste prowled those corridors, every footfall deliberate, every movement a challenge. Violet energy shimmered around her skin, a living warning, while inside, her wolf prowled restlessly—an untamed presence, teeth bared at threats only she could sense.Kael was there at her side, never quite in step but always perfectly attuned. He moved with the predatory calm of a storm about to break, his golden aura flickering in the wake of her violent light. Together, they were more than just partners—they were a force, a legend whispered about in both reverence and fear. Where Celeste was a dare, Kael was the answer, and the two of
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