All Chapters of Rise of the Phoenix Wolf: Chapter 81 - Chapter 85

OCTAVIA. He spread his hands, a gesture meant to look magnanimous but which only highlighted the tremor of rage running through him."You must be afraid."I barked out a genuine laugh, sharp, cutting through the night like a blade."Oh, Vlady," I taunted him. "I brought witnesses."The silence that followed was absolute. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.Someone behind me coughed into his fist, very obviously disguising a laugh. The sound was like gasoline on a fire. Vladimir's jaw flexed, his entire body going rigid with the effort of containing whatever was clawing at the inside of his chest."You believe numbers will save you?""I believe planning ahead is generally considered a positive personality trait," I replied, my tone light even as I felt the temperature around me gradually climb. I gestured vaguely toward his castle, and I could see his hands curl into fists at his sides. "You should try it sometime."His crimson eyes flashed. A warning, a promise of violence."I've

ROMAN. A vampire shrieked as Creed’s jaws closed around his forearm. The satisfying crunch of bones echoed through the courtyard. He shook him once before releasing him entirely. His body sailed through the air, crashing into two more vampires charging toward us. The three of them collided in a spectacular tangle of limbs, robes, and wounded pride before skidding across the ground.We watched others jump out of the way of the three idiots.‘You know,’ Creed drawled, his amusement rippling through our shared consciousness, ‘for creatures that spend centuries pretending they’re terrifying…’ he paused dramatically, ‘vampires scream an awful lot.’He then proceeded to mimic the scream of our latest victim. It was spot on.‘Maybe it’s a mating call,’ I mused.Creed barked out a laugh so hard that his shoulders shook. The nearest vampires stared at him like he’d lost his mind. That was almost adorable. They followed a centuries-old predator who treated consent like a punchline, yet somehow,

STORM. B The realization moved through him like a physical blow. His shoulders tensed. His breathing—that careful, controlled undead breathing—hitched almost imperceptibly. His hand clenched into a fist at his side. One way or another, his reign of terror ended tonight.And he finally understood it."I've been thinking about you," I mentioned casually, grinning at him.Vladimir's jaw tightened."Across two lifetimes." I tilted my head, studying him like a specimen. "Do you know what I've discovered?"His expression remained carefully neutral, but his eyes betrayed him—a flicker of something that might have been fear."You're disappointing."One elegant brow lifted. A tell. He hadn't expected me to say that."The infamous Vladimir." I gestured around the courtyard with one flaming hand, my claws leaving trails of light as I moved it. "I expected... more.""More what?" His voice was controlled, but I heard the edge beneath it."Everything." I stepped closer, and the Phoenix fire flared