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Vanessa thought that was fair enough ransom. That evening, Ian loaded her old room, still in the servant quarters with multicolored figurines, his nails filled with clay which meant his bath had been hasty. His t-shirt was inside out. There stood Calvin, Vanessa had never gotten a glimpse of his physical form before. Only known him in her mind, and yet the she knew, out of all the clay dolls, which one was him. The mud was in black paint, his hair in neat locks. Raven-like. And it all began again. What if she could've saved him? What if all her kind, including Ian, could be protected from the terrible fate all at once? They won't have to re-invent themselves, walk a tight rope every morning. If not that, then she hoped they too had a Noah in their life. That's when the small body slammed to her side.

But this was not what Caitlin wanted: she needed to heal Scarlet, not kill her. As she finished yet another book and slid it aside, with still no mention of healing anywhere, she began to feel a sense of despair. She lifted the final book on the stack, a small, leather-bound volume with a red spine, entitled De Fascino Libri Tres by Leonardo Vairo. Caitlin summoned her knowledge of Latin, and knew that translated to: Three Books of Charms, Spells and Sorceries.

He rushed over to her bedside, pushing the nurse call button as he tried to keep her from tearing out her IV. “Jordyn, baby, calm down.” He tried to get her to settle down. She glanced up at him with her pitch black eyes. “I’m not your experiment.” Vivian’s voice was cruel and unforgiving. Jayce put his hand on her shoulder, trying to get her to regain control or at least recognize him. She jerked her head to look at his hand then back at him and he knew what was going to happen. He braced himself as he was being thrown across the room by her force. He barely missed the window and left some cracking in the drywall. He warned them that they should have put her in the reinforced rooms that were for badly injured wolves that hadn’t regained control yet.

Drake laughed, and then whispered into Zac's ear, "Does your body feel the urge to explode?" Zac turned to face him and looked him square in the eye. "The only urge I feel is to kill you." And with that, Zac thrust his hand into Drake's chest, but before he could rip out his heart, the brunette vamp pulled Zac off and threw him across the room, as I stepped between them. In the flutter of a butterfly's wing, the brunette vamp aimed his Uzi at my chest, as Drake pulled himself from the ground, recovering. In a flash, Zac was on his feet. His eyes hard as steel, he stepped purposefully toward Drake when the brunette vamp pulled the trigger on the Uzi, and it was pointed at Zac.

As Caitlin flew over the Bronx, she was horrified to see the extent of the devastation occurring on the streets beneath her. On block after block, there was bloodshed, vampires gorging on humans, openly in the night. There were also humans attacking humans, trying to flee in the chaos. It was anarchy. And she couldn’t help but feel responsible. If she’d had just held onto the Sword, if she hadn’t let it slip away, perhaps none of this would’ve happened.

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Cainan started, and Vanessa dropped the picture of him and Neriah back on his desk and turned to him. “On one condition,” she answered. “Which is?” “Do you still have my book, which you swore you were going to keep safe?” she asked, her thick brows rising with interest. “Ten ways to catch a murderer,” he answered with a small smile and bobbed his head, “I have it.” “Can I see it?” “Sure thing.” he got up from the couch across his office and made his way to the inner room, beckoning on to Vanessa who followed behind silently.

It was an image of Scarlet’s face. Caitlin felt her stomach roll with anguish. How had her daughter’s face come to be on this ancient text in a lost vampire library? Once again, she thought of destiny. It was as though everything had already been decided. No, it was more than that. If felt as though everything that was happening now had already happened before, as if they were living in a constant loop with history swirling round and round, repeating ad infinitum. The life she was living was just one cycle, one in which the outcome had been predicted before, but was not set in stone. She could change the premonitions and prophecies. Whatever was supposed to happen, she still had control over whether it did or did not. Caitlin opened the cover and scanned the title page of the book. Looking at it made her heart stop. The title was: The Last Vampire. And the author of the book was C. Paine.

“If Rupert was speaking the truth, he’s returning with a few cyborgs. I don’t know what I fear most; Baelil and his crazy pack of gangsters or Rupert and his cyborgs.” “I’d say it’s Rupert and his cyborgs,” bellowed Rupert as he sauntered into their camp like he hadn’t a care in the world. “Hello, auntie.” Looking at Rex as he stood up and took on a defensive stance, he cocked his head and said, “Who have we here?” Without waiting for an answer, he looked at Kendra and gave a wicked grin. “Well, cousin. I see someone broke you in for me. That’s fine. It will just make mounting you all the sweeter. I hope they taught you a few things as well.” Without a moment’s hesitation, he shouted, “Seize her!”

TABLE OF CONTENTS Synopsis CAST Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Chapter Twenty-Five Chapter Twenty-Six Chapter Twenty-Seven Chapter Twenty-Eight Chapter Twenty-Nine Chapter Thirty Chapter Thirty-One Chapter Thirty-Two Chapter Thirty-Three

After she got at least enough books to make her occupied while Nicholas is at the meeting, she settles on to the small bedroom window that wasn’t that cramped more spacious but was enough for her to have a comfortable space to read at. Randomly picking the books amongst the huge stack, Zinnia pursed her lips as her brows rose with interest after seeing the title of the book in her hands. ‘Bane Legacy’ From the mysterious title itself, Zinnia can already tell that it must be a thriller, mystery, and fantasy book. Well, it doesn’t matter to her, the title was enough to make her stay. “Legacy? Hmm, humor me” she murmured before leaning her back at the wall behind her and finding a nice position to relax.

He slowly slid the black envelope back into his breast pocket, his gaze dropping to her worn-out sneakers before rising back to her face. "You're making a catastrophic mathematical error, Miss Lin," Harrison whispered, his voice losing its warmth and turning razor-thin. "Julian Vance doesn't trust you. He’s a paranoid lunatic who views everyone as a threat. He’s using your mind to fix his broken empire, and the moment his IPO clears, he'll throw you right back into the gutter where he found you. Keep that in mind when the firewall starts to burn." He turned on his heel, blending seamlessly into the dense crowd of rush-hour commuters flooding toward the subway station.

I wave my hand on his face, and that's when his eyes twitched and he slowly stare down at me, “My lady?” “Finally” I sighed, “Uhm, what's your name?” “Drake” “Ohhh Drake, uhm why is everyone carrying guns, I mean it is not like anything is happening so why is everyone carrying guns?” I asked and waited for his answer but instead I was met with silence, I could tell he was staring at something behind me but I could not tell what it is, “Moma?” I suddenly heard his voice, and slowly turn, and standing right behind me is Vincentte Vlaydimir

The barrels began to glow with a volatile, violet light, humming with an energy that made Vance’s Lycan instincts scream in warning. "The ledger you found in Port Valen was a masterpiece, wasn't it?" Ivan chuckled, his eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction. "Dmitry’s signature was flawless. The council will tear themselves apart trying to decide if he’s a traitor. And while they look south, the north will rise." "You won't live to see it," Vance roared, rushing forward with blinding, Beta-level speed. "Fire," Ivan commanded coldly. The Abyssal weapons unleashed a blinding torrent of violet energy, ripping through the stone ground and obliterating everything in their path. The explosion threw Vance backward into the rocky wall, the force fracturing his ribs and sending a cascade of ice and stone burying him in the dark.

Serena smiled at him, "What are you worried about? I've got everything arranged. I can still sleep a bit more and then head to the office in the afternoon. Why are you in such a rush? There's nothing to hurry about." Damein shook his head, exasperated, "Well, good luck with that." Serena confidently replied, "Don't worry! I'll definitely succeed." She trusted Layla completely. Everything was going according to plan. She was already halfway to success. As for Katrina, well, even if she hired the most popular streamer, so what? When the time came, all the returns and refunds would make things interesting. After all, not everyone could wear the clothes Katrina designed. That was the key. People wouldbuy the clothes, find they didn't fit, and naturally want to return them. How could Yvette's sales ever surpass hers then?

The girl threw him a glance before lifting her head at me, standing in all mighty. "A pleasant day to our guest, you are currently at Vandelia Empire where Vandelions reign, and you're at Vandelia Palace to be exact where Vandelia royalties live. I am the only Princess here. You may call me Princess Divine," she tucked her hair on the side of her ears and smiled sweetly. I shivered. Her smile is sweet but her eyes say otherwise. Two male vampires appeared in front too. "Second Prince. Prince Delfin," a guy whose all smiles said.

Suddenly, a wicked smile spread on Vanessa's face as a wicked idea came crushing down on her brain. Quickly, she unlocked the door, dragged Wendy out of the room, and locked herself in. “What are you doing, Vanessa? Get out of there. There is fire!“ She screamed at her. What Wendy didn't know was that Vanesa wanted Zack to think that she had locked her in out of jealousy. "Help! Help!" Venessa ignored her and started screaming when she saw Zack, through the window, coming out of the car. Knowing whose voice that was, Zach dropped his briefcase and ran inside the house.

"To clear the board for whoever holds the master override." "Which is currently in Archon Lyra's hands," Zane purred dangerously, sliding his curved daggers into his belt and unholstering a pair of heavy, high-powered demolition charges from his shoulder harness. "Well, I say we blow the access pillars and bury these sleeping bastards under fifty feet of star-metal before they take their first breath." "No!" Vanya’s weak, raspy voice broke through the hum of the vault. She struggled to sit up, her dark, scarred hand clutching Tristan’s forearm for support. Blood trickled from her lip, but her eyes burned with an fierce, ancient fire.