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I didn't want to be. But why me was still the issue. By controlling my death and rebirth, what did he stand to gain? As I turned the following page, my fingers became tense around the book's edges. I saw a crescent moon encircled by ragged lines, a sign. One word, scribbled in blood-red ink, lay underneath it. I read out loud, "Unity," in a voice that was hardly audible above a whisper. I shuddered when I heard the term. It was more than just me. This ceremony was a component of a bigger scheme that connected Veyron, Darius, Killian, and even the packs to my destiny.

“You reopen that book, and I’ll paint the city with your blood.” The stranger turned his head slightly, his eyes glowing a faint red. “Then try. But remember…if you spill my blood, you spill hers too.” Camela turned in Vincent's arms, tears streaming down her face and her throat sore. "Don't fight him! If you do…he'll kill what's growing inside me!" Her words cut deeper than the stranger’s. Vincent froze, his rage boiling inside him. The stranger’s smile grew wider. “Do you see? She gets it. The name is not just a name; it is hers. And the ink it was written with…” He turned the book slightly so they could see the faint stains between the charred edges. “…was red.” Blood.

Fate squinted her eyes. The others hissed as the blood slowly started to solidify and eventually became blue. "The boy's blood is in it! What are you up to? "Fate shouted, alarmed by the gleam in her wild eyes. Luna ignored the other gods and resumed her chanting. Their blood merged with one another. Just before touching the boy's blood, Luna's blood began to have a tint of purple. Before uniting and dissipating into thin air, the blood drops briefly clashed. Luna blinked and cocked her head to the side.

Their collective energy surged, shielding them from Damien's malignant aura as they crossed the threshold into the citadel. With the resonance of their footsteps echoing through the ancient halls, the Ascendants braced themselves for the showdown that would decide the fate of the world. Unbeknownst to them, the champion's mark on Jack's skin pulsated, imbued with the power of the prophecy, signifying the pivotal role he would play in the imminent clash. As the doors swung open, Damien awaited them, his dark silhouette contrasting against the faint shimmer of the crystal. His eyes burned with an unholy fervor, an embodiment of his insatiable thirst for power.

He cares about no one but himself, he is inhuman, I can’t believe I fell for him. "Here is your money." Abu threw a bag of cash at me. How inhuman is he? Despite everything he did, he feels like it’s okay, he has no shame and he thinks his filthy money is going to cover up for what he did. But thinking about it makes me feel like I’m the murderer, if I didn’t sign that contract, Khalil will be fine. He will be okay, nothing would have happened to me. "Afraah, please leave. It’s getting very late." Abu said

Scars crisscrossed his torso, each one a story of violence I wasn't sure I wanted to know. But it was the tattoo over his heart that drew my attention. Dark ink etched into his skin, forming words I couldn't quite make out. I squinted, trying to decipher the script. "Bound by blood, sealed in blood." The words sent a chill down my spine, a stark reminder of the dangerous world I had been thrust into.

He was so damn adorable at times. “There’s some bourbon for Dante. There’s also a journal that I came across in the Royal library. It details different cases of hybrids. Apparently, Light Fae and wolf shifters are fated more often than you’d think. It’s just not common knowledge because there had been division between most species until recently. I thought that perhaps Dante, Ziyah, and Byron would like to look at it. Then I made a variety of sweets for everyone.” I enjoyed taking care of others even if they did not need me to do it. Plus, this was my love language and the way to show people that I cared.

Agatha I hear the faint shouts. There was a lot of commotion after the arrow pierced me. I felt my body giving out on me, but I couldn’t let this be the end. I was the last of my bloodline. I had to fight. “Invesio aversum refoveo,” I gasped and looked up and saw Liv holding my chest. She was doing a reversal spell on me. “Liv?” I frown, trying to communicate with her.

Moreover, Cameron is still his brother, even though he hates Cameron. Serina started to smile a little. “I cursed him that his death would be even more painful, because there was foreign blood flowing in his body. He will die with regrets that are too late.” "What foreign blood are you talking about?" Alexis started asking. Now she was feel so curious about it. “That is your pure blood, Alexis. The pure blood of vampire hunters. But he will never know that. It was on the very day of his death that he realized his own death.”

she said " No, I want to see my dad please," I said while crying Before she could reply, an older man ran into the room and asked her what was going on. Using that distraction as an opportunity, I removed the needle which was connected to my left hand but unfortunately for me, before I could stand up, they noticed and ran toward me, trying to stop me. while struggling with them, I felt a sting on my left lap before I slip into unconsciousness. Beep Beep