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So, I took the leap. “Yes,” I said. “I’m ready to leave-" The door behind us busted open. I spun around too slowly. Jared came lunging in, blood streaming down his face. A dagger was lodged in the side of his head, crooked and horrifying, but somehow, he was still moving. Still alive. With a roar, he surged forward, the blade in his hand aimed straight for Kael’s neck. “Kael!” I screamed. Kael moved fast, too fast for a dying man to match. He caught Jared mid-lunge, twisted his arm until a bone cracked, and slammed him against the wall.

: Seraphina's POV. I felt my hands shaking as the words on the page were unclear. I could barely breathe. The faded ink and a faint torchlight flickered behind me while the book was open. The words remained unchanged even after reading them three times. The Blood Moon is to be held, or else it must be cut off.". The connection between one life and the other must be established through sacrifice rather than fate. Only love that is strong enough to bear the curse can change its course.

“Fight for him, Irwin. He’s your mate. You weren’t bound to him by accident. It’s in your blood, in your soul. Fight!” The girl’s voice echoed, growing deeper and more commanding. “You weren’t just bound by chance—you were bound by bloodlines!” Heat surged through Irwin’s body, her vision blurring as rage and despair consumed her. She fell to her knees, her hands clawing at the ground. The earth trembled beneath her fingers, cracks forming and spreading outward as raw power coursed through her veins. “Save him!” the replica roared. With a feral scream, Irwin launched herself forward, her body ablaze with energy. Flames erupted from her hands as she reached Dorian, the fire searing through th

she beamed and ruffled both their hairs before ushering them out from her room. The smile on her face instantly dropped as soon as they were out the door while her gaze went to her left hand where the little finger remained missing. “He’s coming girls with the help from both of you, your fates are cursed, only doom lurks over your heads and I’m sorry for being the cause of it” BLOOD PROPHECY!

“Or was it preparation… for sacrifice?” The sea of blood erupted around them. Thousands of hands rose from the depths, reaching to drag her down. “No! I don’t believe you!” Evelyn screamed, her eyes blazing crimson. Dark blood energy exploded from her body, shattering the spectral hands and sending waves crashing across the blood sea. She raised her arm and shouted, “If fate wants me dead, then I’ll rewrite fate with my own blood!” The Blood King was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly. “Good. Show me how far you’ll go to defy destiny… Heart of Blood.”

“Remember, by all means, let it disappear.” “Yes, lady.” Ceto followed Lina's orders because, in this day and age, it's not unusual to kill people according to their master's will, as long as someone gets in his way, he will be killed. Moreover, for a powerful king like Pappas, it was not difficult at all. After a few days of searching, Ceto also found the person in the picture. That person is none other than Marina. In the past Marina lived alone, her parents died early, so she lived alone by gathering.

Vivian asked as she grabbed Fate's shirt. "Angels are born by death. You were an angel born by birth." "...I don't get it" "You have inherited his blood," Fate looked into her eyes and grabbed her hands away from her shirt "Your hair. That's the colour of the family of death. You are one of them" - To be continued

The ancient paper pulsed faintly beneath my fingers, its symbols inked in blood-red and fading gold. I had been studying it for hours, tracing the runes, trying to understand why some moved when I blinked while others stayed frozen. My notes were scattered around me, filled with fragments that barely made sense: Where shadow drinks blood, the line must be drawn. Flame answers blood. The heir must burn or rise. A mark appears before the fall of fate. I didn’t understand. Asena stirred inside me. Not alarmed—but watching. Alert. Her energy pressed softly against my skin, like she was tracking something I hadn’t noticed yet.

“But why? She’s so young.” Ailm lowers her head slightly. “War is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I had no choice.” Caden reaches for her again—but freezes. On his palm, a strange mark glows: a circle with a cross inside. Ailm nuzzles it. “It’s like a current,” he says, shocked. “It’s an Ailm mark,” she explains. “We are fated. Not just mates—fated. A rare, divine connection.” Drake stiffens. “Will Baylee wear the same mark?”

I tilted his head to the side. “Shh,” I cooed, in a low voice dripping with desire. “It won’t hurt. Not for long.” Then I sank my fangs into his throat. No warning. No hesitation. His body jerked, a sharp cry breaking free — but it came out muffled, broken. Warm blood rushed into my mouth like molten silk, thick and electric. The taste was chaos — laced with alcohol, pulsing with adrenaline, soaked in heartbreak. He thrashed, tried to push me away. His hands slapped at my shoulders, weak and frantic.