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Alpha Tim asked, pulling me away from my phone. “Yes. I had someone I thought might help.” My words were distracted. “But he wanted to wait for his true mate and he didn’t want me to resent him later.” The alphas all nodded their heads. I slid my phone back into my pocket and tucked that information away. I told them about Nina and Nadine. About Vince. Brandon. And finally, I got to the end. “They call themselves the Brotherhood of Blood.” Thoth stiffened beside me. But my dad furrowed his brow. “Who does?”

After lightly flicking her fingers to summon a vampire who later kicked Eithan off the stage, she spoke to the person, "The princess, her secondary host, and her protector vanished one after another, leaving you all alone to fend off all possible attackers. I am simply one of them, and probably one of the most conservative since, as you said, this is the territory of another king. But within our ranks, there's no lack of reckless, uninformed idiots. The week that passed in peace was in apprehension for that McArthney boy." "So why haven't you ran away yet?" There was curiosity in her immaculate face as the question left her mouth. In terms of beauty, Bathory was truly qualified to be on the

She had managed to avoid the poisonous family for six whole years and now here they all were, swarming into her life all over again like evil bees… or even worse, locusts. All the walls she had built up all these years was suddenly crumpling down, and fast… and by no other than the devil herself. She had always hated Thelma but it was just a common dislike— the kind that was enough to make you stand the person even if they were being very annoying… but today the hatred she felt was just unexplainable… much more intense. The two women started walking towards the trio. A curious Kayla poked her head from her hiding spot behind her mum and once again, Lisa was astounded. She really couldn’t bel

“Thirdly, regarding the second circumstance, I would like to choose you as my manager and Vika as my personal assistant. As I told you, I’m still being hunted by some people from my past whom I still couldn’t reveal to you who they were. Because…” She stopped for a moment. Shut down her eyes and held her breath before she finally decided to continue her sentences. “Because I don’t want to put you both in any harm or danger, Jo. Vika…” “Both of you are my first real friends besides my foster mom and other kids in the orphanage. And if you were asking me who are they who still looking for me. About their backgrounds or else, sorry… I can’t answer those questions as well. It doesn’t mean that I

He always uses a golden glove to hide it. "What do we do father?.." I asked. "Her blood can make the king immortal." Harrod answers. "Who?." "King Gerald's daughter." Father replies. "So?." "Get me her blood or I'll take away your right as the prince!." Father says with a serious look. I sigh and nod affirmatively. "No worries. Where is she?." I speak through gritted teeth. I'll do anything when it comes to having the throne!!. SAGE ACADEMY

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The dark veins on her neck moved slightly with her pulse. -- Lucian had left three boxes of books stacked against the far wall of the main room and I opened the first one and started reading and did not stop for hours. Most of it was terrifying in the specific way that information is terrifying when it confirms the worst thing you were already afraid of. Soul possession through blood magic. The host soul weakens incrementally with each surfacing of the invading consciousness. Over time the host's grip on their own body becomes unreliable, then intermittent, then absent. The invader does not kill the host. They simply crowd them out, slowly, until there is nothing of the original person left

Instead, she ran the blade over her palm, splitting her skin open enough, so a small amount of blood was pooling around the fresh wound, and I stared at her, speechless with wide eyes. “Before we return. Let’s make a blood oath. We, the Greek queen and the Turkish queen, will seal our allegiance to one another in blood.” Regan said in a low voice as she passed me the blade. With hesitation drilling into my bones, I accepted the blade and bit down on my inner cheek as I sliced my palm open. Once we had spilled enough blood, we shook hands, cementing our new bond. It felt wrong because I had no right to ally with anyone like I was Quenten’s equal. But I was also so eager to escape that I didn'

She skimmed the text, her breath catching as she read: “The curse is tied to the bloodline. Each generation suffers the loss of their fated one, unless the bond is severed. Only the destined can break the cycle, but at great cost.” Her fingers trembled as she turned the page, revealing a sketch of a crescent moon entwined with a wolf’s silhouette. Beneath it was a single phrase: “The fated one will rise.” A floorboard creaked behind her. Lucy spun around, her heart leaping into her throat.