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But ghosts know how to haunt. It wasn't easy getting access to the chamber that held the book—so many locks, and traps—but one of the benefits I got from being with Thane—even though it was only temporary and ended with nothing but pain—was that I knew a few things others didn't. My hands trembled as I lifted the book, its cover worn, symbols etched deep into the leather. It thrummed beneath my fingertips—alive. I barely made it past the border before they caught me. Thane’s warriors.

“Because when it comes to you, I never will.” The words hit me in places I didn’t want to name. I looked at the blood. I looked at him. And I couldn’t tell if I was safer now... Or more in danger than ever before. End of Chapter 12

The pain rolled through me in waves, deep and hot and suffocating, starting from my chest and spreading outward until my fingers tingled and my knees buckled. I stumbled to the bed and collapsed onto it, breath already coming in short broken pulls. Then it got worse. My vision blurred and then sharpened in a way that made no sense. I could see my arms. My chest. My hands clutching the sheets. But underneath that, deeper, I saw something else. My blood. I do not know how to explain it without sounding insane. I could see it moving. Dark. Too dark even. Not the bright red you see in textbooks or movies. This was thick and shadowed, almost black, rushing through my veins like it carried weight

Chapter 2: Awakening in the Den My eyes fluttered open to a world that felt wrong, like I'd stumbled into a dream I couldn't wake from. The air was thick and earthy, smelling of damp stone and smoke from flickering torches. I was lying on a rough bed of furs, my body aching from the chase through the woods. Every muscle screamed, but it was the heat inside me that scared me most—a slow burn starting low in my belly, spreading like wildfire. What the hell had happened? One minute I was hiking alone, trying to outrun my shitty city job and the emptiness it left, the next I was running from... wolves? No, not wolves. Men who turned into wolves. And that guy—Thorne—he'd saved me, but his eyes, t

It took everything I had to hold the heavy tray up, and to keep taking one step after another, so their insults and mean comments just slid past me. The only ones who did seem to enjoy my journey was the table of Vampires, who perked right up once I was close. “I’ve never smelled blood so sweet,” a younger one said, eagerly grabbing a pitcher before filling his goblet. He took a drink quickly, but his face seemed confused. “This isn’t the blood I’m smelling. Slave, which pitcher holds the good stuff.”

“Because I know what it’s like to be watched by everyone.” The words cracked something in me. The arrogance was gone for that heartbeat, stripped bare to something raw. I didn’t push. I just turned back to the shelves. And then I saw it. A yellowed page was tucked between the heavy books, its faded ink still clear enough to read. My hand shook as I pulled it free. The title was scrawled at the top in jagged letters: First Blood. My eyes scanned the words, fragments only. Before wolves, before oaths, there was the First. Blood that commands, blood that binds. Not beast, not man, but both. The source. The curse.

Chapter 93 – The Black Veil The black blood seeped from the walls like a wound that refused to heal. It pooled on the floor, spreading outward in unnatural patterns that seemed alive, pulsing faintly as if it were breathing. Each droplet shimmered with an eerie darkness, reflecting not light but shadow—a void within a void. The air grew heavier, pressing down on them like a storm cloud refusing to break. Whispers began to echo through the chamber, fragmented sentences that slithered into their minds uninvited.

She opened her eyes and picked up the blade, holding her thumb above the open pages, she cut it, and red blood trickled down her finger. It slowly pooled into a drop and fell down his thumb, splattering on the pages of the book. The blood was slowly absorbed by the pages of the book and then it disappeared. I waited for something to happen but nothing did. And just when I was about to open my mouth, I saw the book move. The dark book of magic began trembling slowly and then it was rattling, the edges of the hardbound flapping on the pillar. Insitinctlye I took a step back as Gwen threw her hands on either side of her and threw her head back.

Chapter 21: The Fractured Flame The sky burned crimson as if the heavens themselves bled for what was unfolding. Aria moved through the chaos like a blade unsheathed. Every breath was smoke, every step slick with blood, yet her senses sharpened to a razor’s edge. The rhythm of battle should have drowned her, but underneath the clash of steel and guttural war cries, she heard something else—something darker. It slithered beneath her skin, that pulse of wrongness she had felt growing, a storm coiling just out of sight.