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She was staring at something. Kamman's men rushed before him, clearing the door of any threat, and then kicked it open as it was locked from within. The glass shattered on impact. They rushed in, and the sight made them come to a sudden halt. Kamman followed and immediately found an explanation for his uneasiness. The floor was full of blood, kids in uniform lay on the ground, most barely responsive, and Asia Song stood over one of them. Asia did not pay attention to them. At the moment, the hand holding the knife was raised.

-God, love of my life and death," she whispered, while the sky shared her tears as well. Many bodies have turned into piles of ashes, but that doesn't mean that their souls have been lost, after all there is always a new host, right? Eyes of vengeance A pair of black eyes with blood-ruby opened before a square mirror with gold flowers and emeralds marqueted around them, there black hair wavy to the waist swayed slightly and where a girl also looked at herself, and when she smiled at her reflection her fangs shone brighter than gold. PLAYLIST FOR THIS VOLUME Raquel and Marcus: The Game- Lacuna Coil Raquel and Julio Cesar: Violence - Blink 182 Miranda and Julio Cesar: If You Only Knew - Shined

My hands trembled as I reached out—not for the shard, but for clarity, for something that could anchor me in the storm. Ashara’s golden eyes softened, almost pitying. “You cannot escape me, child. You are the continuation of what I began, the vessel through which my fire lives again. Deny it, and you will be ash. Accept it, and you will be me.” Her words dripped like molten iron, branding themselves across my soul. The fire twisted, coiling tighter, until every beat of my heart echoed with hers.

Something I will never let happen again. “Dont you think its a bit early for that. Derek… you, you make me feel things.” Repulsion, hate, will to burn you to the ground with you family until all thats left is the Ash of Ashford. “But I dont think we should rush into things. Let us flow… go slow. Can you do that?” I ask. “Mr.Ashford.” I add sexy and flirtishessly.

The shadows hissed around her, whispering forgotten names and truths too old for mortal tongues. Kael stood by her side, blood trickling from a cut above his brow, his stance unwavering. The black throne before them cracked under the weight of raw magic. The Ashen Root, no longer merely a voice or shadow, now possessed form—its limbs woven from twisted roots and bone, its eyes molten with corruption. “You are the echo of betrayal,” the Ashen Root growled. “The last flicker before the darkness swallows all.” “And you are a remnant of a broken promise,” Aria replied, her voice steady. “But I am not afraid of ashes. From them, we rise.”

Sparks burst from the broken stalks, and she threw them into the bowl. The liquid flared. Green fire leapt up with a roar, shadows stretching unnaturally long across the stone walls. Her voice rose, stronger now, ringing with the weight of old tongue: “Mareen vah’loth, sereth in kaar, Open the veil where the lost now are. Blood to flame, bone to dust, By oath and price, reveal you must.” Her hands moved in sharp, deliberate circles over the bowl, her long fingers cutting patterns into the smoke, as though weaving threads of air itself. She took the bone knife, pricked her thumb, and let three drops of blood fall into the flame.

Black flame flares purple for half a breath, then collapses back into void. The cavern hums louder. “Repeat after me,” she says, her voice low and sharp. “By blood and by ash, I sever all ties but this one.” I swallow. Say it. Feel the words crawl down my throat like glass. She cuts deeper. Pain blooms like lightning up my arm. “By shadow and by flame, I bind my soul to vengeance.” The others begin chanting now—low, guttural tones that don’t sound human. The walls pulse with their voices.

“Virellion Thasra” “Virellion Thasra” “Thalvren Ekosa!” I opened my eyes and with my finest strength, I shouted; Thalvren Ekosa! And then he starts to say them fast in a gentle voice that I couldn't catch. “Fyralis Corven - From shadow to light, I invoke you to let your soul breathe once more.” “Zerithsl Dravenal - your heart beats, your pulse flow!” “Aelthsrjon Miriak - life rekindle, breath restore, eyes shine bright.”

she asked. “Well…” Remus looked at Cassian who sucked on the treat and he looked back at her. “I don’t want to assume that you…What is the word again?” he thought, looking for the right word. “They are bloodsicles,” Cassian said and Julianne turned her head to him, thinking he said that wrong, but he said again, “They are frozen blood treats.” Julianne blinked and swallowed again. She watched them both suck on it like it was a normal popsicle. It made her wonder what kind of blood was used to make it.

The voices of Sacred Blood ancestors who were slaughtered long ago. They echo inside my head, scraping away at my sanity. “Blood must be repaid with blood, Maeve… slaughter them. Rip out the throats of those dogs and drink their master’s blood.” “Shut up,” I hiss quietly. I close my eyes while continuing to pour silver energy into the shadows. The longer I continue, the colder my body becomes. Just a little more… come on, you can do this, Maeve… A large burning hand suddenly grabs my wrist. Alaric forcefully pulls my hand away from the snow.