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He drops to the ground, and I see a flash of another body – bloody, human, hands raised, begging for mercy… My hands start to shake, and I grab Christian by the throat, long before he can stand. “Atonement. This will make it right.” “Another death?” he gasps, blinking in disorientation, even though that sizzling, bloody mark on his temple is already healing. “How could that make right any sin? Whatever you’ve done--” “Shut-up! This is not murder. You are already dead, you evil abomination--” “And you’re rambling,” he cuts me off, eyes holding mine. “And still, so very much, hesitating.”

"Even if you changed your face and your voice, I know it's you. "Did you... take over another body? I know it sounds absurd, but if it's you, I believe it." I gave a light laugh. "Ms. Harkins, you have a very rich imagination." "If it's you, please admit it, okay?" Vivian suddenly threw the umbrella aside and dropped to her knees in the puddles. "I know I don't deserve it, but I really have been atoning. "Landon became disabled, and my life was ruined too. That's my punishment. As long as you are Aaron Hutchinson, even if you want me dead, I'll accept it...

There was another rush of gasps, and most of the vampires seemed either confused or shocked. "Please, accept my apologies, Sidia Amato. I have not been human for so very long, and I see the world so differently. This must be overwhelming for you. I will explain everything, and I will answer all your questions. Please know that my cause is noble, and that I only meant you are destined to do great things at my side. I, Emperor Lucius Septimius Severus, pledge myself to you, and I will do everything in my power to show you the glory you were meant to have." Severus stood again as he finished his vow, and the vampires erupted in applause and celebration.

Eve Five hours. The words echo in the silent suite, a death sentence delivered with a smile. Five hours until I’m to be transported from this curated existence to another, more beautiful, more isolated game board. A honeymoon. The word is a vile, twisted mockery of what this trip represents. There is no love, no celebration. There’s only a contract, a purpose, and a two-week intensive breeding program designed by the devil himself. I remain on the bed, my body a geography of aches and bruises, a manifestation of the ‘cleansing’ he performed last night.

NEHENDA POV: "What did we ever do to you to warrant the cruelty you dished to us? You! inhumane caricature of a beast! A people that never ventured out of our boundary lines, your very existence! being a reality? Was even an overwhelming discovery. I wonder how we could have wronged you! so much so; you would think of bringing us to extinction mercilessly. We were a peaceful loving family, accepting of all and not discriminatory against any . We never took the essence of life out of anything, even though we could! for life is sacred to us. We preserved it, never destroyed it. We even nurture the weak fading out chi back to fullness. MY People, My loved ones, all those innocent children's liv

His hands were held by four people, as if he were an animal. He was making a fuse there but as soon as his gaze met mine, he came to a halt. That cold stare shudders me to the core. “So, you’re his swan without wings?” he said, his deep voice trembled me. It was rougher than before. It was the third time I met him and I knew it was called destiny. ------- Hello my dear reader hope you're liking my story please do give gem to the book and comment. You can follow me for updates.

I wished it to be all over as I had had enough of the constant threats and sprints to flee from the unbending enemy. Now I had found Bashir and I had thought it would be the beginning of our triumph but instead he came bearing more disheartening news, leaving me the more depressed and dispirited. "A moment of silence, A moment of summons," Bashir voiced, breaking through the tranquil and lonely moods instilled around us as we performed a ritual rite in honor of the fallen. "And so the echoes that carry the messages of their pains, will always be in the minds of time," I followed in recitation of 'the scars to the Prophet' by Mingo Cane as a tribute in respect for our brothers.

The transformation in his expression was swift and chilling, the warmth replaced by a wicked and sinister demeanor. Aeron looked at her with cold detachment. "You're really daft, Myra. Did you ever ask yourself why I suddenly came for you?" His tone was mocking, a stark contrast to the love Myra had grown accustomed to. Confused and speechless, Myra stammered, "I... I never thought about it." Aeron shook his head, his gaze piercing through her. "Because Allistar is the atonement." "The atonement? Atonement for what?"

"Do not run from me again okay? It hurt me when you disappeared into the woods when I felt your fear." I shook my head tears in my eyes. "We can never be together Ronan. You saw the mark on me you know what I am. I am an Atoner my life is not a gift it is a payment." I looked up at him I wanted him to understand. "To the pack I am a countdown the Elders will want the ritual if you keep me the pack will turn on you they will call you a traitor they will say you are letting their children die for a girl you just met."

he replied as the young man held out a scrap of paper to me. Unfolding the note, I narrowed my eyes at the badly written words and saw Athena Blackstone, and then the word ransom scribbled on it along with a dollar symbol and a ridiculous amount of money. Holding the note up to Gideon I asked, “Is that a billion dollars?!” Snorting, he said, “No, there's too many added zeros. Goddess Styx is an imbecile. That's a quadrillion and nobody has that much money.” “Some elves do, and vampires, the very old ones," Anton added, causing Gideon and I to chuckle.