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Besides, I think they're too impatient to do things calmly. "What do you know about this wine called 'Blood of the Wise'?" Judging Orion's expression, there's no doubt, he's willing to tell him everything he wants to know. Ah. The scent of victory.

he said at length. "Okay," I was confused but I answered. What is in my blood? Why is my blood always on a topic? "Let's go," Adrian said. He went ahead of us so Shantelle and I followed him. “Wait a minute!” we were about to go out of the barrier when Mayor Cendric stopped us so we stopped. "Why, dad?" Shantelle asked him. "I just have something to say to Gabria," I frowned at his answer. "What is it?" I asked, curiously.

Lukrezia I was drained of energy, i focused all my energy in the last counter attack, to push all the rogues out, my body felt heavier by ten times, exhausted my lungs unable to breath, i started tasting blood in my mouth. All i could feel was strong arms around me holding me up, and into there embrace, only to be snatched away in a couple of minute.

he asked. "Like a baby.. it's the only remedy for those nightmares I keep having" I replied with a shrug. As we stepped out of the house and hurried towards where our motorcycles were parked, I couldn't help but welcome the fresh air filling my lungs; replacing the horrible stench of blood and death. We waited for the chaos to begin before riding away. Tonight was a big victory for me; big pity I won't be around to see Richard's face but I'll be kind enough to send him some flowers.

I commanded. They were into some staring competition. My words fell deaf on Rose's ear. “And in the course of saving my life, almighty Emmett turned me to his kind. Dad, the bloodstains which you see here are mine.” It was my turn to bolt, “What?”

Demetrius had slit her throat as he raped her, her blood pooling over him and after that day, Dominic had never dared to love a woman again. ‘Not until Isadora,’ Dominic thought ruefully as he was pulled back to the present. He’d been seventeen that day in the basement, and he could still smell his father’s cigar. “Hail, holy Queen, mother of Mercy. Hail, our life, our sweetness and our hope. To thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve; to thee do we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping, in this vale of tears. Turn then, most gracious advocate, thine eyes of mercy toward us; and after this our exile, show unto us the blessed fruit of thy womb, Jesus. O clement, O loving, O sweet virg

"She didn't know who the sender was, but she was told that you do." Raziel frowned before taking the paper from him. He straightened it, but what he saw made his brows to furrow even more. Lorenzo turned alert. He didn't see what was written, but he had a feeling that it was not something pleasant. The maid that gave it to him even seemed scared. The person that had given it to her must have scared her. Raziel said what was written in red, or maybe it was blood was; "BLOOD WILL RAIN."

Raya I wake up feeling refreshed because… I don’t know the last time that I slept for so long, but I’m also starving. Normally, I’d want eggs or pancakes or you know, something normal for breakfast. Not today. Today, for the first time in my life, I find myself craving blood.

Jairo grabbed his cheeks roughly, forcing him to look up. “Love,” he said through gritted teeth, “was the only part of me untouched by blood. The moment she screamed my name, even that was taken. I searched for her in every damn shadow, and now that I have her again — I will burn the world before I let her go, along with the people who wants to take her away from me.” He then shoved Mateo’s face away in disgust, breathing hard. His chest rose and fell as memories of Emilia’s voice crawled through him, the sight of her being taken that day, the helplessness that had consumed him for seven years.

“You’re enjoying this.” Matteo replied just as softly. “You’re enduring it.” Ezra straightened. “That’s the difference between us,” he said. “I survive.” Matteo’s jaw tightened. Ezra moved to the next man. Behind him, Matteo’s voice followed. “Don’t mistake survival for victory, Ezra Roman.”