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"It's an immortality spell." She shook her head. "Not likely. Immortality is a myth. You'd have to be a god to do that. Is the darkness a god?" "I don't think so." My eyes shifted through more of the books. They all had one thing in common: the need for a blood relation of the person casting the spell or the person they were summoning. "So, If not immortality, then the darkness must be summoning a Grey. Are they trying to summon my mother?"

"Ravi, wake up. I'm here." Ravi struggled to open his heavy eyelids, and the first thing he saw was a dark shadow behind Raymond, partially obscuring the light entering his vision. He blinked slowly, realizing it wasn't just a shadow but a pair of black wings stretching out behind Raymond. The black wings enveloped them both as if shielding them from the frightening specter that had just emerged in his mind. "Ravi, it's me." Raymond pressed a kiss to the bridge of his nose as Ravi remained unresponsive.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

You come to me willingly because I need you, because I need light from you to get out of my dark world. Tyrel has nothing to say, because if he is the one to be asked, he really doesn't like black because all his life he has believed that black is symbolized of death. "Hmmm Yesha, Callista gave you a piece of paper, and Carmen put it in your bag."

I was probably behaving weirdly and I could see he starting to worry. "Yeah, it's just-- I'm cold. Yeah cold." I lied. It wasn't actually a lie since I suddenly felt chilled to the bones. "Oh, hold on for a moment then, we should set up the camps soon its dark after all and this place keeps getting creepier but no worries okay? I've been in forests even late at night and there are no such things as witches or wizards or vamps." He chuckled. He said that to calm me down but down but all I could feel was more fear at the mention of vampire but laughed with him Anyways, she didn't want start acting like a sissy, that was Sadie's and Adrianna's job.

“We’re in the same department? Here? At Blackthorn?” A small laugh escaped me. “I didn’t expect this at all.” And just like that, relief settled in. Like I had found a piece of home in a place I didn’t belong. We stood there for a moment, smiling like nothing had changed, like we were still those kids who used to talk about everything and nothing. Safe. Elias made me feel safe. Then someone walked past. “Elias Thorne, can you help me with this problem?” I froze. Thorne. He didn’t hesitate. “Sure, give me a second.” My stomach dropped. I stared at him. “Wait… Damon Thorne is your brother?”

Together, they came up with additional methods to obtain the blood they required, including the Red Cross, campus blood drives, and, where necessary, robbing a hospital's blood bank. Zachary's wife of almost forty years, Sarah, was a true free spirit. Her native to this country, bronzed skin was enhanced by her long, black hair that hung past her waist. Her eyes were still the original black color of a human; the silver of aging had not yet supplanted it. She was a newborn vampire.

“Confess what feelings to whom?” It was Willow. She was dressed in a form-fitting black gown, laced with fishnets and red lipstick and exuding an aura that turned heads. With her vampiric super hearing, I'm sure she got our entire conversation clearly from a mile away. “Are you girls talking about Eren Blackwood? Now that would be juicy!” Willow gasped, feigning surprise. “No. Emily and I were just talking about—” Stephanie faltered, glancing at me, trying to find some kind of lie to cover up but I knew there was no lie that could cover this up.

The twilight in Blackwater did not bring peace; it brought the awakening of horrors that the daylight kept cowed. Helena Moore was just a few meters from her porch when the air froze. It was not the cold of the mountain, but the vacuum of sound that precedes the predator’s leap. From the darkness between the pines, three silhouettes emerged. They were not the hunters from before, but something more organized, more lethal. They were members of the Iron Claws, mercenaries who reeked of dried blood and ancient hatred.

"I know but they just showed up and I think they're Interesting. Can I keep them?" "Keep? Clarisse, we're not objects. Also could you ask your friends to let up on the spell? If I wanted to hurt you I could have done it when you ran me over" Adrian huffed. "If I'm not wrong, you two are the Alpha twins" Black hair said stepping forward. She looked from him to Adrian then back "I'm never wrong" "Twins? You guys are twins?"