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The woman was shaking and whimpering, scared for her life. "You know, when you're in a relationship, your boyfriend isn't supposed to ignore you is he? Like I want attention, is that so hard to get? Am I right?" Yes, Eden was still pissed at Malakai. The woman violently nodded answering Eden's question. She was confused on why she was making conversation with her though. "Okay whatever, I'll ignore him right back, see how he likes. And your time has come to an end. Say hi to the grim reaper for me." Eden pushed the woman over the ledge, making her fall at least 20 ft and snapping her back.

"Leo does. He’s the only one with the biometric signature to authorize the split. But he’s in New York, and the city is under a blackout." "Then we bring the blackout to him," I said, a cold, desperate plan forming in my mind. "Dante, hold the door. Silas, give me your hand. We’re going to hack the global satellite grid using the Widow’s island frequency. We’re going to wake up the King." Outside, the sound of the Vanguard breaching the upper terrace echoed through the stone. The "Art of Falling" had reached its final, most dangerous verse. We were no longer fighting for money or art. We were fighting for the soul of the boy who held both.

"And Victoria?" "She currently has a gun to his head," Tamara replied, a sharp, cynical edge to her voice as she pulled up the live security feed. "They're tearing each other apart down there while our buyers wait in Zurich. The Black Horizon syndicate is already prepared to wire the final five hundred million once the package is loaded onto the cargo transport at dawn."

Nate I tear into the Wendigos like a beast possessed, shredding them until there’s nothing left but black blood and splintered bone. Then I spin and my heart lurches. I stand protectively in front of Nova, scanning the shadows for any sign of more Wendigos—or the rest of the pack. Thank the goddess, they were alone. Nova. She’s collapsed in the dirt, naked, bloodied, and barely breathing.

Nina smiled as he looked at the tombstone with Amber Hudson engraved on it. “I miss her.” “I miss her too.” Lane kissed Nina's forehead. ~ The night was long and distant. The moon was at its peak, giving off the brightest rays and flourishing the earth with its glow. “I'm Cataleya Drew. The witch who created the first vampires and werewolves. I've returned. Powerless, but I'm going to find a way to put an end to what I created. The O'Connors, the Salvadors, and the Graysons will suffer at my feet because I'm going to bring them to their very end. I always find a freaking way.” Cataleya's lips stretched into a smirk as she walked on the tarred road. It was midnight. The town was still and ser

His heart skipped a beat when the woman turned her head, looking in the direction of her brother’s shout. Their eyes made contact. Zack’s vision was invaded with images that he never knew could be a reality between her and him. They were too different for the woman was an Ultima, the sacred werewolf that could convert a human into a werewolf. My Goddess, why did you have to pair me with someone who was superior to I was? Zack thought as the imprinting began between the both of them. The woman’s red eyes widened with shock. Her hand shook as the champagne flute broke underneath her grip. Sebastian scowled, fusing over his sister as the woman smiled. She nodded, glancing at Zack for a moment b

I just stood there, in the secluded road, all alone as the autumn breeze caressed me gently, reaching deep into my soul. I felt like a diaspora, standing there in the strange, dark valley. Suddenly, all the colours that was in the background and melted together in a bland combination. Everything swirled as I stood there, trembling. Something bad was going to happen, I knew it. The colours that melted together, suddenly, started separating, creating a vague form of shades. Red. Black. Brown. Scarlett. It was like witnessing a mighty artwork unfold in front of me. Shades of red, brown and black diademed the canvas, yet not getting mixed together, as if they harboured misogyny.

" Vincent froze, staring at the card with a conflicted expression. Richard grabbed me, trying to drag me outside. I clung desperately to the doorframe and shouted at Vincent, "Mr. Donovan! If the volcano erupts, Bareyard Village won't have a single living thing left! Everything and everyone here will be gone! Are you really willing to gamble all their lives?" Vincent stood up and looked at the card before saying, "I'll trust you this once. This money counts as a loan. But if the volcano doesn't erupt, Joshua, you'll be in trouble!"

*Grand Boss Defeated: Void Origin Matriarch* *EXP one billion (Global Share)* *Level Caps Broken Across Court* *Global Achievement: World Saved – Permanent Buff: Eternal Vigil (fifty percent All Stats vs. Void Threats)* *Title: Voidslayers* The swarm dies everywhere—global nests collapsing simultaneous, tendrils withering to dust. Sky clears worldwide. Earth breathes free—first true dawn in weeks. Wounded gathered—med tents rising fast amid melting ice fields. Medical personnel rush—human doctors with trauma kits, vampire healers with essence packs, Shambhala monks with light hands mending flesh and spirit.

Bastien kissed Kate’s cheek. —I’ll go check on something; I’ll be with Lucca. —Ok, no problem, love. —I’ll be right back. —Bastien went over to Lucca. —Sir, the hacker we hired emptied the Black Widow’s accounts. When the guys found out Kate was in a coma, they swept through the city and dismantled the weapons warehouse. One of our informants said the woman behind all this is Damiano’s wife. —I thought that bastard was alone.