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He was bleeding profusely, and his body didn't make a slight move on the ground at the time I had satisfied my fury and stopped. I stared at my hands coated in so much blood. My fingers were shaking tremendously. I was nervous, yet... weak. My vision was getting blurry as I dropped to the ground. I wrapped my shaky fingers around the grip of the blade, and pulled it out from my skin. I stared at the blade, trying to study what could be different about it. It was silver coated—intentionally carved to take out a wolf. I struggled on the floor, picking myself up as I tried returning to the temple. Even in my pains and weakness, I could still feel the mate bond—the intense feeling and the inaudi

The steel blade was no longer humming with a blue electrical current; it was coated in a thick, oily black smoke that carried the unmistakable, suffocating clicking sound of the First Soul Eater. Laila brought her left blade up to block the strike, the sapphire fire of her steel meeting the black mist of the naginata with a horrific, screeching sound that sounded like a metal file scraping against her skull. The pressure was immense, the black smoke actively trying to crawl down her silver blade and infect her hand, but the runic lines on her knuckles flared with a bright white heat that burned the mist into a white ash before it could touch her skin. She pivoted on her heel, her right blade

He pressed down painfully hard, my face smashing against the dirt ground. "You have sinned, Stephanie," Drake explained calmly despite my screams. "You have the devil within which we must and will extract." "No!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I watched Ace approach with the stick. He knelt down beside me as his eyes stared down upon me. "Ace please," I cried. "Please listen to me. Don't do this. We can ... " "Lay down your punishment, Ace!" Drake demanded in his monotone voice.

My hands are shaking as I held a blade over my pulse. My palms are sweaty and cold, tears stream from my eyes as the past events in my life unfold before me. I watch my life rewind with an emotionless stare as all I feel now is that I am so lost. Hopeless. Sad. Alone.

He frowned slightly and smirked, "I understand why Blake suffered at your hands now. You are rather strong. It's a pity that your attainment level is too low for you to survive against me!" With a flick of his hand, Halbert produced his weapon—a long whip known as the Soul-Devouring Bone Whip. There were spikes all over the whip, and they were made out of spines that belonged to ninety-nine supreme saints. Further imbued within were the resentful souls of those deceased individuals

"And she worships goddess Kali, do you know she is also known as goddess of death... Isn't it amazing?" Yang smiled. "Good to know that you pay attention to her... I am relieved now... Durga deserves this attention!.. see you later!" He left the room with a smile. Damon smirked at himself. "Not Durga, Yang... Mira!" His phone rang and he saw Rafael's name on it. Damon answered it. "How is it going?" Rafael asked. "Just the way I want!" Damon smiled. "I am proud of you, Damon... You are doing a big thing to get the deal..."

I couldn't help myself from fearing the look in his eyes. I didn't dare to run around anymore and started pretending to be obedient before him. I would act like a maniac—I was sometimes compliant and sometimes hysterical. Half a month passed before I picked up some clues to indicate something was wrong. I was hanging the clothes out to dry on the balcony when I noticed a sharp blade hidden underneath the rusty railing. My memories pulled me back to that horrific night and the 160 stab wounds Liam had given me. They sucked all the energy out of me, but I tried to keep calm. Then, I found in his pocket two train tickets to Wenland and a receipt for some condoms.

My fate was sealed—and they would make sure I never forgot it. So much so, that when a moan escaped my lips, Pavel resumed his movements, sending another shockwave into my soaked core. The force of it knocked the breath out of me. Alexei didn’t hesitate, following suit and filling me at the same time. My body tensed, caught between two storms—one fierce, the other lethally controlled. They moved in sync, an inhuman rhythm that dragged me past the brink of sanity as they took me, touching every inch of my exposed skin.

If a war was knocking on our door then I needed the blade. And I would talk to anyone, even my dead father, if it meant getting it. I held the replica of the blade in my hands as I watched my friend leave my office. Most likely to bring the girl. The plastic was polished enough to deceive anyone that I was holding the real thing. Till it was held and the weight would give it away. She ought to be done with her lessons at this hour. Her request to study elsewhere resonated in my head and I made a mental note to approve of it only if she was able to get me what I wanted.

Stop teasing and give him a weapon already ( with a chuckle) ZINO : Yeah, I’m gonna give him…. First sealing thunder : seal of the almighty : reverse holding – Blade of the divine unbound ( a white portal opens with a blade coming out it’s appearance was quite shiny with bright light being emitted from it) DAVID : Hey buddy, missed me ( taking the blade in hand)…. Be misbehaving ( referring to Zino) ZINO : Still talking ,short stuff?? ( with the group bursting into laughter) David grunts before rushing to join in the fight