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They're veteran Supremes—powerful and seasoned. "Even if I step into Supreme Realm right now, I'd still be far behind Yohan and Pope of Light. And you dare say you fought them?" "You should get out more and not hide in your little corner. Your vision is too narrow. Have you ever heard of 'young blood rises fast'? You're past your prime," Gideon teased. "You're seeking death!" Tristan roared. Then, he pulled a black curved blade from his robes. "Marshal Snow, this is the day you die! The fifth style of the 13 Ghost Blades—Soul Slice!"

“You’ve got a lot of nerve showing your face here after everything you’ve done.” To my surprise, Blade doesn’t even try to fight. He raises his hands in surrender, a resigned look on his face. “I’m not here to fight, Rion,” he says, his tone calm, almost weary. “I know when I’m outmatched. Fighting you would be pointless.” His words only serve to infuriate me further. “You betrayed your Alpha, your pack. You plotted treason with Isla and Ezra. Why shouldn’t I kill you right here, right now?”

Irish moaned, her voice a low, throaty growl, "Ohhh—your cock is like a wood drill again—mmmnnnn—" Irish's eyes were squeezed shut, her head thrown back in a silent scream as she rode the wave of pleasure that washed over her. Her body arched, a perfect counterpoint to the rhythm of their movements, as she surrendered to the raw, primal force that consumed her. The sensation of him inside her was exquisite, a primal force that seemed to penetrate deep into her very soul, igniting a fire within her that burned with an almost unbearable intensity.

Before my eyes, a glowing blade appears and my heart began to pound when I saw what it was her… the soul-cleaver. She was entrusting it to me, but I could feel that there was a price that came with it. There always was. “Now listen here, young man. You may wield this blade. But only Once. And immediately After that, your soul is mine and mine alone. Do you understand and accept this?” She asked and I felt my resolve shake for a beat but then I gave a nod and felt my wolf's growl of approval beneath my skin. “You have a deep love for this woman. I hope you find that she's worth it because I don't,” she added, waving her hands and my eyes suddenly began to feel drowsy and soon I fell straight

Blade forgot the deer. He turned and stalked toward the new thing. The weak, wounded thing that smelled of enemy. The rage had a new target. He loomed over her, a giant of shadow and fangs. The girl looked up, her face pale with pain and terror. She didn’t scream. She just whimpered again, her voice a broken thread. “P-please… don’t… help me…” *Kill her, * Blade’s thought was a dark pulse. *She smells of them. Kill her and howl our pain to the moon.*

"I'll pay you. Does $20,000 work for you? Just don't hassle Colin anymore. He called you here for my sake. If you're mad, take it out on me." Colin's heart melted at her words, and he glared at me. "Don't you dare bully Joyce in front of me!" His hand clapped on my injured arm, and I cried out in pain. He turned a deaf ear, his eyes fixed on Joyce. She murmured, "Selena is hurt." Colin glanced at me, sneering, "If she were really hurt, would she be standing here demanding payment?" My heart sank at his harsh words. He always assumed the worst of me.

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

He stepped inside the demon’s swing, pivoted sharply— And drove his blade upward beneath the general’s armor. The steel stopped just short of Kharvek’s throat. Silence fell instantly. The duel was over. Kharvek froze. Adrian held the blade steady. “Yield,” Adrian said quietly. The demon’s jaw tightened. But he finally lowered his weapon. “I yield.” Adrian stepped back. The court erupted again—some cheering, others murmuring in disbelief. High above them, Vaelreth stood slowly from his throne.

But the chat was there. **No Spectacle** He stared at it for a long moment. Then he set it down again. Face-down. Beside the school phone. And let the silence settle. For the first time since he’d arrived at BludHeaven— He had something that was only his. And it felt like freedom. Sort of. Shadows and Steam

"There is one way." Kael looked up. "What way?" "The Twin Blades can cut more than flesh. They can cut hatred itself." Silence fell. Kael frowned. "You mean..." "They can separate Lucien's soul from the abyss." Hope flickered across Seraphine's face. "But only if he accepts it." Everyone looked toward Lucien. He was barely standing. Darkness covered half his face. His heartbeat was becoming the heartbeat of the abyss once again. The monster inside him laughed. "He will never let go."