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Blade declared, her voice laced with menace, "Do not speak to me as if we are equals. I surpass both of you in every way, and if you ever disrespect me again, I will personally ensure that you pay dearly, perhaps by cutting off your tongues and serving them to you." With a menacing presence, Blade stood to her full height and began to walk away. However, she abruptly turned around, a sly smirk gracing her lips. "And yes, I did have sex with Alejandro. Do you want to know why?" She asked rhetorically, leaving Jessica and Dagger writhing in pain on the ground. "I had sex with Alejandro because he belongs to me," Blade declared with an air of ownership. "Alejandro is mine and mine alone. Don't

SEPHTIS'S POV “Isn’t she beautiful, Blade?” I posed the question to my wolf. My mother was even more beautiful than I'd ever imagined, and I felt proud to know that I’d inherited her striking blue eyes and her gorgeous smile. “Absolutely. She is beyond stunning. Our parents were chosen wisely by the Moon Goddess," Blade replied. He was growing restless lately. I understood his worries about the possibility of us never finding our mate because we lived as rogues. I firmly believed that the Moon Goddess intended to bring someone special into our lives.

Vera gasped softly, tears running fresh down her cheeks as Emereah stepped into the full weight of her name. “I am Emereah Blade,” she said, her voice rising. “Daughter of Altheya Velren. Luna of Silverfang. Marked by the Blood Eclipse. And you—" she turned her head, gaze slicing through him like frost across steel—"are nothing more than the last shadow of a dying era.” Vladimir's face twisted, fury and something deeper—fear—swirling in his eyes. “You think you can walk away from this? From me?” “Watch me.”

The engagement ring shimmered under the light. "Why is this still on my finger?" I whispered. Before Michael could speak, Maria chuckled, shaking her head like she had been waiting for this moment. "Oh, Brenda," He sighed dramatically, giving Maria a smirk. "Do you even look at yourself in the mirror when you wake up? Babe, you’ll be twenty-seven this year. You’re not as fresh and beautiful as you think." He scoffed, eyes gleaming with cruelty. "I’m actually doing you a favor. You’re outdated, Brenda. It’s time to wake up."

And waiting for them both to fall. Selena’s blade, forged of fire and memory, clashed against her doppelgänger’s obsidian edge. Sparks flew as their powers met in a storm of golden flares and devouring black. Every strike echoed with the weight of their opposing truths—one born of sacrifice, the other from untouched potential. They moved like mirror images, but with every heartbeat, Selena saw the difference. Her twin fought with cold precision, but Selena fought with something far more dangerous—grief made holy.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the undefeated, the untouchable, the one only. LUNA GHOST!" The roar that followed shook the walls. I stepped through the cage door. No mask anymore. That was done. Everyone here knew exactly who I was. Aurelia Veythorne. Luna Ghost. Valtherion Ashvane's mate. The girl who was supposed to be defective. There was nothing on my neck for them to see above the collar of my fight suit. I didn't bother hiding anything. Let them look. Blade was already in the cage. Massive. Arms like tree trunks, a jaw that looked like it had been carved from granite.

I read this one in under a second. Not rage. Not cold. Something that had gone far past both of those into the particular territory of a man whose entire cognitive architecture — every precision, every calculation, every political intelligence, every mastered discipline of a lifetime — had just encountered something that none of it was capable of processing. He drew his sword. The White Heaven Heavenly Blade — Moon Severance, the sect's supreme weapon, the blade that had ended more martial careers than any other instrument of the murim world's last century. It came free of its sheath with a sound like a breath.

She was completely naked, her dark hair wild around her shoulders. Her hips rolled in slow, deliberate circles as she sank down onto him. Blade’s cock was long and brutally hard, stretching her visibly with every downward motion. His hands gripped her waist, guiding her. Tanya’s breasts bounced with each thrust. She rubbed them together wantonly, pinching her own nipples as she moaned loudly. “Yes… just like that,” Tanya gasped, her voice thick with pleasure. “Fill me, Blade. Make me your Luna.” Blade’s gray eyes were half-lidded, his jaw tight. He thrust up into her harder, the wet sound of their bodies meeting echoing in the room.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

The Hollow Blade waited for her there. It was no weapon forged by men, nor a simple vision birthed from fear. It was something etched into the marrow of her existence. A spectral blade with jagged, shifting edges, its body wreathed in whispers that cut deeper than steel. The voice it carried wasn’t one voice, it was many, layered, distorted, yet unified in cruelty. "You think you can wear the crown of Luna? You think your blood is strength, hybrid?" the Blade hissed, circling her in the void-space.