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“Then, what the fuck? Something is fucking wrong with this.” Grimm sighed and took a seat on my chair. I leaned on the bed, a little wozzy from the blood I gave up once more. “You’re weak.” Grimm told me. “I gave him some of my blood and venom.” I told him. “How much blood are you giving him a day?” “About only two pints.” “I’ll be back.”

He didn't reply, forcing me to peer into those unreadable eyes and drink him in. “Is this from the blood oath?” I tried again. He shook his head, leaning into my touch like an obedient pet. His eyes were trained on me, as if challenging me to a gaze holding standoff. “No.” He said after a few minutes. He turned his other hand where a small scar marred his palm. “This is it.” “While this,” He said and his hand connected with mine which was still clinging to his face. My heart beat tripled. He continued effortlessly. “This Happened in a fight many years back.”

While writing this book and at the time of constructing this author’s note, it appeared it would be a standalone but time would tell as the book goes on. Trigger warnings: This book contains some scenes of knife, fights, blood and gore, emotional triggers, sexual and spicy moments. You have been informed. That being said, please do not steal or duplicate my story without my consent. Constructive criticism and feedback is always welcome. Kindly leave a like, vote, follow or comment as you go on, it builds my enthusiasm to carry on. Thank you for reading this… Now the story begins

* We drop in. The Court joins. It’s chaos. Beautiful, perfect, ours. I activate **Blood Rain**—gentle mode first. Violet drops fall upward from my palms, spiraling around the park like reverse snow. Healing mist. Everyone’s minor scratches (from yesterday’s over-enthusiastic spar) vanish. Seras laughs as her armor regenerates a dent she got from Lucian’s tail. Lucian roars approval, wings flaring. Kayo flips through the rain, tails glowing brighter, foxfire mixing with blood droplets into pink-violet fireworks.

she said confused while looking at me. "Maybe it's not working?" I said to her, questioningly. "That's impossible. I mean, I've treated many people whose wounds were deeper than yours, but they disappeared immediately," she said. "How did that happen?" I asked, confused. "I do not know. I'll just ask Grandma later, the important thing is that your blood is no longer flowing," she answered. We turned to Knox's when we heard someone shout. My eyes widened when I see the two vampires lying on the ground and slowly turning into ashes. Knox grabbed the neck of the vampire who was already up in the air and trying to get out of Knox's grip.

Daito run the blade through his palm, handing over the dagger to Drom who did the same, they both put their hands over the thirteenth page, as their blood blended and browsed across the book random letters popped up, the entire page was finally filled with peculiar writings. “Can you read it?” Drom asked. Daito perused the page for a while, mastering the instructions. “An army, thousands of soldiers, are outside the walls… they, they are ready to attack!!!” Daito run the blade through his palm, handing over the dagger to Drom who did the same, they both put their hands over the thirteenth page, as their blood blended and browsed across the book random letters popped up, the entire page was f

The need to breathe after each kill. Then I saw Raven. Gods. She didn’t hesitate. She didn’t blink. She moved through the battlefield like she was born for this. Her dagger gleamed red, her claws slick with blood. She didn’t falter. No tremble. No mercy. No remorse. There was a strange calm in the way she fought. Like death was just another dance. For a second, I watched her. Just a second. And it almost got me killed. A massive force slammed into my chest, sending me skidding backward.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * In blaviken Soft music playing magically and the atmosphere filled with sex and songbird with fragrant smokes,Princess Cara laid in the bathtub filled with red flowers and different types of beauty oils,she loves bathing this way in her luxurious bathtub and making the atmosphere magical before she undress,that's what she does She was busy bathin

As if summoned, blades grew from the hilts, pure as the darkest nights. He bared his teeth in a snarl and war raged through him. When he spoke there was only wrath in his voice. “I see you too, Rin.” With the pain of fire coursing through him, and veils ready for slaughter, he readied for war. Then he surged forward. NO!

Blood and Water is a story that points to a civil war in West Africa, Nigeria and the hovering hunger for survival by two teenage boys. Hope you enjoy. Completed version with no coins for now. Make sure you drop your reviews... *** Rumours of a War A proverb says that when it rains everyday, there is a bound of sorrow within the rain. Maybe we were not that rich but we were happy or we claimed to be. The only problem was that I was no longer in school. I think I liked it that way, school stress was so hard especially now that I was in the junior secondary.