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had eaten through his flesh down to the bone in a matter of seconds. "I... I can't feel them," Ash whispered, staring at his ruined hands. He looked up at her, and the grey in his eyes was replaced by a flickering, unstable gold. "Rhea... what is happening?" "The blood," Rhea sobbed, the golden light in her skin beginning to swirl violently. "The vision was right. You're the final ingredient. The fire... it’s not letting you near me because it wants you to bleed for it first." Outside the cathedral, the legion of a thousand shadow-beasts let out a collective, rhythmic thrum. It wasn't a growl. It was a cheer.

Danessa cheered trying to keep her excitement shushed. “Well I am famished so I appreciate it, my good man.” Bloodchild spoke softly. The carriage house man led them to a dining hutch and as they sat a maid came up and poured their drink. “This is very fresh, My Lord and Lady. It should cure what ales ya.” She poured them both large goblets of blood and sat the pitcher on the table between them. “There’s plenty more. Help yourself.” She turned and left the room with the carriage house man. They didn’t want to be options so they kept their distance from thirsty ones.

“I meant… I went to the kitchen for water after the study. It’s just a long day.” “Eat your lamb, Lisa,” Laredo intervened, his tone authoritative but carrying an undertone of secret amusement. “You need your strength. You’ve had a very… active afternoon.” The double meaning hit me like a physical blow. I looked down at my plate, the red juice of the medium-rare meat pooling in the centre. It looked too much like the blood Laredo had drawn when he bit my lip. I forced a piece into my mouth, the salt and fat feeling like ash.

The sound of snapping ribs echoed horribly. Cahir screamed for mercy, but Axel showed none. With a violent shake of his massive head, he ripped Cahir in half—rending flesh and bone like paper. The remains of the traitor slammed into the blood-smeared floor. Silence fell over the wrecked court, broken only by the gasping sobs of the children and the heavy panting of the black beast standing over Cahir’s mangled corpse. And with a sudden thud, Jared Ashtower's head rolled down the feet of Henri. The hall was a stream of blood, everyone dead. The body of Lord Ashfold was a big feast for Nyxar and Night the Direwolves.

Rome punches him in the face and Monty holds her back as Joffrey tries to yank the knife from where I had lodged it in her chest. My hands burn and I glance down, seeing her blood twist and shift around my fingers, pulling itself from me like an organism that lives of its own accord. It trickles to the marble beneath me, swishing across the floor, joining the rest of her blood that has fallen from her pale body. “No, no, no!” Joffrey hisses to no one in particular. “This isn’t happening! This can’t be happening!”

If looks could kill, I'd have dropped dead that very second. Ava gave me a grin before looking at them, her face turning serious. "Do you remember that girl?" She pointed to the girl in chains. "Yes, my Queen," they replied in sync. One of them looked a bit frightened. "You," Ava pointed at him, "tell me what happened." "Yes, my Queen," he bowed. "Master Sacredos drained my blood into a glass and I remember him putting in powder of crushed vervain before serving it to her." "And what happened after she fainted?" Ava leaned forward in her seat, anger clear in her words.

asked Adrienne as she plucked a globe of grape and put it in her mouth. She watched as her son waited for his father while Alaric sliced pieces of bloody steak to put on his son’s plate. “He seems to have taken quite a liking of eating bloodier steaks than me,” said Alaric as he put the sliced meat on Rune’s plate. “Yes, I have observed that as well,” Adrienne agreed immediately. “Our kid appeared to have a stronger affinity to bloody foods than you. As well as darkness.” Adrienne said as she another grape on her mouth.

“It’s coming soon. I just need my strength first. I need to stand and I need to show them who they are and who I am, what it is to challenge me. And what is at stake for what they've done.” “Strength?” he echoed carefully, warily. “I do not understand, alpha.” I chuckled, the sound echoing darkly through the broken halls. “Blood is power, Theon. Blood is life. And right now, there’s nothing I crave more. Blood, flesh and the lives of those that are weak, I am gaining my strength from them.” His jaw tightened, eyes flickering with a disgust he failed to hide. “If you say so, Alpha.” “Oh, I do say so,” I murmured softly, stepping toward him slowly, dangerously. “You doubt me? You're not fright

The heir of the Howe family, the infamous 'venomous snake' Zach Howe, was the only man who held sway in both the underworld and high society. However, for some reason, he became obsessed with me and would not let go. I had once asked him about it. Back then, Zach sat on the sofa with his gaze fixed on me. As he exhaled a cloud of smoke, his striking features looked even more unreal in the haze. He said, "There's no reason. I just like you."

Alessio finished her sentence: “He weaponized it.” --- In the vault, the thing bled. Not in the way flesh bleeds. Not in the way that ends life. This blood spread across the walls, seeping into the cracks like memory flooding a wound. It smelled of rust and burning paper, of ash and salt and something colder. The light shifted, flickering deeper red. Jace stood before it, skin damp, eyes wide, chest rising slower now as the heat in the room began to drop. His breath misted. The sixth man stepped back, touched the wall, and vanished into it—gone in a way that made the room feel smaller, tighter, hungrier.