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) Papa Jamie echoed. After a few drops the blood stopped flowing and a pool formed in my palm. Hunted handed us both handkerchiefs to wipe off the excess blood. Papa Jamie placed the dagger on a podium that stood beside him and turned to face us once again with a smile. “It’s time to mark your mate.” Devin grinned widely which made me roll my eyes. He took a step forward and swept the hair off my left shoulder. “Are you ready, Babe?” I nodded feeling a little light headed.

Raziel's voice was a thunderous roar, echoing off the walls as he commanded the Shadows to drink. With a swift, savage motion, he raked his Wolf claw across the palm of his hand, opening up a deep gash. The blood welled up, a dark, crimson flow that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. The Shadows, those dark, ethereal tendrils, responded to Raziel's call, slithering out of the darkness like living, breathing serpents.

Nibbling and grazing the golden neck. "Then.. Don’t. Now that I can’t, but if I could I would love to die in your arms" . Callum said, losing himself in Stephen’s arms. The moon was at its peak. Full Blue moon like Stephen eyes that had turned red. He placed his lips on the pulsing vein before barring his teeth. Callum felt a sting and then all he could feel was a frenzy, a euphoria. He now knew why Stephen felt excited offering him his blood.

until exactly twenty drops had pooled at the bottom. The elder pulled a strip of cloth from his sleeve and tied it around his hand to stop the bleeding. He then slid the knife across the table toward Travis. "Slice your palm," the elder commanded. "Let twenty drops of your blood join mine." Travis didn't hesitate. He grabbed the knife and dragged the blade across his palm. The sting was sharp, but it was nothing compared to the pain in his heart. He held his hand over the bowl, counting each drop. When the twentieth drop hit the surface, something strange happened. The two different types of blood began to swirl together, forming a strange, glowing line that shimmered like oil on water.

Red light, the color of fresh blood, of rage barely contained. "Now!" She shouted over the wind. She pulled a knife from her belt—silver, etched with more symbols—and without hesitation drew it across her left wrist. The pain was sharp and briefly crippling, making her breath hiss between her teeth. But she didn't stop. Didn't slow down. Just held her bleeding wrist over the pentagram and let the blood drip. One drop. Two. Three. Around the circle, the others did the same. I felt her watching each of them, making sure they all participated. Making sure they were all equally complicit in what came next.

knows how to do when she’s cornered: I fought with the debris of my life. I grabbed a jagged shard of the "Zero-Point" glass from the floor—a piece heavy enough to require two hands—and slammed it into my own palm. I let my "Obsidian-Gold" blood spray directly onto the creature’s face. My blood wasn't just liquid; it was a high-frequency Sovereign signature. To an unformed god, it was like throwing acid on a silk sheet. The creature shrieked—a sound that shattered the remaining light fixtures in the room—its liquid body boiling and steaming where my blood hit it.

Before the phantom could swing, I sharply slid the sharp edge of my silver blade directly across the palm of my left hand. A sharp spike of pain flared through my skin as my hot, ancient lineage blood welled up, completely coating the silver steel in a thick, glowing crimson layer. With a fierce, explosive battle cry, I dodged beneath the phantom’s heavy, slow sweep, utilizing my martial arts training to pivot sharply onto my heels. I drove the blood-coated silver blade straight into the center of the phantom's chest.

The red light painted the sharp angles of his face as he inhaled the scentless, calm air radiating off my skin. "Ready," Killian whispered, his voice dangerously low. "Three, two, one—move." Killian lifted his hands, and I plunged my fingers directly into the torn flesh, searching blindly through the warm, rushing blood until my tips clamped down hard on the pulsing, ruptured artery. The heavy spurting stopped instantly, reducing to a slow, steady ooze. A heavy thud rattled the iron-bolted door from the hallway outside, followed by the harsh sound of someone trying to kick it off its hinges.

*WARNING* It has killing scene and gore. If you are not comfortable then read at your own risk. Thank you~ ••• Lucas signalled to one of his men who had been holding Diego's henchmen by both arms and the man in black nodded upj getting the signal from his boss. He switched his hands to the neck of Diego's man and within the snap of fingers the man was lying dead on the floor with blood pooling out from his mouth. Yes! With just one swing the cracking sound of his bones resonated and the man was dead. Lucas skimmed around the hall in order to spot the after but Diego was still hiding like a cowed that Lucas called him out once again

💿 Disc 2 Sub Theme : Walking Into Death's Alley (2) . I look at her again more closely this time and I can't believe I missed it before. Dripping down the side of her neck are two long trails of blood. They flow down her neck until they reach the collar of her white shirt soaking into it. My stomach coils at the sight of the blood and I have to fight back a gag.