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“You’re not worthy of wearing a single thread of hers.” Chloe screamed, panic flooding her face. “Why are you doing this? Gabriel, we’re about to complete the Blood Bond! I’m your Blood Queen!” “She’s not coming back,” Chloe blurted out, desperation twisting her words. “She left the Coven with that little bastard. There are so many Outcast Vampires on the road—she’s probably already dead, torn apart somewhere and forgotten!” “Shut up.” His hand closed around her throat in a flash, lifting her off the ground.

The air in the maintenance tunnels beneath the Cradle didn’t just smell like damp earth and electrical grease; it tasted like copper. It was the taste of a looming storm, the metallic tang that precedes a lightning strike. I knelt in the shadows of the primary junction, my back pressed against a cooling pipe that thrummed with a rhythmic, mechanical heartbeat. My fingers were steady as I checked the action on my rifle, but my pulse was a different story. It was a jagged, frantic staccato that had nothing to do with the mission and everything to do with the woman currently climbing through the guts of the building above me.

Her skin seemed colder. Her lips were a bit blue and appeared to be a bit of blood inside her nostrils. My body shook with fear. Widened eyes refused to unseen the view. My heart leaped into my throat as I shrunk back and stood there voiceless. "She died seventy years ago, but even today, her blood flows out of her vein proves this place is cursed." His words throbbed inside me. I left with nothing but a numb body when he explained further.

“Some were shot, some burned alive by fricking Molotov cocktails, some died when the supply tent exploded, one had his throat slit in the woods, another had a sharp object shoved through his eye and into his brain, and the rest had their throats ripped out by a wolf." “A wolf,” the Night King said, his eyebrow rising. “So, the Silver Myst did show up to help her, just as Roland said he would.” “It would seem so,” Luther grinned excitedly. He couldn’t wait to find the man so he could challenge him to a duel. He was at his happiest when he was fighting agisnt the best of the best. “Unless the girl did it with her bare teeth. Though, from the feeling I’m getting from her, I wouldn’t put it past

When the last offering had been made. I tightened my grip on my own dagger. The metal was ice-cold. The pain as it sliced through my flesh burned hot. I drew the blade firmly across my palm. The First Bloodline. The ancient, noble blood flowing through my veins surged from the wound. Holding my hand above the very center of the altar where the others' blood had gathered, I slowly curled my fingers into a fist. Drop by drop... My blood fell. The instant the first crimson drop touched the others, sharp hissing sounds filled the air. The runes blazed as though they had gone mad. A dense mist poured from every glowing carving.

Luciana breathed out in relief, ignoring the looks she was getting from her roommates. She began to ponder upon what she had learnt from the library. She learnt that almost all supernatural creatures have classes, depending on how pure their blood was. She also learnt that over the years, the royals have preserved their pure blood by only breeding with people with pure blood too. They also strengthen themselves by drinking blood from other creatures, most especially the sirens.

I saw Cillian immediately and I gasped involuntarily. He was fighting with River. It was a heated one. Then it looked like Cillian was about to win but something happened and he staggered. I screamed loudly when he stabbed Cillian. The magical bowl cracked and the vision ended. CILLIAN'S POV The stab was so powerful that it passed through my armour. He smiled at me, knowing he had won. I looked around and saw the witch killing my men two at a time. The narrative was changing. Blood was dripping from my body. Then I looked him in the eye, fueled by a mad rage. With his blade stilI inside me, I sank my fist into his belly and pulled his insides out. I saw the life leave his eyes and he dropped

In a fit of pure anger, she cried out and threw her left fist at his face, sending an awkward but powerful punch right across his jaw. Caine grunted in shock as he finally released his pressure and stepped back. He could taste blood in his mouth as soon as he moved his tongue. He swiped a finger along the inside of his lip and held it before him, revealing his fingertip to be covered in blood. Caine was genuinely astonished. He never imagined Rowan would have acquired that sort of fighting prowess. It struck him as the aptitude of an Outsider.

His tongue snaked out of his mouth and he licked Aislinn's chin and up to her lips trying to force his way in between. Brinah passed out as she lay watching her blood seeping into the damp ground at the base of the ninth stone. Rafe felt the first of the pain shooting through his arms and legs as Cullen plowed into his side for the last time. As the men grappled Rafe roared in pain. For all his strength he wasn't able to combat the twisting of his body as well as Cullen Arnauk at the same time.

My brain screamed. Move. Move. MOVE! But before I could even lift my hand— CULLEN LEAPED IN FRONT OF ME. His body blocked mine. And the glowing liquid slammed straight into his skin. The sound it made was horrible. Like flesh meeting fire. Like burning acid eating through life. Cullen didn’t even scream. He just gasped—once—and then he fell. Straight to the floor. My heart cracked open. “CULLEN!” I shouted. I threw the dagger and rushed to him fast. I fell to my knees beside him. My whole body was shaking.