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Her fingers fumbled several times, but she was determined to do it herself, afraid he might try to help her again. When she turned back to face him, he still hadn't spoken. Instead, he removed his waterproof jacket and draped it over Riley. Underneath, he wore a black hoodie adorned with a unique golden emblem on the left chest—a crescent moon and a droplet shimmering faintly in the dim light. At that moment, everything became clear to Riley. The golden moon and the golden droplet of blood symbolized the Golden Blood Pack, one of the world's most renowned packs, led by Eash's father.

The blood was squirming as if it were alive and squeezed all the white bones inside. It looked as if there were a blood sacrifice of some ancient creatures. Faint bloody aura began to permeate the air. Under the influence of this aura, the people who were madly battling became even more bloodthirsty. Their eyes turned red as they went all out like mad beasts. "No, come back quickly!" Ding Hao shouted, reminding Evil Moon and Qu Feng. The two of them also realized that something was wrong. They grabbed a few more treasures and reluctantly sped up to leave the battlefield in the distance, flying toward the place where Ding Hao was.

"Thomas sold us out to the Blood Court." "What's the Blood Court?" "Ancient vampire faction. They want hybrid children." She fired at the approaching vampires. "We need to fall back!" "I'm not leaving him!" I pressed my hands to Kael's wound. Dr. Rhodes appeared beside me. "Move. Let me work." She pulled a glowing blade, cutting into Kael's chest while he roared in pain. "Got it!" She pulled out the bullet, pressing her glowing hands to the wound. The flesh began knitting together. "Healing magic. It'll keep him alive."

I said to him, knowing after seeing it in use that it could kill him. Beta Marcus shakes his head at me, before he says, “It won’t kill him. He has the blood of a royal in him, and it is crafted with their blood inside of it, that is why it glows a bright light. An object crafted from one’s bloodline is not able to destroy its own blood, so Urijah is in no harm from it.”

The mated wolves of the Blood Shadow Pack began telling stories, romanticizing his love for me as something carved deep into his bones. Only one werewolf didn't join in. She sneered quietly and pulled from her drawer a beautifully wrapped box. On the lid, in bold letters, it read: To Nicholas. For Your Eyes Only. By the time Nicholas returned to his office, he was almost unrecognizable—thin to the point of fragility, his features hollowed. Those who saw him whispered as he passed. Many believed the pack would soon elect a new Alpha. But the Alpha once known for his boundless ambition felt nothing at all. Not until his gaze landed on a poster—then his pupils shrank sharply.

The long table was empty, except for Seth and Sarah at the head. In front of Leo's seat was a small stone bowl. It was filled with a deep purple liquid that pulsed with a strange, powerful energy. "Sit, Viola, Leo," Sarah smiled sweetly, but her tone was a command. She pointed to the bowl. "This is our Blackwood 'Blood of Awakening.' It's a bloodline-strengthening potion. Normally, only the most powerful pups are worthy of it." My own blood ran cold. As a High Healer, I knew exactly what that was.

They also corroded the body of dead enemies and turned them to pure essence, which he absorbed go get stronger. “Take the ones left, I’ll go right. Azea, the ones up front are yours.”, he said before rushing at them. They seem agitated and start rushing at him too. “Blood Art: Blood Mist.” A dark red mist covered them as he entered. Since it was just blood, it gave him the exact position of everything in the mist. He started firing at all of them, hearing them screech continuously as his blood ate away at them. He made quick work of them as they couldn’t sense where he was. They’re weaker than I expected. Is that–

These rogues had become pure fighting machines. Gray and Orathe activated the Dyess family's inherited Gift - Blood Hell. They could control the blood of all enemies in an instant. Gray enjoyed making enemies' blood vessels burst, causing their demise, while Orathe turned the enemies' blood into countless tiny blood arrows, piercing them from the inside out.

Assassin Leader: “And why would I believe you? Wolves boast of their divinity, but blood is blood. All it does is stain.” Kaelthorn’s claws scraped the stone as he leaned closer. His voice dropped to a whisper, dark and venomous. Kaelthorn: “Because I have seen it. Their warriors drink from the Moon Goddess’s basin, and no wound stays open, no sickness lingers. I watched a man bleed badly but still he rose to fight again, whole. Their blood carries that same divinity. And I can bring it to you.” The leader’s fingers drummed against the stone table, slowly.

The Blood-Rain was not a metaphor. It was a physical corruption, a heavy, metallic downpour that stained the world a deep, visceral crimson. As the ten thousand newly awakened Hallowed warriors marched out of the Silver Mines, the sky seemed to be hemorrhaging. Each drop that landed on the skin felt like a needle-prick of sorrow, a cold, cloying reminder of the lives Selene had sacrificed to fuel her ascension.