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He said, something that I already knew, and I smiled at him. "Is that all?" I asked, and he nodded. "That is all on your weaknesses," He said, and I sighed, but he looked worried, and I had to ask him why. "We are fighting with witches, and witches can cause the blood moon to appear. The only divine wolf that is powerful during a blood moon is Haimon," he said, and I understood his fear. The goddess had sent the wrong wolf for the job. "You need to hide or burn the books, Luna, so it does not fall into the wrong hands," he said, and I nodded.

Besides, I think they're too impatient to do things calmly. "What do you know about this wine called 'Blood of the Wise'?" Judging Orion's expression, there's no doubt, he's willing to tell him everything he wants to know. Ah. The scent of victory.

Blood dripped from my palm, thick, crimson, glistening in the pale moonlight. And then, just like the goddess said, I felt it, heat curling from deep within my veins. My blood began to glow, faintly at first, then brighter. The drops that fell to the ground sizzled, tiny sparks igniting in the dirt. The rogue's eyes widened. "What are you—" I clenched my fist. The blood ignited, a flame bursting to life in my hand, red and gold, wild and alive. "I told you," I said, my voice steady, my fear burned away by fire. "You don't know anything about me."

“Then we’ll give them something else to fear.” Darius crossed his arms. “You’re not alone anymore, Ava. Let the gods tremble.” Marcus gave a slow nod. “Let them come.” The seer placed a gentle hand on Ava’s shoulder. “Then it begins. The countdown to the blood moon. The war of old blood and new.” Ava looked toward the dark sky beyond the chamber’s stone ceiling, her eyes steady, her voice clear. “Let the gods watch. I was born of dusk and twin blood… but I will rise as something they never foresaw.”

The torches flickered. The courtyard floor trembled under my knees. Oliver’s breath hitched sharply against my skin. Then he drank. Not out of hunger. Not out of instinct. But out of need. Pure blood surged through him—my blood, my strength, my life—rushing into him like fire igniting through frozen veins. His entire body jerked, and he dropped to one knee with me still in his arms, gripping me tightly as if afraid I would disappear. His eyes snapped fully open, the blue haze cracking violently as green burst through, bright and furious.

“Very well. I’ll start.” Old Ophis took a deep breath. He took out a bottle from his chest, which contained fresh crimson blood inside. From the bottle’s appearance, it was unclear how long it had been stored, but the color of the blood was exceptionally vivid. “This is some blood left by Master. It’s a necessary primer for breaking the seal,” Old Ophis explained briefly, then sprinkled the blood in the direction where all the corpses were pointing. When the blood fell to the ground, it did not touch any dust but swiftly merged into it.

Another laughed as it forced its way down her throat and one after the other, they raided Margaret open body parts. Her blood splattered everywhere and her eyeballs rolled down the hill we were on. Collins grabbed the golden orb, and fled with it in his possession. I was transfixed but with time, too, I ran for my life and just like I have come to discover now, wolves have and always will be... Sacrificed. Once a year. And so shall it be till the end of day, none has been and none shall be able to break the cycle. Dear diary, armageddon can't be as gory as what I saw.

I looked down to see my own blood, pooling over the open pages of the book given to me by the sprites, a blade with black diamonds on the hilt and a large deep red ruby sitting inside a metal frame at the base of the handle, protruded from my stomach. Gasping I could feel my life fade away, I took one last look to see that Joshua had been ran through, his lifeless body laid crumpled on the cold bloody ground. I could hardly recognize the scream of terror that escaped my lips before I felt my life leave my body. Draven.

The blade came free with resistance, the sound wet and thick as it tore loose from muscle, dragging damage with it in a way that made the pain spike again, sharper, deeper, enough that Apollo’s vision narrowed at the edges for a fraction of a second. Still, he did not make a sound. Blood followed. Not the usual dark spill of infernal injury. Thicker. Darker. It oozed rather than flowed, blackened to a depth that devoured what little light dared touch it, spreading slowly across the torn fabric of his armour and the ground beneath. It looked wrong the moment it met the air—not merely blood, but corruption given liquid shape, glossy and viscous as pitch, as if the underworld itself had bled th

Kira’s howl rose through him and he let it come, let it fill the space behind his ribs, let it take everything the grief had opened up and turn it into something that moved in one direction only. “You don’t know what I am.” His voice came out fractured and enormous simultaneously, filling the temple without rising to a shout. “I am an Omega. The last of the most powerful bloodline this world has ever produced.” The white returned to his eyes and kept going, silver light bleeding through the cracks in the floor around his feet. “And what I give you tonight will follow your souls past death.” He raised his foot and brought it down. The floor split open in every direction from the point of impa