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“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.”

Each year, each battle, each clash against the wolves ended in humiliation. To Arce, who was born into this era of loss, triumph was a story told by elders with wistful eyes, not something she had ever witnessed herself. She had never once tasted the fabled human blood that her kind referred to as Hades's Nectar. The old ones claimed it was a gift beyond description, a flavor so exquisite it seemed as though Hades himself had blessed it. Arce's drifting thoughts snapped back when a sharp yelp rang out from the pit.

However, most clans are too traditional to marry off their daughters to strangers. Raven, thankfully, would never do that. Bloodlust is coursing through my veins as I aim my weapon towards three guards standing at the back of the building. My body stiffens, yet my muscles remain relaxed and still, almost like I'm asleep but with my eyes open. My sole boundary is the hazy sky. There is no breeze, no outside noise. Chaos is all that is necessary. I fire, striking the first guard square in the forehead. It's too late when the other two turns to face him while their weapons. I knocked one in the hollow of his neck and the other in the heart.

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.

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.

The Flaming Phoenix let out fierce cries and charged straight at the Blood Emperor. The Blood Emperor snorted. The roar of the sea of blood rolled up monstrous waves of blood and swept toward the Flaming Phoenix. The Flaming Phoenix charged straight into the sea of blood. With an explosion, purple flames spread across the sea of blood. A roiling bloody fog rose like a cloud with the shape of mushrooms. The Blood Emperor snorted angrily. Huge waves rose from the sea of blood and extinguished the spreading purple flames. The Blood Emperor raised his eyes. To be exact, he raised two bloody holes. His so-called eyes were also covered with wriggling blood and looked very disgusting. He looked at

"A low-ranking patrol went missing near the sulfur canyons. When the Beta vanguard found their armored transport... the vehicle wasn't destroyed by silver or weapons. The metal had been completely corroded from the inside out by an ancient, traditionalist rot. The wolves’ bodies were stripped of their flesh, their blood-essence completely siphoned out into the stone." My heart skipped a frantic, maternal beat, my mind instantly flashing to the nursery where Leo and Lily were currently playing with their silver blocks. “The Phoenix blood is a catalyst... to awaken an ancient god.” Kaelen's father’s holographic projection echoed through my mind with a terrifying clarity [INDEX].

At the top, in letters larger than the rest, were the words: The Prophecy of the Gold Blood. Aurora leaned forward. Her eyes moved quickly across the page, drinking in as much as she could. When darkness swallows the land of wolves and the pack bleeds from within, a gold-blooded one shall rise. Born of shadow and sacrifice, marked by the moon herself. She shall carry within her the fire to rebuild or the power to destroy. The pack shall not survive without her. And she shall not survive without the truth... Aurora's mouth went dry. She read it again. Then a third time.

Chapter 9: Blood and Birthright The ritual circle glowed with unnatural moonlight in the heart of the Blackfang medical wing. Riley knelt naked in the center, hands pressed to his swollen belly, tears streaming down his face as Lucian lay pale and motionless on the stone altar beside him. Silver poison burned through the Alpha’s veins — the healers had done everything they could, but only Pure Omega blood could purge it. “Take it,” Riley whispered to the moon above. “Take whatever you need. Just save him.”

Opal didn't interrupt once, but her eyes narrowed sharply at the mention of Kanyon, the Lycan King. "I knew that him saving me all those years ago would come back to bite me in the ass," she muttered. "The king says you owe him," DJ added. "Yes, I do," she sighed. "As I was telling my young visitors here, I needed the blood of a powerful Lycan to make the potion I needed to regain my strength." "Oh?" Cameron gulped. "I'm dying, and the only way to save me is to perform the spell in this book." She held up the Book of the Gods, and Cameron gasped.