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Zoe’s hand trembled as she held the pendant in front of her, the vial inside now fully visible. The cool glass was small, but it held something powerful - something ancient. Her heart raced as she carefully removed the vial from its delicate casing. The blood inside was a deep, dark crimson, swirling with a strange, almost hypnotic energy. Zoe could feel the pull of it, the lure, the hunger.

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.

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

The rusted iron shard bit into the obsidian dais with a shriek of tortured metal, sending a spray of gold-flecked sparks dancing across the silver-mercury floorboards. Leo didn't look up. He didn't flinch as the First Omega’s shadow swept over him, a cold, clinical weight that turned the air in his lungs to liquid nitrogen. The lunge of the goddess didn't end in a strike; it ended in a suspension.

she asked. I gazed down on the city, and I felt myself sinking. "They didn't miss," I said. "They didn't fail." "Then why am I alive?" she asked. I swallowed. “And you see,” I said, “because you were the intended victim the whole time.” The line went dead. And I knew the truth I was not wanting to know the first time. This was not a war that awaited my empire. It was coming for Drina.

She snapped her fingers again, and a suited man walked toward her with a bowl, while the first two pulled the man away. She opened the bowl and revealed the content inside, it was filled with blood. “Drink up…you will need your strength for what you are about to do.” She said to him and fed him the blood while he drank in small sips before it turned into large gulps.

Tears rolled down my cheeks, I was not only scared for myself that I had handed my heart over to this man, I was also scared for his people, I needed to know what inspired such hatred to murder his people. “You want to know the truth? I will tell you.” He strolled from the throne towards me, “The world I told that was built by me and my two friends, these people are the descendants. We made a blood covenant that whichever one of us dies first, our power should be given to the next who was alive to maintain the balance of the park for greater good. Their fathers saw us as a threat and opted to end our lives. For each one they killed, their powers were absorbed into my blood, the same blood I

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And for Selene to stand beside him—not as his subordinate, but as his Luna, his equal. The ceremony was not a gentle affair. The Ashen Pack thrived on strength, on endurance, on proving dominance through action—not just words. And so, the Blood Oath was required. Selene stood before Darius at the center of the gathering, her stance unwavering, her gaze locked onto his. They were dressed in ceremonial robes—dark silver for him, deep charcoal black for her, embroidered with symbols of the ancient wolves who had ruled before them. Kael and Zaria stood as witnesses, each holding blades carved from obsidian, meant for one purpose.

Then she glanced at the seal again, and the truth of it settled deeper into her bones. This wasn’t just a battlefield injury. It was a chance. A clue. A kind of blood that might explain what the crowns wanted from her, if she could survive long enough to read it properly. The gold ichor had answered her hand once already. It might answer again. Behind her, the academy’s hall was still ringing with the aftermath of violence. Ahead, Jason Scott remained a threat. But between them sat a small contained pulse of divine blood, steadying under her will.