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Where her past self is acting as the representative of the being, in front of her creator and father that she doesn’t address nor think of Kyle that way anymore. “Amusing.” Reina smiles in satisfaction, yet with a hint and shadow of a cunning one as a snap echo and a pentagram is formed from the air and on the top of her hand, as a book perfectly landed unto her hand and purposely showed it with the title and the words. “BLOOD RESURRECTION.” The name of the book that is covered with the tainted black and mark with the picture of blood and knives. That does not just catch the interest of Kyle, but hit the present Winona of the sudden and quick pain that she never had before.

taking my hand into hers, she tried to brush the worry, but she knew it could not do anything; “those people, those who attacked, are a strong cult of pure bloods believers, they believe that bloods should not be mixed, it happend to multiple packs, where incidents like this take places, the most recent happened with the Corrigens, where his human mate got killed by her own omegas. I remember that incident, it was a big blow, they said that the used dark magic to save the cups, but no one knows for certain what went down.

This generation is indeed promising. "Well, then..." Dana drawled with her eyes glowing iridescently under the light of the sun that peeked through the leaves of the forest. Tara turned her head slightly at Chloe, her eyebrows raised. "I shall show you the power of the Blood Star in all of her glory." She raised her hand, fingers outstretched, as if reaching out towards the Olaire. The Olaire guy choked on his scream as his blood began to boil. "W-what--"

Instead, I would get to feel it for the first time. I looked at it in my palm, the words for the activation spell ringing in my head. Then I inhaled deeply and held the amulet to my chest as I said the words out loud: "Like the force of a flood, wield your power through my blood." And just like that, what felt like electricity coursed throughout my veins, making my eyes roll to the back of my head as my body vibrated uncontrollably. I could not see anything except a bright, red light in my vision, and my grip on the amulet went tighter, causing my fingers to draw blood from my palm.

"If you give him your blood, the draw from a dying Alpha could pull the life right out of your womb. It could kill the baby. It could kill you." "If Oscar dies, Katherine’s rogues will cross that border and finish the job anyway," Amora said. She reached across the tray, snatched the small, silver scalpel, and drew the blade sharply across her palm. A deep, dark red line appeared across her skin. But as the blood began to pool, it didn't look ordinary. In the harsh fluorescent light of the clinic, the liquid carried a faint, pearlescent shimmer—a silver-white glow that looked like liquid moonlight.

He knew what had been happening here and he was unable to stop it. (DESTINY , who was sitting in her room, closing her eyes witnessing everything happening in the battlefield shot open her eyes and started panting. Choice, her little sister got worried and started shaking her trying to relax her asking her what happened, when she oy mumbled two words .... " BLOOD PACT ") OHMAN was now dead and was lying in a pool of his own blood which was still flowing and gushing like a stream making his body drenched , but his eyes were still open and it was sending chills down Trinity's spine as if he was looking deep into her soul.

The whole room was now paying attention. Luke broke into a laugh, he threw his head back against the edge of the chair, and his neck was bent in a painfully sharp angle. The side effects were kicking in, the blank mind. Luke is probably asleep somewhere inside the boy before them, this was his deep and drugged consciousness talking. His voice echoed in the room as it grew quiet. “Ophelia…” Luke started, turning his eyes to Ophelia through his held back head. “The purest and strongest of the Crescent’s bloodline. The blood of the Moon Goddess courses through her veins, blood that is far more stronger than mine. And Noah–”

She then stood up and moved between rows until she found the volume she'd been chasing: The Draven Lineage - Blood, Rule, and Power. The leather spine cracked when she pulled it free, dust motes scattering like tiny ghosts. Settling at a table, she flipped through yellowed pages. Her eyes snagged on a passage scrawled in tight script: "Omega blood is a contradiction. Fragile in vessel, considered useless but laden with potential beyond Alpha dominion. Many have tried to wield it. Few survive. For its purity weakens the wicked, yet empowers the chosen. In it lies either ruin or ascension."

And each step feeling like you are crossing a battlefield towards the enemy that killed someone you love. Fenrir is silent, watching and waiting. I reach the vehicle, gripping the edge of the tarp, the fabric is rough under my gloves, and it is damp with years of neglect. For a second, my hand hesitates. Then I rip it off. The sound of tarp rolling through the yard. As I let the tarp collapse to the floor. And the monster underneath it finally reveals itself, the Collins - series Obsidian, black, massive looking like a predator itself.

"As it fades, I see the truth - in plain sight, yet hidden all along. We are all children of blood and bone. All instruments of vengeance and virtue. This truth holds me close, rocking me like a child in a mother's arms. It binds me in its love as death swallows me in its grasp." - Tomi Adeyemi, Children of Blood and Bone * * * *