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Fear, grief, awe, fury—they tangled together until I could barely breathe. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “This isn’t fair. I didn’t choose this.” “The Moon does not bargain with desire,” Oya replied. “She chooses. You may rage. You may mourn. But the truth is carved in your blood.” The light shifted. Shadows swirled in the water around the glowing child—chains, blades, wolves with their throats bared. I recoiled. “What is that?”

The night of the Blood Eclipse still evokes horror. Julian's corpse, which had returned to its original form due to the loss of magic in his death, lay lifeless on the ground floor of Olympus Tower. The arrogant man who once thought he was holding onto heaven in Bloodmoon is now just a pile of dirty flesh that history will never remember.

"The Supermen." Dennis placed his right hand on the top of his desk and immediately, a green light ran through the glass and his palm. "Clearance approved," the AI announced and a section of the top slid open to bring up a black manila folder. He passed it to Megan. Project Olympus. That was the title on the folder. Opening it, Megan discovered that it was a collection of detailed information on Jay, Adolf and Kei: their physiological stats, power description and stats, even their medical history. Everything had been documented in details.

“Five drops so that there is more of your blood in the paste than Typhon or Zeus’. When you drop your blood in the spoon, I need you to command it to overpower and dissolve the bonds between Typhon and Zeus.” I took the dagger, closed my eyes, and took a deep breathe. I’ve always hated the sight of my own blood. Others I can deal with but mine makes me queasy. Before I opened my eyes, I felt my marks heat up. I knew that Emerial was back and that he had let his essence out to mix with mine. I let mine out and handed the dagger to Emerial. He held it out blade first so that I could hold the spoon and slice my finger.

"Pathetic." The tension mounted. Violence was imminent. Revira gripped the back of Rakar's jacket, scared half to death. "ENOUGH!" The voice came from Eldric. The Elder stepped forward, slicing the tension like a hot knife through butter. He hadn't shouted, but his voice carried an authority that made Goran and the other warriors immediately lower their heads. "This child is dying," Eldric said coldly, looking at Goran. "He carries the Moon Blood. If he detonates here because you blocked his path, your blood will be the first to boil."

"Promise me you'll run if you need to. Promise me you won't let love or loyalty or the gods-damned bond get you killed." "I promise to do what's necessary to keep us both alive," I say. It's not the promise he wants, but it's the only one I can give. He opens his mouth to argue, but the words die as the first rays of the Bloodmoon crest the horizon. The effect is instantaneous. Kael's body goes rigid, his eyes rolling back as the curse surges through him. The mark on his ribs flares brilliant red, and shadows explode from his skin like smoke. He gasps, falls to his knees, the chains rattling as his muscles spasm. And then he screams.

“First period. Empty classroom. Elara bit my neck. It stung for a second, then… warmth. I felt her drink. My blood—it looked gold. Shimmering. Like liquid sunlight. She pulled back fast. There was gold on her hand. The wound healed almost instantly. She said she felt stronger. Invigorated. We realized it was the Bloodmate bond. We have to stay close for 24 hours.” Celeste listened—still, silent—then leaned back. She stared at the ceiling for a long moment. Then her voice dropped—quiet, almost reverent. “During the Swarm War… Kojin got injured. One of the last battles. He was bleeding out. His blood hit the ground—and it was gold. Liquid gold. Ichor. I thought I was hallucinating from blood l

As secrets surface and desire ignites, she’s caught between a man she should fear and a passion she can’t ignore. The deeper she falls into Alexander’s world, the harder it becomes to tell whether he’s her captor… or her only chance at survival. Dark. Addictive. Explosive. Blood & Oath is a gripping mafia romance about loyalty, revenge, and a love so fierce it might just destroy them both.

I grabbed a match from the mantle and struck it. “What are you doing?” Silas roared, lunging for me. I dropped the match. The gilt-edged pages, soaked in the dry rot of twenty years, caught instantly. The secrets of the Ares empire—the murders, the bribes, the “Conditioning”—erupted into a wall of orange flame. “I’m clearing the site,” I said. Silas tackled me, the weight of him slamming me into the mahogany desk. We hit the floor, a tangle of limbs and fury. I felt the detonator fly from his hand, skidding across the floor toward the vault.

The black stone towers rose against the dim crimson sky, and the silver-veined paths glimmered beneath their feet. Students moved around them in clusters, some in deep, crimson-trimmed uniforms, others in darker grey and silver. Wolves. Vampires. Others, rarer and harder to place. Everyone looked like they belonged. Virelle felt that difference immediately. She was watched from every direction, not always openly, but constantly. Eyes tracked her progress. Whispers changed shape as she passed. The silver-blood girl. The oath anomaly. The thing from the Hollow Grounds.