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“It is best that we know everything about Serenity’s blood.” “What if we just got a bit of human blood?” Serenity asks slowly, drawing all gazes toward her. “When we first learned of my blood, I had a friend that experimented on wolf blood to show what my blood was capable of; it should be the same with human blood too, right?” “It should,” Jose grins. “But who is this friend you speak of? And how do we get ahold of him?” “It’ll just take a call.” Rosco huffs in annoyance. “The friend is a member of Emerald Moon.”

I demanded. “I’m here to warn you,” Gloria said with her eyes locking onto mine. “The witches have big plans for you, Serena. You’re the key to everything.” “I’m so tired of hearing this bullshit!” I cried. “They need your blood,” Gloria said simply. “You are the direct link to the Wolf mother’s power. With you, they can unlock the ritual and liberate the rogues. All of them.” I took a step back. “Liberate the rogues.” Ardan said sharply. “At what cost?”

Sera avoided using any of her flame skills due to the previous incident. The liquid started to absorb the remaining hobgoblin horde. The monsters melted into the liquid on contact. “Fall back!” Zacharias ordered and used his undead summons to block the liquid. They took distance as the summons melted and were absorbed. After absorbing everything within its reach, it sank into the ground. [The Territory of Oeyama emerges.]

We walked until dawn began to paint the sky gray. Then I stopped. Sera turned. "What is it?" I looked down at my hands. The silver fire flickered, but that wasn't what caught my attention. It was my veins. They were pulsing—not just with silver, but with something else. Something darker. Rogue blood. Pack blood. Both. "I carry his blood," I whispered. "Whose?" "The Rogue King's." I looked up at Sera. "And my mother's. The wolf who chose death over watching him fall."

It was Sergio, one of the most powerful individuals of the Blood Race. Though he moved rather slowly to the mortal eye, his speed was in fact extraordinary. In the blink of an eye, he appeared before James and slowly removed his hat. Looking at James, he beckoned him. “Defeat me and you’ll be the most powerful man in the world. Defeat me and you’ll obtain the dragon’s blood and information on the dragon’s whereabouts.” In the blink of an eye, James appeared on the battlefield. Sergio followed close behind. The two stood in the middle of the rubble.

Nonetheless, even if we weren't meant to be together, I knew that if Sariel died, a big part of my heart would die with him. I watched the scene before me with my breath held. I had seen Sariel daring Draven's black beast to come at him, and once the wolf got close, he had been swinging his claws, shedding its blood. He was precise and spiteful. Even if Draven's wolf scratched Sariel's chest a few times, it didn't decrease the power of the Vampire King's attacks. I could see that Draven's blood was boiling within his furious beast. Finally, the black wolf stormed at Sariel, fueling his rage with a thundering roar. Sariel smirked, waiting for him, then he ducked at the right second, lifted th

“Your mother and father went into hiding, protecting you until the day of your birth. But even then, Freya was there. Watching. Waiting. It was the reason your parents gave you away to protect you. And it is she who has haunted your steps ever since.” Silence pressed against me like a physical weight. My throat was dry, my chest tight, as though invisible hands were squeezing the breath from me. Thalos lifted his eyes, sharp despite his age. “Serena, your blood is not ordinary. It carries the legacy of the Obsidian Fang, the strength that Freya fears most. But know this, your blood can either bind her forever… or release her into this world without limit.” The words struck me like a blade, s

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

All I could see was red; my mate growled and grunted in anger as she fought off the rogues attacking her. Blood matted my snout. The bullet wounds on my skin were already healing as I finished the last man standing, tossing his head on the pile of body parts on the bloody highway. I turned back to Serena, freezing when I saw a rogue sink its teeth into Serena’s neck. ‘Serena!’ I called out, removing the distance between us as fast as my paws could, then a shimmer of black dust rolled off her white fur, as though the darkness was swallowing her light. The black smoke was thick. Almost like a black tornado had swallowed Serena and the four rogues still standing, ganging up on her.

They coalesced into ribbons, then into streams, rushing upward toward the Spire like a reverse waterfall. The Council Elders watched in horror as the blood of their soldiers mixed with the blood of the rogues. In death, there were no factions. Only fuel. The blood swirled around Morrigan, a cyclone of crimson fluid. She shaped it with her mind, sweating blood from her own pores. " Pons Sanguineus! " she shrieked. She thrust her hands toward the cracking vortex. The blood shot forward. It didn't form a ramp. It formed spheres—stepping stones of surface tension and dark magic—leading straight into the maw of the collapsing dimension.