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Sera was now getting ideas, and I didn't like that. “I have served you for years—when every pack member died and was reborn, when our people hid behind this castle and the magical barrier. Maybe this Aurora girl can set us free. Maybe her blood is what we need.” Sera wrapped her hand around my cock and knelt down to suck it. I hated every moment of this, her hand on my cock and I don't know why. We have done this several times; I shouldn't be bothered by it. “Her blood?” I finally registered her words. “What do you mean?!” I growled.

So why were Sirius and Sven suddenly doubting the wisdom of their decision to fight? He didn’t understand it, nor could he accept it. He wasn’t going to abandon Jared and Aragon, and if he saw an opportunity to act on their behalf, then damn the rules, he was going to help. The unraveling of his Blood Hunter unit left him raw and alone. None of them could have predicted that day when Jared had been bitten by a Tsara, a spiritual assassin for the damned, that they would have come to this end—a tattered remnant of the powerful band of warriors they’d been.

he hissed, stepping toward me, “then you’ll become my weapon instead.” I froze, dread coiling in my stomach as he reached for another syringe—this one filled with a dark yellow liquid that seemed to pulse and writhe as though alive. “This,” he said, holding it up with reverence, “The Forsaken Serum. Say hello to your new life of a beast of pure destruction, with no will, no humanity. Just endless rage and hunger. And when I send you back to your precious Finn, you’ll tear him apart with your own claws.”

Everyone in the room stilled… Thorne frowned. “That line was extinguished.” “So the world believed,” Selkar said. “Most of it was.” He rested both palms on the table. “The Vaelaris bloodline produced wolves who dominated the battlefields. They had strength beyond rank, healing powers beyond reason. Their greatest were said to rival demi-gods of old age.” A heavy silence followed after that. Rivaling Demi-gods was dimmed, an impossible feat. Selkar continued. “In Serena, it sleeps.

"Then Orion must be the one in great danger now. As what have my father said, Nerissa don't kill her preys right away. She plays with their minds first, but after that, she kills them mercilessly. Also, the weaker the mind of the man, the more possibility that he will go insane even after he is rescued. I hope your friend has a strong mind so he it will be easy for us to awaken him from Nerissa's magic later on." We continued walking but moments later, we made an abrupt stop when we heard roara that echoed in the whole place. I turned nervously and my heart started to beat frantically when I saw two giant tigers with two heads and snakes as their tails. They look at us as if they are hunters

I say determined by what I will be doing. After finishing with the red serpent then I will get the blood that I need from the King dargon to make me the most powerful immortal being.

** Serguid drained the last drop of blood from the fetus abiding in the stomach of the pregnant woman whom he had captured alongside twenty other children, watching gleefully as she exhaled her last breath and dropped dead to the floor. Their blood was the best, pure and rich, close to the perfectness of the blood of the ancients, since they were yet to be tainted. Done, he fell to the ground, filthy and crawling with maggots, and peered up to the heavens, wondering when Cathipol and Lekil would come back. He had sent Elizee after them. But he was yet to get a response. A sneer appeared on his lips when he perceived the scent of the latter. Finally.

“However, blood remains the most important. All vampires are humans, Bara. It is just that a blood-drinking demon accompanies our souls. That is why we need blood: animal or human. If not, the demonic figure in our souls will rebel. Believe me; you won't want to know how we really look.” My neck felt like frozen ice. Somehow, my throat became dry. I grabbed Saga’s drink and drank as much as one straw. “The statement about the devil must be a conjecture, right?” I whispered. Saga shook his head. His voice remained slow. “Humans have history, so do we.” I stopped him. I called the waitress. Saga looked at me in surprise as I ordered one more ice cappuccino at her. When Saga opened his mouth, I

The pain kept clawing at my insides, but the agony wasn't entirely overwhelming because I could feel Levi through the mate bond. That was when I looked at him and realized he was on the ground beside me, suffering the same fate as me. His breathing was uneven, and his face had gone pale. With obvious effort, he lifted his head and glared at Drahzar. "What did you do?" Drahzar let out a low, mocking laugh, thoroughly enjoying our pain. "I'll gladly explain.” He slowly turned his cold, calculating gaze to Sera. “I got my lovely daughter here," he gestured to her, “to get just a tiny drop of Brooks blood for a ritual, using a needle she pricked her with.”

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."