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The thick, dark primordial blood of a century-old vampire welled from the deep cut. "Drink, Brynn," Riheirk commanded, his voice raw and desperate as he pressed his bleeding wrist firmly against her lips. "Drink from me. Let my blood purge the poison. Accept it, sweetheart, please." Brynn’s jade eyes flickered. Driven by her own fading strength and the desperate, triumphant internal screaming of Solar, her jaw parted. She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system.

The bone cracked beneath the impact. But it didn’t fall. It spasmed. Twitched. Turned. Its eyes were mine. Not metaphorically. They were exactly like mine. Same color. Same ring of faint gold. Corwin didn’t just steal corpses. He stole blood. My blood. I dispatched it cleanly—spine severed at the base of the neck. No flourish. No rage. Rage wastes energy. And I had a feeling I’d need all of it soon. The hallway sloped downward.

He didn't reply, forcing me to peer into those unreadable eyes and drink him in. “Is this from the blood oath?” I tried again. He shook his head, leaning into my touch like an obedient pet. His eyes were trained on me, as if challenging me to a gaze holding standoff. “No.” He said after a few minutes. He turned his other hand where a small scar marred his palm. “This is it.” “While this,” He said and his hand connected with mine which was still clinging to his face. My heart beat tripled. He continued effortlessly. “This Happened in a fight many years back.”

These drawings are everywhere, covering the walls like he’s trying to keep her here, like if he draws her enough times she’ll somehow come back. And I’m standing in the middle of a room that’s a shrine to the girl my brother killed. My fingers go numb around the folder I’m holding. There’s a keyboard pushed into the corner, sheet music piled on top of it and scattered on the floor around it. Some of the pages have notes written in the margins in handwriting that’s not his, loopy and young with little hearts drawn next to certain sections. Her handwriting. The air feels too thick to pull into my lungs properly.

We all knew we had entered a new era, and for the first time, we were truly the Blood Moon Pack. *This is the end of Book 1 of Blood and Moon. Book 2 Love and War. It will focus on Kyle and Sabrina's love. Adam and Desire will be active in it too. I hope you enjoyed Adam and Desire's story, and I hope you will read and enjoy the remaining two books. Thank you for your love and support. THEY ARE ALL STANDALONE* My next project is Luca's inferno, please follow me on social media same as my pen name. I hope to hear from all of you on Luca's Inferno ( available only on goodnovel)

Once I'm in place he pulls out the chair next to me and takes a seat as I start stacking papers and flipping open the history book. I am all too aware of the shifter next to me. He's so close I can smell him. Mint and honey flood my nose, it's so overwhelming my head pounds in protest. I take my glasses off again sighing as I massage my temples. "Damn migraines." I whisper to myself.

she said. Nora studied her. The fury was gone, replaced by a resolution forged from guilt. “It won’t be.” Robbin stood and accepted Nora’s hand. They moved back toward the window together. Below them, traffic flowed through the same intersection where blood had mixed with rainwater. * * * The police spoke with Vincent to understand the events that led to the death of his employee. He answered them as truthfully as his narrative allowed.

Quickly I wipe the faint traces of blood onto my jumper sleeve. ******************** I wait until I hear Diana get into the shower. Then lie on the bed and reach out to my dad... "Dad" "Bonnie? Are you ok?" "Hi dad.... I'm fine" I sigh "What's happened?.....is it Diana?" "Yeah....about that" I say slowly "We may have a little problemo" My dad's silent for a few seconds..... "Was there another incident?" "Yes!.... Its getting worse. Dad, she part shifted while she was sleep walking and she's strong dad....like unbelievably strong....she fucking roared at me!......I don't think the wolfsbane is working at all anymore. We can't put this off any longer"

When she got up from the chair she felt dizzy. She could barely stand. She realizes that she was crying maybe because of Novella's harsh words. She expected tears but instead, it was blood coming from her eyes. She also spits up blood out of her mouth. Her body felt like a thousand knives stabbing her. The pain was unbearable that she was sweating and breathing heavily. She starts to choke on her blood during this time. She looks over to the King for help. But he was going through the same thing. Novella watches her parent die by poison. There was no remorse or emotion she was happy to kill them. Their death was taking too long she grabs a knife off the table and killed them. The Guard clean

Chapter 6: Shadows in the Rearview I woke up tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, my heart pounding like I’d just run from a hit gone wrong. The dream lingered, vivid and unwelcome—Ethan’s face, those warm hazel eyes looking up at me, his lips brushing mine in some dimly lit room that smelled like fresh paint and rain. His hands on my skin, soft and unscarred, pulling me closer while I whispered things I’d never say aloud. It was bullshit, all of it. A fantasy my mind cooked up to torture me, because in reality, touching him would be like dragging an angel into hell.