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“But Maybe that’s why they’re giving you to him. And don’t ever imagine he will fall for you. This isn’t a romance novel, Amara. This is real life. And when he’s done with you…. he’ll break you. Like glass.” “Pahhhhhhhhhh” Bianca make a sound of broken glass

I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!” Rowan grinned, saying mockingly, “I look forward to your return, your majesty!” As soon as his words fell off his mouth, his arm swiftly and accurately pierced my chest, precisely digging out my heart. Blooms of blood appeared on the bed sheet, like some kind of cruel artwork. “Moon Goddess, please give me a chance to be reborn!” I silently pleaded, just before my heart was harvested. At this moment, the dazzling full moon suddenly emitted a blinding white light.

I would think about that next time. He loosened himself from me and placed a kiss on my forehead. He took my hand in his as we made our way back to the pack house. "You're barely left with almost two weeks to fight at Blood Loom. You have to be prepared." I nodded as we both took turns in our various rooms. He wanted to go see his mother, and I just wanted to stay back in my room and think about what I overheard him and Darson talking about two days ago. The Frostborn were not far from us. They had started infiltrating different parts of Veridian. I heard they emit something like fire. And you had burned up if they touched you. A few families that have been touched by this incident confirm i

In a blur, his fangs sank into her throat. A sickening gasp escaped her lips as she went stiff, her body trembling violently. Blood trickled down Lucian’s chin as he drank deeply, savoring every drop. The room fell into complete silence, no one daring to interfere. Within seconds, the woman's body went limp, her skin turning ghostly pale. Lucian finally pulled back, licking the blood from his lips. With a flick of his wrist, he let the drained corpse drop to the floor like discarded trash.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the deserted streets. Helena crouched in the shadows, the thick most of the night helping to conceal her, heart pounding with adrenaline as she scanned the area for any sign of movement. The air was thick with the scent of fear and the coppery tang of blood. She knew she was getting closer to her target, a rogue vampire who had been terrorizing the town for weeks.

Unlike a human, only family members related to blood or mate could share the blood with the injured werewolf who couldn’t heal himself or herself at that moment. Colton’s blood was poison to the supernatural creature, so he couldn’t share the blood. And Caroline was the adopted child of Brandon and Sophia Haysbert. “No, I will give him my blood,” Liara said after Destiny suggested to her that maybe just like she could heal herself. Her blood could heal Brandon. “Lee!! You’re a baby. Let me…” “Trust me, brother!! I know what I’m doing. Destiny thinks that our blood can heal dad. So, please!!” Liara insisted.

He was hoisting me, breaking every part of me until I was a mess below him. This shouldn't be happening yet I loved it. Every thrust was a breaking point. Every sigh that came from him was a turning point. Every contact was breaking me badly. “Yes, Khan, I love it. I love it so much.” I cried shamelessly. **** A patient was rushed into the ward, she had blood around her neck and there was no need to be informed that it was the bite of a vampire. Here in Manyon City, Vampires crawl. The sight reminded me that I had a child with a one-night crawler and there was a tendency for my child to be a vampire as well.

Gage said and slinked out of her bathroom. Sihana allowed herself one moment of weakness and she used it in the shower as she washed her own blood and his semen from her body. She cried her heart out and then promised herself that Faro would never touch her like that again.

She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system. The effect was instantaneous and profound. A vampire's ancient blood was the ultimate catalyst for a wolf's healing, but passing it directly into a mate’s system did something far deeper. It was a primordial, permanent binding. As her body absorbed his blood, a golden, shimmering light flared beneath her skin, instantly incinerating the black tracks of the Blood-born venom. The wound on her shoulder closed up, leaving nothing but a faint, clean scar.