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“I knew there was something about her.” “Wait…” Remus blinked and tried to understand. “There is a new blood and I am not aware?” Ignoring him, Maximus moved closer and examined the mark, his fingers hovering over it without touching it. He watched how the line spread and he suddenly furrowed his brows. “It looks like old magic,” he said. “It burns,” Cassian hissed in pain. “Like fire spreading inside of me. I feel like I’m going to burst out any second.”

The water falling from them turns red and eventually pink until it comes clean. I rub my hands with soap for a long time. I need to scrub their blood away from me. I cry as I feel my hands feel raw with how much I scrub them. I finish the shower and get out; looking at myself in the mirror, I barely recognise myself. My eyes are red and puffy, my heart is broken, and I walk towards the dressing room. I see the blood stains on the carpet, and I stop walking as I look. There’s so much blood where Elliot was standing.

I know those eyes, where do I know them from? An ache wraps around my skull, and I watch them lift me up. My neck turns on its own, I gape, the panic I had tried to stop rushing back with fevor. The severed head of my elder sister, her shining blonde hair soaked in deep red with a pool of blood surrounding her. There are other limbs next to her, her eyes are wide and empty. Something pushes up against my mouth, and I tremble. A wave of dizziness hits me, I don’t stop staring at the horror show until my lashes flutter down and darkness swallows me.

CHAPTER CCCLX (INSANITY) “I SWEAR WITH MY SOUL.” The end game and moment in that very night where everything crumbles down from the once beautiful and prestigious castle that bares all the memories of the past. The words echo along with the pool of blood that painted the ground and the floor with scarlet blood. But was worst, what is inside the throne room. The ongoing fight and clash of the swords of her beloved father and her mother’s best friend.

"Yes I do!! Just call an ambulance!! Fucking stop this madness please!!" "Finally you're ready to repent" Returning the gag to his mouth, I began amputating his fingers one by one until there was nothing left then I used my dagger to gut him like a fish and made sure his intestines landed in his arms like a fucking trophy. There was no way he could survive the assault. Liana was long gone. Her lips were already blue and her eyes unblinking; the perfect picture of what death looks like. I was drenched in blood; the blood of my enemies and I wore it proudly like a warrior.

"Hm... you'll find out later, which will make it easier for you to deal with Barend." Instantly Felen stopped eating. The fork he was holding even fell to the floor due to his shaking hands. The blood, the blood splatter was visible again, staining all over his arms and palms with a strong fishy smell. Felen hurriedly got up from the chair until it fell down with a loud sound that startled himself. He quickly retreated as blood stained not only him, but almost the entire room. "No!" Felen squatted while closing his eyes tightly with his hands on both ears. Don't want to see the horror of the blood splattered everywhere.

Blood drops stain the rug, creating macabre patterns that echo the horrors that have befallen his brother. A wave of panic grips Ryder's chest, his mind racing as he tries to comprehend what he's witnessing. The thumb, though detached from its owner, is unmistakably familiar—the curvature, the size—belonging to his brother, Asher. The scent of blood fills the room, mingled with the delicate, unique aroma that carries the essence of his own flesh and blood. Ryder's hand trembles as he musters the courage to reach down and pick up the severed thumb. he lifts it, rivulets of blood continue to drip from the raw stump, cascading onto his palm. The warmth of his brother's life essence on his skin

My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why. It could not be grief, could it? That would be too humiliating. 'Lana Branch, you really misjudged him, didn't you?'

Alessio’s Pov “What the hell are you talking about?” I snapped, confused as hell by Raven’s sudden interruption. She didn’t answer. Just pointed, at me. I raised my hand, brushed the underside of my nose. It was warm and wet. Blood. I stared at the red smear on my fingertips, my pulse picking up immediately. “What the fuck—?” I turned sharply to Valerius. “What is the meaning of this?” Diego and the rest of my pack were already rising to their feet. Chairs scraped violently across the stone floor. Raven stood too, her dagger already slipping into her hand like second nature.

She really didn’t want to bath again but looking down at her clothing and her skin she realized how dirty she really was. Stripping off her clothes she entered the bathroom she realized that some of what she thought was mud was actually blood from one of those wolf creatures. As she studied the blood on her clothing it dawned on her that even the creatures blood wasn’t normal. It was thicker, almost like paste and it was so dark I read that looks black, but perhaps the most curious thing of all was even now after all that time had passed the blood was still warm.