Novel & Cerita Bloodsworn Trilogy Book 3

Her wings splay out, exposing her vulnerable chest. I partially shift, claws ripping from my fingers, and stab them deep into her heart. She dies. Messily. Screaming. I hear the same death wail from the others—only three left now. Looks like Nate and Rowen handled theirs. Black goo covers my hands. I grimace. I’m going to have to boil this off later. Then I spot Lamashtu #3 reaching for my other sword. “Oh, hell no.” She grabs it—and throws it. Far. Great.

I wanted to make your reading experience smoother, so I created a direct access to the next book in the Ambersky Pack Series. Continue scrolling to read the sequel, A Dark Revenge. > < Book 2 -1- [Pain] Sebastian I was still sitting behind my desk long after Rory left, recounting everything I hadn’t accomplished in the years since my father’s and Sasha’s deaths. My mind was racing with a thousand thoughts, restless.

And in the center of that ruin, three figures remained. Rowan rose first. His body trembled with the violence he had survived, amber eyes burning like embers refusing to die. His clothes hung in tatters, and the lingering shape of his wolf shimmered beneath his skin, trying to burst free, trying to shield her even now. Every breath he took sounded like both a prayer and a defiance.

Avina. The woman who once destroyed empires, who bent kings and warriors to her will, who walked through fire and left kingdoms in ruin. I had not seen her in this life, not truly, but in my blood there was memory, and in those memories her face was carved like a flame into stone, my hand trembled as I reached for the book that bore her mark, the crest of fire and ash burned into its leather cover. I opened it, and the past bled into the present.

The last drove his sword deep into my side. The bite of steel burned, but worse—the wound did not close. Flesh refused to knit, blood dripping hot against the snow. Poison. Again. I wrenched the blade free and gutted him with it, tossing his body broken to the ground. Around me, my wolves finished the slaughter, human corpses strewn like snapped twigs. The air stank of smoke, blood, and venom. I shifted back, breath steaming. My wound wept freely, the skin already darkening. The bastard’s blade had carried the same rot that lingered in my veins from before.

Solem rushed up to me, stabbing me with his sword through my lower stomach and I fell. "Look at your pathetic mutt’s little sister, unable to save you once again", he taunted. The twins were running fast, but they wouldn't have made it in time. Just as he was about to behead me, my inner spirit blasted full power out of me, and I could see it blast for miles. It sent Solem falling back. I was still injured, and my boys took over the fight as I tried to heal myself. 3rd Person POV

While the other part, the one he burned and broke, she’s running for the hills and freaking out in case he tries to weave a spell over her once again. ‘Why should I listen to anything you say?’ I cry at him as I yank my wrist free from his hold, finding inner strength and resolve to keep going and hurl myself inside the open lift in front of me. Alexi moves fast too, grabbing the two doors so they won’t start to close, and looks me right in the eye. Those haunting grey eyes so devoid of colour or warmth as they penetrate me with complete intensity and hold me rooted to the spot. His face consumed with the pain I am feeling all over, mirroring my agony. ‘Because I’m in love with you … and I w

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