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Or her mother is up to something that she needed to prove by hurting Marliyn? Finally, they found her lying motionless on the ground. Her once vibrant and lively face was now pale and lifeless. Liam could see the fear and pain etched on her face, even in her unconscious state. Her hair, usually wild and free, was matted and tangled with dirt and leaves. The sight of Marilyn's battered body was nothing short of shocking. Her clothes were torn and bloodied, revealing deep gashes and bruises that marred her skin. Alpha Liam couldn't bear to look at her for too long, as the sight made his stomach churn.

The scream caused him to flinch in fear and he looked up in horror to see blood seeping through the tiny creak underneath the door which if observed closely, a twitching finger decapitated from its palms could be seen. Maybe it was Emlyn, maybe it was her, Dina wasn’t sure but before she could calm herself down she was already retching heavily onto the bathroom floor and that was what it took to seal her end. The door was kicked open with force, slamming against Emyln who reacted late. A ringing sound filled his ears inducing his already painful headache and before he could gather himself a shadow covered him and then with a thrust his breath hitched. Emlyn looked at the figure in horror. Th

She nodded and listened to what Eleanor said. "So, how do I know if that person is a vampire or not?" asked Leora. Eleanor sighed deeply. "Can't be exposed to the sun. Even if he can, he won't stand it too long. The power will be absorbed and can even burned," Eleanor replied. "How if I'd have met him in a shady place?" asked Leora again. "If you encounter all the strangeness that is not commonly possessed by humans. It could be that he is a vampire," Eleanor replied, looking at her granddaughter. Leora nodded in understanding. She also tried to remember who would have that such a characteristic.

Robert stood frozen, a statue of horror, staring at his hands as the realization of his sin began to pierce through his stupor. At that moment, a single, warm drop of blood trailed down Lara’s forehead and seeped into her eye. Her vision turned a violent, visceral red. It was a baptism of gore. She forced her eyes open, the world stained crimson, only to find the ultimate nightmare staring back at her. Suzy… her little witch… her only light… lay slaughtered in the dark.

I watched in horror, frozen in place, as The Shadows enveloped Layna, their dark tendrils slicing through her body with ruthless efficiency. They drained her of every last drop of blood, their malevolent presence seeming to revel in her agony. Her screams echoed through the cell, a haunting, soul-shattering sound that left me feeling shattered and guilty. I had never witnessed The Shadows claim a life before, and the brutality of it was staggering.

It promotes our evolution or brings devastation upon us all. Those who practice dark art use it for power and control, for abuse, and for the pleasure they feel in causing pain and death. Just like the tragic story of Diego, Harry, and Mary. Mary was eventually served as food to the vampires and they ensured to drain her vile blood till she became a walking corpse and ended up as bones.

Mary sobbed, covering her eyes. Without warning there was another loud crash, this time of broken glass and splintering wood. There was the sound of ripping flesh and yet another cold, inhuman howl as Mary sobbed even louder, Crimson's comforting murmurs not enough to keep pictures of the beast tearing Sir Robert apart, from the fragile girl's mind.

Inside were photos that could make anyone lurch whatever they had for lunch. Thankfully, she didn't eat anything before coming here. The photos were all bloody. Shots of corpses belonging to humans, vampires and werewolves. They were mangled and bloody, their bodies looked so awful that they didn't even match what they used to look like before they died. It made her frown in disgust. She looked at the humans who laid on the tiled floor in the picture, blood was all over their bodies and they had missing limbs. However, she didn't see any reason why she should concern herself with what happened to strangers.

Yang Xiao stared at the lady in red and said indifferently. Bloody Mary, the name of the cocktail. This cocktail was mixed with vodka, tomato juice, lemon slices, andqin roots. The bright red Persian juice looked like blood, so it was named after it. ‘Blood Mary’ was the name of a ghost, and it originated from a legend. This wine was very popular in underground pubs, and it was also known as ‘Wine-so-drunk’.