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Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

"I'll wake up better... Just let me sleep. I think, and I'm one step away from letting go completely, and then I feel a strong taste invade my mouth, my gaze focuses again, and I realize that I'm taking blood, I want to fight it, it's not right! But at the same time, this blood tastes different, it's a mixture of orange, apple and something woody, and it smells perfect. ************ Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

I made my way through the dark corridors of the dungeon, my heart burning with a desire for revenge. I had been betrayed by Luciana, the very person I thought was my friend and ally. But now, I was determined to make her pay with her blood. I reached the cell where Sam and Morris were being held, and I could see the fear in their eyes as they looked up at me. "Who are you?" they chorused together. "The spirit that has been haunting you. I am Ashley, the Luna you all killed." They were white with horror and their teeth clattered in an attempt to speak.

Blood guzzled from the puncture wounds, as Damien shook beneath the weight of Ash's strength. His fingers slipped from around the slippery blade which was now covered in the wolf's blood and plucked fur. Losing control of his left arm, Damien's frame collapsed completely. The blade fell from Ash's body, as Ash squeezed his jaw further until he heard the loud 'snap' signaling Damien's demise and undoing. Damien's lids remained open, and for the first time in centuries, the vampire began to feel cold. Ash removed his teeth from Damien's corpse and backed away with a limp.

Xavier furrowed his brows. "Brother?" "Yes, he had a younger brother who was murdered by someone. Ashton loved him too much and his sudden death left a huge impact on his mind. He was emotionally broken and that's how he came into the dark world. Do you know that Ashton Finn is famous as the Blood King in the underworld because he loves to shed blood of his enemies? He tortures his enemy in the most brutal and vicious way that anyone could ever imagine. He is a bloodthirsty beast but what I am worried about that why is he after you?", Albert told Xavier in a serious tone. Xavier frowned.

Because she doesn’t run to safety— She runs into places where she can disappear. Where she can vanish. Where she thinks no one will find her. Except— I already have. The scent hits me first. Blood. Not fresh. Layered. Older. My jaw tightens. She was already injured. Already fighting. Before I ever reached her. Before the warehouse. Before she stayed. Before she touched me. And she still— Stayed. The realization burns deeper than the silver. I turn the corner— And see her.

“But it might also put something back together.” For a while they sat in silence, Caelen sleeping between them, the letters resting like a promise in Asher’s lap. Outside, the wind picked up, carrying with it the scent of rain and the hum of something ancient. Something stirring. Asher looked down at his son, then at Ember. “When I do read it... I want you with me.” She reached for his hand. “Always.” And in the hush that followed, Asher held the letter titled Blood Origin against his heart—knowing that someday soon, he would open it and finally meet the woman who had lived in his blood all along.

Cursed. I pushed myself up from the floor, my chest heaving, as I gazed at the group of elders, tears falling down my cheeks and my voice breaking with every word. "If you can't feel sorry for me, then at least feel sorry for my child. Asher's child The Bloodclaw heir developing inside my womb.” Gasps again started going through the hall at my word, as some started murmuring in suprise, but however, one of the elders narrowed his eyes at me and sneered.

I didn't even hear him come. He looked at my face. He was alarmed. "What happened?" he asked. I couldn't answer. This was impossible. Terrible. Unthinkable. Ares took the letter. Read it. Then he was silent. There was heavy silence. Terrible silence. Finally, he looked at me. He was pale. The letter said one thing. One horrible thing. *The Order of Ash is in your kingdom. They are, among your people. One of them has your sons.*