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And I was stunned for the reason that I could not smell any blood from her. “B-But why---nothing---” She cut me off of what I wanted to ask her when she spoke. “A lot has happened, Lia. A lot has happened. And one of those has happened to me. And of what has happened between ten years. The town of Estancia was filled with horrors. While you are asleep and unconscious, the lack of control of the black vampires is rampant. No one is sanctified. Even innocent people are being victimized!” I want to escape from the bondage, and remove the blindfold from my eyes. I want to see her. “What do you mean by that, Helen? And---why are you here in this place? Aren’t you scared?” She laughed a little. It

"You want my blood?" Katrina asks me, looking at me as if I'm crazy. "I just need a little bit," I respond. "Just enough to coat the crest in front. Katrina glances at the front of the book; there's a small shield pictured above the book's title. The shield is the emblem of the demon race, with the four demon leaders portrayed on it. "I'll just prick your finger with a needle, and then you just have to rub it over the crest," I reply as I turn my attention back to Katrina. A few minutes ago, her cheeks were flushed pink from her recent orgasm; now, those same cheeks look pale.

At the center of the cover lies a raised symbol: a drop of blood, intricately detailed, as if about to trickle down the cover, appearing almost alive. The clasp of the book is a masterpiece of brutality and symbolism. Made of heavy metal, it is adorned with tiny skulls and bones, reminders of the lethal power contained within the tome. The clasp seems to demand a blood pact to be opened, with a small blade embedded, ready to make the necessary cut. When I finally open the Bloodbound Codex, I feel the temperature around me drop abruptly, as though the very air had been sucked into the book. The atmosphere becomes denser, heavier, as if the essence of the book were absorbing the vitality aroun

My stomach twisted as I heard that. I kept my eyes forward, forcing myself to step through the towering doors with the others, even as their quiet words tried to break me. I was used to being looked down on, it barely registered anymore. I stopped beside some vampire girls, and they chuckled quietly, giving me a once-over. “I can’t believe a half-blood could be this dangerous.” “I hope she gets cut.” “She won’t. Do you know who she’s fucking?” “All I know is she’s not worth it.”

she shrugged. "So do you believe in that?" I asked, ignoring her overly possessive remark. "You mean those legends about half-blood children?" she said. "Well, no." "Why not?" Octavia just looked at me as if I had zero IQ. "Does your butt look like you're missing a tail?" she asked back. I had to bite my lips from screaming at her. "But why are there such legends about dhampires and stuff like that in the books?" "That might be true for defective genes to occur in a human-vampire relationship," Octavia said casually. "But the same with humans and humans. You know how genetics can mess up sometimes, don't you?"

“We don’t know. Just look at them both. If half-bloods got their hands on one of them, you’ll know what will happen. ” They will have enough power to wage on us because ocean blood can make them strong. If they’ve got two, those half-bloods will get even stronger than us. One sip of blood is enough, what more when they have already killed it. Good thing, half-bloods can’t smell the blood, it needs to bleed before they can smell it.

"Then die together. The Pact will be signed in your blood." ​As the spear descended, a sudden chime echoed through the vault. It was the codex. It had flipped open, its pages turning with a sound like autumn leaves. A brilliant beam of violet light shot upward from the book, piercing the cavern ceiling and creating a pillar of energy that trapped Catherine in its center. ​The woman shrieked as the light began to strip away the shadows she had woven around herself. She wasn't just losing her power; she was being unmade.

Chapter 21 – The Age of Blood Valenfort’s sky bled red, a wound that would never heal. Ash from the Seraphim still clung to the shattered domes of cathedrals, falling like blood-snow in the night wind. This city — once a symbol of balance between human and vampire — now lay in chaos, decay, and despair. Evelyn Cross had vanished. Her silhouette dissolved into the black light of the ritual that sealed Azrael, leaving behind a torn world. But her death was not the end; it was the beginning of a new era where blood became law, and fear the only religion left.

Eren spoke, his voice was steady, but I could sense tension rolling off him. Chase laughed as if Eren had just said something funny. “Well, if a Half blood like you can be here, then I thought it wouldn't matter.” Chase countered with a grin. My breath caught. Chase just referred to Eren as a Half blood. Half bloods were used to refer to wolves who were the offsprings of a human and werewolf intercourse. They were seen as impure and inferior beings compared to full blooded werewolves because they were weak. There wasn't a lot of Half blood because most of them were killed by their own pack when found.

Perhaps it's effect is only mild. She poured a little of the blood in an empty glass she found on the table, then she added just a little ash and stirred. She frowned when nothing happened. Was the book wrong? If the book was wrong, the book wouldn't be restricted. She then added a little more ash, and the the blood began to foam. Interesting. She watched it closely, taking note of every single change. By the time the blood stopped foaming, it had turned black. She smiled. Now she wondered if this would work on the royal vampires. If only she could get their blood.