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The guards who had rushed in froze where they stood. Confused by their reactions, I looked down at myself. Blood was dripping from my wrist where his nails had scratched through my skin. But it wasn’t the blood that stunned everyone into silence. It was the color as it was Purple. My heart stopped because it was a crime. An abomination. The worst halfblood to be. A trait known only to belong to the Igutus — the halfborns born of lycan and werewolf blood. The cursed hybrids of the Ashborn pack. The very species Tovar had just condemned moments ago.

Then, maybe we will know for certain. It will only be fitting that we would be, considering our stature in the pack. I will be Alpha one day soon, when my father retires, and Darius will be my Beta. “Emory,” Lola whispers, bringing me out of my head. “Look at the paintings.” My eyes follow her gaze up the walls of the hallway we are marching down, and I wish I hadn’t looked. More importantly, I wish her twelve-year-old eyes had been spared the gruesomeness. Vampires in various poses sucking the life out of other creatures—mostly humans or creatures in their human forms—but occasionally, one of the massive portraits on the wall shows something else, like a vampire with their three-inch-long b

I hoped to play the hero–or heroin. Blood painted the stone walls of the fortress, they smelt like fresh blood. Before me in a long hallway was a huge door with few lifeless men littering the door entrance. My heart thuds as I make my brave steps towards the door. What's behind the door could be the dreadful one who slayed the men I met on the way. Also the one who might be keeping Emmett captive, because for what I know, he was immortal.

I nodded, “but the king won't be able to ignore a young half-blood trying to enter his kingdom. Especially if she has it. Through of railings, I handed it to you The Letter. He was written in paper parchment old It is sealed with wax It is the emblem from the pack in gold — O emblem belongs The one of the most powerful werewolf packs in the world. It smells like a wolf and It was written by Alfa Vidar Gamma. If a newborn half-blood waltzes into the kingdom with that letter, there's no doubt the vampire king will find him. He will have no choice. I expected her to bring another argument and expose more flaws at the my flat, but she no O he did.

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

Flags with the faces of the Liminal order are placed behind each burnt body. Written in blood on the training ground wall behind the scene are words: ‘Go back to Tophet, where you belong.’ Zuri looks mildly disgusted, and Jayan huffs at Hellion. “Put that shit away before you make my mate sick.” “Oh-sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up right now,” Hellion says quickly, shooting me an apologetic grimace just as I take my first bite of my food. “Sorry if that ruined your appetite, Bethany.”

Carlos Cruise stared at the bloodied walls of the abandoned warehouse, his face a mask of barely-contained rage. The words “Nyx was here, don’t mess with the Hell’s Gang” were smeared across the wall in crimson, the letters dripping with the lifeblood of his fallen friend. The smell of iron and death hung heavy in the air, a grim reminder of the ruthless underworld he was now thrust into.

I looked at my mother, who now had a confused look on her face. "Sweetheart, what's the matter?" She inquired again. "You are the issue, Mom. The embarrassment I have to take because you birth me. This is a prenup agreement. The circumstance Mr Oswald is talking about here would be related to us being rumoured to be the gold-digging duo of Sandstone Pack. I have nothing to say to you now." I picked up the paper to sign it.

Selena's irritation was evident, her impatience palpable. The grand hall where the meeting took place was adorned with opulent tapestries that depicted the history of the werewolf community. Intricate patterns and symbols traced their way across the walls, showcasing the rich heritage and traditions that bound them together. The scent of burning candles filled the air, casting a warm, flickering glow that danced upon the polished marble floors.

Jesus . Her mood continued to sour into disquiet the further she went in. There were things on a few of the printouts Emma wished she hadn’t seen. At one point, the eyes of a werewolf with a bodybuilder physique burned into her from an old woodcut, its jaws embedded in the midsection of a victim dangling from its hand like an hors d’oeuvre. In a black and white photo, a grim line of men in Civil War regalia posed for the camera, the winged corpse of something that resembled a dinosaur stretched out at their feet. Emma’s fingertips began sticking to the pages. She wiped a sleeve across her brow before any of the gathering sweat could slide off her face and smear the ink.