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“Is it really so awful? There’s only been one Lunar Reversal event, after all, and from what I can gather, Moon Drinkers are doing blood magic all the time. It seems like it’s relatively harmless most of the time.” “I wouldn’t say harmless,” Wilder says, shooting a look at me. “You heard what Cassian said. The ground was saturated with blood. And that was almost definitely human blood. Whatever they did, they killed someone to do it.” “No, I understand that,” I say quickly. “Obviously, that’s bad. That’s not what I mean.” “What do you mean, then?” “You’ve mentioned a few times that it would be possible to do blood magic using your own blood,” I say. “Without killing anybody. Would that be so

That alone speaks just how much precious Tier 4 were, everyone were eyeing the one particular monster, naturally, and that is the Troll King. Troll King blood potion, that were produced by the blood of the Troll King is capable to heal any type of injuries, be it near death injury or comatose, or even curse. A single vial of that potion can heal almost anything except death, but naturally the main ingredients were the Tier 4 Troll King blood, which is very rare. That is why at the moment, in any nation, a Tier 4 Troll King bloods were categorized as a national treasures, worth over millions of gold coins. No one really knew just how much, President Mies were able to obtained, but any rough s

Every fiber of my being screamed against working with the woman who'd tortured so many. But the math was simple. Without the preserved blood, maybe ten percent of humanity would transform in time. With it, maybe sixty percent. "Terms," I said. "You provide all preserved blood, all research, all facility locations. In exchange, your people get exile, not execution. You leave Earth before the aliens arrive." "Leave? How?" "That's your problem. Accept or refuse. You have thirty seconds." She accepted in ten. The next hours blurred together. Military aircraft launching with tanks of preserved Moonsinger blood. Storm systems being seeded across every continent. Emergency broadcasts telling people

Then he gave a slow nod to his men. He looked at Sergio with unbridled hatred. "This isn't over, not by a long short. I will be back to claim what is mine." One by one, they backed off. Fading into smoke. Into retreat. ************************************************** The silence that followed was deafening. Rosana stood alone in the center of the destroyed hallway, her dress streaked with soot and blood. A shard of broken mirror leaned against the wall nearby, reflecting pieces of her—sharp, splintered, unrecognizable.

As it had been some time since I died, some parts of my body were left only with bones, which looked very scary. The moment Nicole saw my face, her body could not help but tremble wildly. She pressed the pause button and stared at the screen. She then said confusedly, "How could this have happened? We were only drawing his blood. How could he die? "Don't humans have the ability to regenerate blood? He's already received new bone marrow, and his disease is cured..." The doctor beside Nicole was speechless when he heard that. "Ms. White, the blood in our body is limited. If too much blood is drawn over a short period, it will indeed cause excessive blood loss and death. Furthermore, Mr. Hawkin

A pause later, I said, "There wasn't supposed to be a seventh slot, but I called in a lot of favors with the top guys, and they reluctantly gave me one. Ah, that reminds me. One of you is not going to come with us, obviously." My teammates would've roared with laughter, but they stayed as composed as their bodies and minds allowed them to. Against fully armed soldiers, Yvonne would never try to start anything funny. Trembling, she looked at her precious childhood friend. "Yves, I—" Yves didn't even wait for her to finish. He was already approaching the soldier, his face filled with an unctuous smile. "Take me. I was a famous musician before the zombie apocalypse. I'm a lot more useful than t

The energy didn't flow from the mountain to the city; it surged from the city, through the mountain, and out into the atmosphere. The Collapse: The Crimson Fall In the cave, the pressure gradient Selah was maintaining shattered. The air pressure equalized with a sound like a sonic boom, throwing the Kinetic Enforcer against the jagged granite wall. She slumped to the floor, her crimson eyes flickering and dying as her internal resonators overloaded. Toby scrambled to his feet, gasping for air, and immediately moved to cover Maya. "Julian! Kill the relay!" I screamed, the effort of the surge finally breaking my physical form.

In his hand was an ornate goblet filled with a dark red liquid. I took the glass and immediately sensed the subtle, yet lethal, trace of silver dust within. The plan was a success. In full view of everyone, I slowly raised my glass, a graceful smile on my lips. “Thank you all for being here tonight. To the glory of the Nightshade Clan, and to peace and prosperity for the entire vampire world—cheers!” I drained the glass. A few seconds later, I gave a theatrical stagger, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and collapsed heavily onto the floor.

As Vincent's soft breathing turned into light snores, I carefully reached for his phone, pressing his finger against the sensor to unlock it. His messages with Emma Ortega popped up immediately. Vincent: [Good news—Sophia might be pregnant. Once we get the baby's umbilical cord blood, you'll be cured.] Emma: [Really? That's amazing! When I'm healthy again, what do you plan to do with her and the child?] Vincent: [Don't worry. Once everything is over, I'll send them away. They won't interfere with your life.]

“Alpha, we all acknowledge the wrongdoing… but must we really apologize? That she-wolf, she stirred up so much trouble. And she dared to poison you!” Another elder added hesitantly, “If we apologize now, we’ll be humiliating ourselves. Perhaps we should detain her and force her to hand over the antidote. You are the pillar of Blood Moon, Alpha. We can’t risk your life.” “Humiliation?” Elder Marrek scoffed. “Isn’t it more humiliating to have our entire pack poisoned? A third of our people are showing symptoms of the Black Marrow Blight, and the rest may not be far behind. We have no cure, no solution. What do you propose we do?” These past days, he’d felt increasingly fatigued, he might alrea