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Inside sat Silas, an aged wolf, who said to gather lost knowledge from tribes long gone. A method to undo the Eternal Blood Ritual, that’s what I spoke aloud, cutting straight through silence. A rumble built in my throat as the words left my mouth. Silas laughed, revealing a row of yellow, missing teeth. "The ritual was designed to be irreversible, young man. Targarion has always been greedy. Once blood is drawn, it can never be returned unless..." What else?” My hand caught his shirt, yanking him toward me over the cracked tabletop.

Damon catches it instantly. Without breaking stride, he drives it straight into the troll’s chest. The creature lets out a monstrous snarl, its entire body jerking. Damon rips the wood out and plunges it in again, deeper. Dark blood gushes out. Right where a heart should be. The troll’s roar dies into a low, broken sound as its massive body sways… then crashes to the ground with a heavy thud that shakes the earth. Silence follows. Damon steps back slowly, his chest rising and falling steadily. Then he lifts his hand slightly, signaling Alec.

Christian I insist to you, I am not a devil. I needed to suck the blood from Donald’s veins, not just to curb my appetite and replenish my strength for the confrontation to come this night. Rapid exsanguination is a perfect, painless method of a mercy kill, the ideal technique to spare this unfortunate thrall hours of suffering and inevitable organ failure from that punctured lung and shattered spine I accidentally dealt him.

However, bloodshed made the ferals hysterical with a carnal urge that they misbehaved with each other. After they had completed their depressing feat, they threw on their Fairy's coats and stared back to the bonfire. Only a few alleys away from the scene of feral horridness, when suddenly the two heard a disturbance from one of the homes. They slipped up to a window and stared inside. An old troll climbed up from a trap door in the floor amidst a pile of debris. Beaming to each other, Lord Colton and Jason placed themselves near the door, ready to trap these backstabbers. But they paused at a sight they had not anticipated. Someone they recognized very well followed the old troll from the hi

With trembling hands, I had broken the seal and unfolded the parchment, my heart sinking as I read the words inscribed upon it. The once cryptic message had become alarmingly clear, revealing a truth that sent shivers down my spine. Alpha King Hazel, the ruler of Blood Moon, had descended into madness, his actions veering into the realm of the unthinkable. He had begun turning people into corrupted beings, wielding a power that defied comprehension. Even worse, my beloved was not exempt from his actions, having been the very first to suffer under it.

He pretended to be sad. What was he talking about? "Speak clearly." I was impatient but at the same time, patient. Impatient because I so badly wanted to know if there was a way to win against Abigail but also patient because I didn't want to know the cost of what I wanted. "The only counter attack you have against the witches is Lila also performing a blood ritual on the same day the blood moon appears in the sky. Her blood is being used by the witches to begin the ritual so her blood should also be used to end it." He clarified.

The other remaining survivor who stood beside Spencer shouted in surprise. Spencer glanced at the passage and knew that he couldn’t drag this on much longer, and he needed to leave immediately. The leader had yet to join the battle, but once he did, there wouldn’t be any way to escape, and he would die a miserable death. “Blood Sacrifice! The great destruction gun of divine blood, go!” Spencer pulled out the most powerful ability he had. The Blood Sacrifice was a secret technique from the Blood Cult. It took his blood as a sacrifice and temporarily doubled his strength.

"The data on the drive. It’s all here. The codes to shut down the Corvin neural network. It's in the terminal beneath his hand." Dante tapped the mahogany desk. "He’s right. One button, and the empire falls. The tactical teams, the drones, the prototypes. They all go dormant. But it requires a blood sacrifice to finalize the override. My blood. Or yours." Sora raised his hand, his claws shimmering with a dying silver light. He stepped toward the desk. The frequency in his ears was a deafening roar now, a countdown to total system failure. "Then I'll take yours," Sora hissed.

I was so happy to see him alive… But the blood! It triggered a memory I’d long since forgotten... “You truly are a fool,” Ryan snarled, grinning from ear to ear, while flexing his fingers so he drew blood. “Renounce the throne, Rain! NOW!!!” Blood! So much blood… I was tiptoeing down the corridor, following my mother and the man who drove her here. Dead wolves were lying everywhere, some still trying to fight for their lives. I wanted to stop and help, but my mother’s voice drew me away…

Pinned at the very top is a glaring red warning from the Dorm Manager: [URGENT: BLOOD MOON EVENT. [Power grids disabled due to severe magnetic interference.] [WARNING: During the Blood Moon, all Dark Creatures and students in the Evil Factions are STRICTLY FORBIDDEN from leaving their rooms.]