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And now, after the soul-bonding, they would be one. A cursed man with a cursed woman. They were perfect for each other, he thought hopelessly. When he had picked up the scroll, her blood was still seeping from her wound. He had panicked about not being able to halt the bleeding despite all the survival techniques he had learned, which included bandaging her hand, sucking on the wound, pressing on it and even his healing spells did not work because her injuries were inflicted on her by a magical weapon. Also, her face had turned horrendously pale. She had lost too much blood. At that juncture, he knew he had to do something, and recalling her bundle contained magical items. He prayed hard tha

My hands were cold, and I stared at the screen again. “It is not his empire,” I said. "This is his bloodline." Footsteps resounded outside the room. The door opened. Dino stood with an unreadable expression. "You found something," he said. I swung around and looked at him a-throbbing. "Yes," I replied. His eyes sharpened. "What did you find, Drina?" I turned back and looked at the screen, and then at the man whose name had plagued all corners of my life. "A ghost," I said. "And it belongs to your family."

Three days after identifying Silas Greythorne's handwriting, Sera woke to urgent knocking. Lucien burst in before she could answer, his eyes wild with fear. His voice was tight, almost cracking. "There's been a murder." She was out of bed immediately. "What? Where?" "The Nocturne District. A vampire elder, found dead in his home last night." He handed her his phone. "Look at the positioning." Sera's blood ran cold, and a wave of nausea rose in her throat. The body was arranged on the floor, arms spread, throat slashed. Around him, ritual markings drawn in blood.

Then, quietly - "All of it." Dylan swore under his breath. Dean’s expression darkened. “So what, she bleeds out and dies? That’s the ritual?” The man’s lips pressed into a thin line. “If it were that simple, others would have succeeded before her.” Damien exhaled sharply. "Then why does no one survive?" The man finally sat up slightly, his eyes heavy with something deeper - something haunted. "Because the ritual doesn’t just take blood. It forces the darkness inside the vessel to manifest - outside of them."

“But she didn’t.” Draven looked at the floor when he saw a few drops of blood. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the drops turning red to black. He crouched down as he raised his fingers and swiped them across the floor as blood sneered across his fingers. He rubbed them together as he chanted something under his breath. Lucifer watched in surprise as Draven panted heavily as he backed away from the blood. “Unless she wants Sarah’s magic.” **** “I-I don’t understand. Sarah’s magic? Are you kidding me or what? She’s a human, Draven. A freaking human who doesn’t even know how to defend herself from her husband,” Damon looked at Lucifer.

Sheep’s blood, Dead mouse, Hyoscyamus Niger, Tamarindicus indica , Deadly Nightshade and last but not least, Human blood. She put all of them into a large fancy cup, as if to appease the demon with her effort and took care of the last ingredient by slashing a knife against her palm. She held it up above the cup and let the blood pour out. The pain was momentarily stinging but the excitement of doing what she was about to do took over her.

The Blood Bounty was an ancient, terrible instrument of power. It wasn't just a contract; it was a blood-soaked invitation broadcast on arcane frequencies that every supernatural creature could hear in the back of their minds, a whisper of temptation that also spread like a virus through the dark web and encrypted mercenary channels. Overnight, Jack Sterling went from being a regional king to the most hunted man on the planet.