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“Shadowland has creatures in it. Both human like and black, gooey zombies.” Rain, my Knight and a powerful demon in her own right, gave me an unimpressed look as she adjusted a pin in my hair. She was a bit of a perfectionist and couldn’t stand when things were out of place. If she were human, I’d say she had severe OCD. I guess I could still say it even though she was a demon.

It promotes our evolution or brings devastation upon us all. Those who practice dark art use it for power and control, for abuse, and for the pleasure they feel in causing pain and death. Just like the tragic story of Diego, Harry, and Mary. Mary was eventually served as food to the vampires and they ensured to drain her vile blood till she became a walking corpse and ended up as bones.

The Human Hunter that started their brief fight walks over and stands in front of Seraphina, leaving the Demon to feed off of her as he slides his hand on her cheek and chuckles, “Such a waste of a beautiful woman. If you weren’t cursed and such a threat, I would take you back as my personal slave…” The Human Hunter shakes his head and sighs, “Alas, that can not be… Sar, KILL HER!” The Demon bites down just a little harder as he pulls out the dagger and slams it back in. The Human Hunter chuckles again as Seraphina’s eyes close and she goes limp in the Demon’s arms. The Demon sucks one more mouthful of the werewolf’s blood then pulls his fangs out of her neck and lets her go, allowing her to

"Surprised, sweetheart? You see, I am also a dragon summoner. The two of us are the same. We fit for each other. I guess it's what they call destiny?" "Destiny, you fool! What did you do to them?! Where is Demitri?!" I yelled and lifted my hand in the air. My blazing sword appeared and I held onto it tightly as I sauntered forward. I lashed my sword in the air, creating waves of fire, but he blocked it so fast with his wind blades.

“Just the words I hoped to hear…” He turned away to acknowledge the room, lifting his hands up in joy. “I’m so glad you all like my sweet little demon…as said by Von Dulce, she contains Angel Blood…created by the Ninth Level Demon, Basille, to feed his power. I am lucky enough to now have her in my possession thanks to my son, who I must acknowledge as the one who found her and secured her for the vampire nation.” Kat had baulked at his comment to her and hardly heard his speech.

Dear Reader, Thank you for being an amazing reader of my work. Please vote for BLOOD BATH (Full Moon) and also drop a review. Let me know your thoughts. Warm Regards, ❤️ Pinkie Alaha. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE. Trainor stepped forward with his gun pointing at Zain! "Put the gun down, Dad!" Megan yelled, her gaze fixed on the gun. "You might hurt yourself!" Zain stood still, relaxed and unbothered.

He pointed his long claws at her neck as she aimed the wood at his head. The two of them stood there, completely still, staring at each other with deadly intent. The staring competition ended when the yellow-eyed, black-haired figure slowly dropped his claw. Esteria sighed in relief; she had thought she would have to fight him. Although she was impressed by her swift reflexes, which she guessed were a result of the demon blood now flowing through her, she was still wary of fighting a demon. "Are you Lord El's new mistress?" he asked, his voice hoarse and deep but nowhere near as commanding as El-Kharis's own.

I ran my tongue over my lips, tasting the salty metallic blood as I watched Hades's brow rise with amusement. "I thought—!" he closed our distance, now mere inches away. "I was the devil here. Seems like you aren't any less!" My eyes followed his lips as they inched closer. My heart pounded, faster than usual, as he pressed his lips to the corner of my mouth, running his tongue over the blood smeared there. His hand trailed from my wrist to my chin, his crimson-red eyes locking onto mine. His breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "You have Demon Blood. Only Fenrir possesses that blood."

"They're not real. It's just the temple, feeding on your guilt." "They look real," he grits out, his eyes already shifting to red-silver. "They feel real." "Then use your curse. The Mist Queen said the shadows can pierce illusions. Let the Bloodwraith see the truth." He hesitates, and I can feel his fear of losing control. But I send reassurance through the bond, showing him that I'm here, that I won't let him fall. He gives in to the transformation partially, letting the Bloodwraith's power flow through him without fully changing. His eyes blaze red-silver, and the shadows around him sharpen into blades. He swipes at the nearest illusion, and where the shadow touches, the figure dissolves.

“Blood, Word, Breath. Break any and the stair erases your ascent.” Taren swallowed. “What happens if the stair erases us?” “You forget up,” the figure said, almost kindly. “Some prefer that.” They descended. ⸻ The chamber of Blood was small, round, plain. A bowl cut into the floor collected melt from the ceiling in slow, patient drops. A wafer of ice rested on a plinth beside it. Three channels had been carved there: two whole, one shallow. Kaelira’s wolf paced. Teeth and ritual, Ardyn said, unimpressed. Pick one.