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She turned towards the window where his husband immediately jumped down and ran to her side to help her get up. “Daemon!” she was still able to utter his name before she burst into tears in his arms. “It’s okay. I’m taking you out of here. Come on…” “Wait,” she stopped him when he’s about to carry her off. “I… Daemon, I killed a man! I killed Joffrey!” Pointing at the man whose body is bathing in his own blood, Devon bit her lips, scared about the consequences of her sins. “Daemon, I killed Joffrey. I… I broke the vase on his head and the blood. I have his blood in me.”

“You’ve done enough damage. To my family. To hers. To your own blood. And it is time for you to go. Your blood is too dry on the snow.” Darius’s gaze flicked to me then, to Liam, the enemy, the man he’d tried to destroy. For a moment, I thought I saw peace in his eyes. Or maybe it was regret. “I told you,” he rasped, voice barely a whisper. “If I couldn’t have her… no one would. I will kill her.” Then his strength gave out. His body fell forward, hitting the snow hard, blood spreading beneath him like a dark halo. The silence that followed was endless.

“Because all the members of Blood Cult deserve to die!” Nier said coldly as she looked at Snow’s eyes. Then, the dagger in her hand was ferociously twisted. Snow made a counterattack before the final moments of her death by striking her palm on the body of the Holy Maiden, Nier. Nier was sent flying backward. As the dagger in Snow’s chest was pulled out, blood started spurting out. She was on the verge of collapse.

She finds it hard to watch Althea, her sister, get tight whenever she comes close, and she always bats her eyes in rejection when she looks at her. Even though I can scarcely see Kohl because of my poor vision, his golden eyes attract my attention when I see him. she said to herself. Kohl's lips were pursed as he looked straight into my soul as they drew closer and shared a passionate kiss. The essence of love overpowered the speed of light that flashed across their heads. Naomi, taken aback by the odd title, questioned, "Who? Me, Queen?" as Prince Kohl whispered to her, "Queen of the iron throne." Just a housekeeper at the Palace, remember? I'm not one of the maids vying for your love.

"Stop talking. You must conserve your energy. However, he was dwindling. He lowered his golden gaze. His strong body shuddered. Shaun was kneeling next to me, his face unreadable. For so long, he and Davos had been at odds. And yet, in this instant, I saw something more in his eyes. Respect. Davos let out a shaky breath, his fingers twitching. "I... undervalued him." I took a deep breath. "No. You will engage in combat. “You will survive.” But he was letting go of my wrist. He was breathing more slowly. And the light in his eyes was going out, no matter how much I pleaded. The Alpha King, Davos, was dying. And I was powerless to stop it. Blood dripped from the corner of Davos's mout

My eyes searched his for signs of a lie — his unforgettable eyes that still haunted me even after I ran away from him. “You’re a big jerk, Alistair.” I told him, “An asshole who only cares about money and his selfish interest.” “I don’t regret killing Isabella. It left a wound in Annalise’s heart.” “What about Ryder?” I asked. “You killed his fiancée. The love of his life. How does that make you feel?” “I couldn’t care less about the guy. A deal is a deal.” “You deserve to die.” “We all do.”

Khaleesi's pov; "Please! Khaleesi please! You can't do this to me. We've known each other for years and have shared the same thing! Please don't kill me. Spare me!" Dan's cowardly cry and plea to be spared was like the sound of a bug in my ears, pestering me and asking to be let go. One sniff and all I could smell was blood. The blood of his fallen warriors and not even one of my mine or neither Aodhàn's around us.

I turned around to see a female roughly 5'5 with black hair, a male around 7ft with dirty blonde hair, and Jayce as well. "What a wonderful performance to turn up to. You definitely don't take disrespect lightly, do you, Sutton Nightshade?" The female says "Who are you? What do you want? And what the fuck are you up to, Jayce, you useless idiot?" I snapped. "Sorry how rude of me, I am Bellatrix Nevermore. Next to me is Ragnar Stonemountain. You all have a choice to make. Join Ragnar and help him to avenge his clan for what your ancestor did or we kill you all. Join us and destroy the one is called Serenity. What will your choice be?" Bellatrix says.

My mate’s blood stained its lips, dripped down her fragile throat and her body was limp and her skin ashen. The beast in me roared, and before I could even think, I was across the room. The vampire didn’t see me coming. My claws sank into its shoulder as I ripped it away from Snow, the force sending its scrawny body hurtling into the wine cabinet. Bottles shattered and wine spilled everywhere. I wanted to kill it. Tear it apart and make it suffer for what it had done. But Snow whimpered, and my rage faltered. Immediately, I turned to her, my chest tight with fear as I dropped to my knees next to her. Her body was still and her skin was rapidly turned cold. Oh gods, why was her lips blue?

"The person who removed the seventeen lines three hundred years ago. Whoever made that decision." "Yes." "It will be in the Vael bloodline record," she said. "The decision, who made it, why." She held his gaze. "It will be a name you know." He looked at her steadily. "I know," he said. "Find the travel." She left. Nora looked at him across the office. "Three hundred years is a long time to carry out someone's decision," she said. "Yes," he said. "But it ends tomorrow." "It ends tomorrow," she agreed.