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At Dracula standing above it all like some dark monarch sending his soldiers to war. Part of me wanted to stay. To hide behind these walls and let someone else save the world. But I couldn't. None of us could. This was our fight. Our responsibility. The portal pulsed, its edges flickering. "One more thing," Dracula called out. "The Abattoir processes souls into fuel. If you're captured, they'll use you to power the machines that kill others. Death would be mercy compared to that fate. You'll be conscious. Aware. Screaming inside the system while your essence is burned away to keep the gears turning. Some deadies have been trapped in there for decades. Centuries. Still screaming. Still suffer

They fight with vengeance, with hatred. Howls split into the air, the forest drowns out the whimpers. The ground swallows the blood that spills. Teeth tear into skin, claws rip apart flesh.Wolves zip past, paws pounding the sand. We hunt, chase, kill. It’s chaos, and it’s madness. From the corner of my eye, Macy shields a young Delta with her body, snarling, while Rio takes down two rogues at once. The chorus of our pack’s howls spurs me forward, refusing to let anyone fall. Then, I focus on the rogue I’m chasing.

Dreyven just said a woman is not bad. The chat goes silent. No one types anything. I could see their jaws hanging open, trying to process what just happened. Dreyven doesn't say not bad about anyone. Ever. I'm still standing in the doorway when Dreyden looks up and sees me. "Who the hell is that girl?" he demands. "And why do you have professional-level photos of her?" Dreylen adds, looking up from his sketchbook. Dreyven hasn't moved. Still staring at his phone like he's trying to figure out if he actually sent that message.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

Millie, Lilac, and Beta Dillon smelled something fishy about Bella, but they remained silent and let the alpha deal with it. Drake smirked, then suddenly changed his mood. “If you are involved with this, Bella, I swear to all the gods and goddesses, I won’t give you mercy.” He uttered flatly. “If something bad happens to the both of them, mark my words, Bella, I will send you to hell and meet my demon!” he added and turned his back to face Emily. “Millie, keep a close eye on my stray.” He ordered. “I will find those antidotes; I’ll need Beta Dillon.” He mumbled while fixing Emily’s blanket and caressed her face before he planted a kiss on her forehead.

Then, a voice echoed through the chamber—a voice that sent a chill through Damien’s spine. “Did you really think you could end it?” The voice was cold, mechanical. Familiar. Monroe’s voice. A blinding light flared from the central console, and the ground beneath them cracked open. Figures—humanoid drones—emerged from hidden compartments in the walls. They were like ghosts, their faces hidden behind helmets, their bodies covered in sleek, black armor. Damien’s heart pounded. “It’s a trap.” Aurora cursed, pulling her weapon free. “We need to move. Now.”

I craved the suffocating weight of his obsession because it was the only thing that made me feel solid in a world of ghosts. "He’s watching us, isn't he?" I asked the shadows. The humming in the rafters grew louder, more mechanical. A small, black drone, no larger than a bird, descended from the darkness. It was made of the same matte obsidian as Dante’s arm, its single lens glowing with a lethal, indigo light. Leo stepped back, pulling a white pulse-pistol from his belt. "Stay back, Ivy! It’s a Moretti scout!" The drone didn't attack. It hovered inches from my face, its cooling fans whirring like a dying breath. A speaker on the bottom crackled to life.

Leo, Torque, and the sixty Ironhead militiamen were standing in the mud, their weapons lowered, staring up at the sky in absolute, stunned silence. Hovering fifty feet above the courtyard, in a perfect, synchronized delta formation, were seven Ministry Seeker Drones. They were sleek, predatory machines, designed for urban pacification. They were armed with twin-linked kinetic submachine guns and non-lethal riot-suppression tear gas launchers. They were painted the oppressive, matte-black of the Blackwatch. Usually, the sight of even one of these drones in the Rust Belt would send scavengers fleeing into the sewers in terror. "Wraith," Torque whispered as Ren walked up beside him. The cyborg

“Now it would be Nick.” “Charlotte and Jessica can block the stairway with magic,” Malachi said and I nodded. “I’ll be in my cloak,” Kiran said and Adara shot him a glare. “No fire, I promise. I’m never going back to Helheim.” “How many guns do you have in the house?” Malachi asked and Charlotte started to laugh. “Nine in the house and seventeen in the forest,” I said and he shook his head as he chuckled. “I guess I’ll take a gun or two,” Malachi said.

"Then his son, Prince Xander burnt him" Her uncle and cousin had done that?. Now, she remembered. She did mention the story of her trial and her father's death to them when she visited them two days ago. "So now, you're a mated wolf", Mikayla had stated the obvious which had made Diya nod before Malaysia spoke up. "Malachi has found his mate too but she's an ice drakaina and he's upset". "Why?". "He wanted a fire drakaina". "What's her name?".