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Nodding I wiped off my damp eyes and stood. Scanning my face Dante pinched his lips. “I don't like seeing you cry, Aurora,” he said softly as I laid my hand on his. The moment we reappeared in the realm, I felt my energy imploding. I gasped as I winced suddenly and fell to the grass. The sounds of my bones snapping echoed in my ears. “Oh shit! You're getting your first shift, take off your clothes,” Dante shouted but I had lost all motor function. “Help me,” I panted painfully.

He came closer to me, pulling some of my hair out of my face as he continued, “She is also chubby, with plenty of blood - perfect for a blood slave.” Alpha Axel hummed in response, not saying any more words. Though I couldn't open my eyes to see him, I could feel his piercing gaze on me. Then, to my dismay, he finally spoke up, his deep voice firm and commanding. “I'll buy her!” he declared, his words echoing through the clearing.

"System Command: Inject Protocol. Override the Sanguine Network. Authorization: First Weaver." She drove the glowing brush directly into the obsidian floor. The impact was entirely silent, but the effect was cataclysmic. The glowing red veins beneath the glass floor violently stuttered. A pulse of blinding, flawless cosmic gold erupted from Scarlett’s brush, racing through the Sanguine Source like a divine virus. All across the ballroom, the aristocratic vampires suddenly gasped, clutching their chests. The stolen life-force that sustained their cybernetic and ancient bodies was abruptly cut off.

Lucia ran her fingers down his spine again, soothing him with the same manipulative tenderness she’d used to lure him inside. “Do you feel better?” she whispered. He didn’t respond. The alcohol was hitting him harder now, blurring the edges of reality. Lucia kissed his shoulder. “Good. You needed this.” She stepped out of the shower first, taking her time drying her hair and slowly sliding into his robe that she fastened loosely around her waist. Draco remained under the water for a minute longer, letting it beat down on him as though it might wash away the truth… Damon was alive.

He growled slightly. "What’s so special that you won’t stop tonight"? Callum was confused. Stephen loved when he submitted to him. "This vein, pulsing blood into your system is making me drunk. If I get a slight whiff I won’t be able to stop myself from puncturing your neck. I have tasted you just once and it was too difficult for me to stop. I am afraid I will not be able to stop now". He was saying but his lips were moving on their own. Nibbling and grazing the golden neck.

“I need you to get Justin's tears. You can thank the Huntsman for breaking his heart because those are the perfect sort of sadness for the concoction I need as an offering.” She handed him a second vial. This time it was made out of a black glass. “This one is for sweat. Make sure you get it off the warriors when they're working hard training and getting ready for the night of the ritual. The sweat of impending battle will definitely be strong enough for what I need.” She held out her hand. “Give me your wrist.” “What for?” Randy asked suspiciously. “I'm going to take your blood before you leave.” “Why do I have to give the blood?”

He roared as he stomped his feet on the floor and the human girl who was clutched into Beckham's hands whimpered. “Please?” She muttered as tears rolled down her eyes. “No? How can a vampire deny this amazing taste? Do you know how it feels to drain a human? Do you know how it feels to rip them apart?” Beckham ripped through her neck as his voice sounded more convincing. Blood glossed his lips and blood spilled down her neck. Hadrian clenched his fist as his breath seized and he strived to put himself in maximum control.

Not in near future. “Please..." I pleaded, feeling more desperate and scared at the thought that he might feed on me if I fall asleep. “Rest.” he ignored my pleading, fixating his ice blue eyes into my brown ones and I sighed in defeat. I know better than to argue with a vampire. A sob escaped through my lips before my eyelids finally gave in as I drifted off into a deep sleep. *5 days later*

The doctor, accompanied by a team of staff members, initiated the meticulous process of draining the specialized solution from the tube. As the liquid receded, revealing the pale form of the young boy within, Lucian's eyes narrowed slightly, a glimmer of paternal concern momentarily surfacing. The extraction process commenced, the controlled movements of the staff attesting to the precision required in handling a being born of both human and werewolf lineage.

Since when did he become a vampire? The scene struck me as both bizarre and unsettling. Kiera whimpered in pain, tears streaming from her half-closed eyes as she observed him in bewilderment. He continued this peculiar ritual, alternately sucking on her wrist and spitting a mixture of blood and silver into the bowl. Meanwhile, my gaze involuntarily traced the contours of her alluring legs. My feet propelled me toward them, instinctively lifting and cradling them on my lap. Drake spat more blood and silver into the bowl, resuming his bizarre ritual. "That's repulsive," I remarked, scrunching my face in disgust as my hands caressed her legs, soothing her pain away without even realizing how lo