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The dark veins on her neck moved slightly with her pulse. -- Lucian had left three boxes of books stacked against the far wall of the main room and I opened the first one and started reading and did not stop for hours. Most of it was terrifying in the specific way that information is terrifying when it confirms the worst thing you were already afraid of. Soul possession through blood magic. The host soul weakens incrementally with each surfacing of the invading consciousness. Over time the host's grip on their own body becomes unreliable, then intermittent, then absent. The invader does not kill the host. They simply crowd them out, slowly, until there is nothing of the original person left

My fingers clenched around the candy, its stiff edge almost cutting my palm. Indeed, in our previous lives, he had been convinced that my only purpose was to be a blood bank and organ donor to Susie. Since Susie still died after I donated my kidney, that meant I served no purpose in this life, and the Grants had no reason to bring home a loser like me. I smiled, violently wiping the tears I couldn't fight back as I told myself—the old Yvie Grant was dead and I would live only for myself.

The thick, dark primordial blood of a century-old vampire welled from the deep cut. "Drink, Brynn," Riheirk commanded, his voice raw and desperate as he pressed his bleeding wrist firmly against her lips. "Drink from me. Let my blood purge the poison. Accept it, sweetheart, please." Brynn’s jade eyes flickered. Driven by her own fading strength and the desperate, triumphant internal screaming of Solar, her jaw parted. She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system.

I drove a blade straight through its skull. Before the body even dropped, I shifted again. Wolf. Faster. Stronger. My fur bristled as I tore through another, ripping its side open and sending it crashing into a tree. A bite caught my arm. Deep. Pain flared. Real pain. I snarled, turning violently and crushing its neck between my jaws. Blood filled my mouth. Hot. Thick. I spat it out. More footsteps. More movement. They weren’t stopping. Good.

Her personal life was always put aside. "Third book," she whispered to herself as she starts to drive. "That's shooting for the moon." It's past seven in the evening but compared to many previous nights, it's an early time out for her. It's like leaving the office and hitting the road in the afternoon. The lights are a refreshing sight. She takes the same route and passes the same road every night but it's only now that she noticed the bright lights.

I turn back to her, "we will go." "But first," I reach forward and poured the bottle on his head, soaking him and his little friend. "Complements from the vineyard little bitch." He shot up from the seat, his eyes wide in horror. I was starting to think that I shouldn't have done that. Before he made after us, I dashed out of the booth with Hayley following and set for the back door. Luckily my car was right around the corner so we didn't have to run far. It was the fastest I started and drove a car in heels. The club was in my rearview. A few moments later, my white E-class Mercedes Benz was rolling through the rustic gates of the estate.

she turned white; -Saw? where else are you?... -I was in the car, I was arriving and you are leaving; -If you saw me then I don't have to answer your question... got up and left me looking like a pot in the cafeteria that's when I told myself that I would never trust any woman again in my life, that is two years old.

And then I walked away from him. @Gupta You can check out Carter Brothers book on Dreâme a.p.p. Saved By The Devil by A. Gupta.

Oh great, that is going to have gone amazing. "I guess we should move then." He nods, we get up and walk outside, how did my car get back? Jackson drove me home, I shake my head and get in to drive Marcus, looking at me, confused. "You drank a lot; sure, you have had about 50 cups of coffee, but not risking it gets in." For a change, I am driving us around. "Left." I turn left, Marcus giving me directions. "Can you please remember I am driving, not Jackson or someone else who is going to slam on the hand brake and slide around corners?" He laughs nodding.

Caleb flew over the Manhattan night sky, Sera trailing behind him, and as he dove lower, flying over the Bronx, he could see, with his vampire vision, the details of what was happening on the streets below. It was mayhem. Humans were fighting humans, stores were being looted, cars were piled up in the streets. It looked as if a war had broken out.