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If I were still alive, I was sure my tears would be streaming down my face by now. 'Sebastian, there will never be another Crystal in this world. Will you ever mourn for me?' I mused bitterly. ... Alice had fully awakened now. And as if pulled by some invisible force, I found myself stuck at Sebastian's side and had no choice but to helplessly watch as he wrapped his arms around her and sang a song, Little Nightingale, from my hometown. I couldn't help but shout inwardly in frustration, "Your Southpark accent is awful!"

Lyra encouraged softly. "Valentine..." I whispered. Something stirred deeper this time. A melody. Faint at first...like it was underwater. Lyrics. Not English. My lips parted as the words slipped out, unfamiliar yet strangely natural. "...amare...luce...cor meum..." The tune wrapped around the words, soft...haunting...almost childlike. And then... A sharp sound. Glass shattering. I flinched. My breathing hitched. "Stay with it," Dr. Lyra said calmly.

Damien is saying, and I suddenly snap back to attention. The line moves forward, a slow progression toward an uncertain destiny. My turn comes, and I step up to the makeshift altar, the potion before me like a vessel of fate. Damien gives me a stare — not just the stare of a brother, but the stare of my Alpha, commanding me to drink. I know, despite my misgivings, I have no choice. I tip the cup to my lips and with eyes screwed shut, I drink. The liquid burns down my throat, a warmth spreading through me like a subtle flame. A bitter taste settles in my mouth as the potion becomes a symbol of choices stripped away.

But now it's ugly and dirty. Liam reached out and tugged at the handkerchief stuffed in Sylvia's mouth, repeating in a joking tone. "Thirsty… right? Would you like some water?" Liam swings the water bottle in front of Sylvia, provoking them. "Please… give me water!" Sylvia's throat burned, she begged in a low voice. "Here's your water…!" Liam brought the water bottle closer to Sylvia and suddenly poured it all on the poor girl. Sylvia's whole body trembled. Her long, wet hair was grabbed by Liam, tugging at her brain.

She smelled of wolf. Full wolf, not the suppressed register I was projecting behind the Switch, not the dampened human-baseline signal I was broadcasting as Lyanna Black. The real thing, clean and particular, the scent of a bloodline with depth in it, the specific compound of someone high-born and aware of it and comfortable with the awareness. My Silver Dawn receptors catalogued it automatically. High rank. Not the highest in this compound, but high enough to move through it with the proprietary ease she was currently demonstrating. I kept my face exactly where it was and did not let the cataloguing show.

The illumination blinded his vision, and he rubbed his eyes to become sober. Maahir strode to the window and became mesmerized by the breathtaking view. His messy hair fell on his eyes with the heavy wind. Leaned onto the wall with his hands tucked into the pockets of his navy blue pajama and inhaled the fresh oxygen deeply. "Get Harish to the warehouse." Rudra's words echoed in his mind, and he became alert immediately.

- As our blood merged with the Flower of Destiny, a powerful surge of energy enveloped us, instantly surrounding us. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, and the wild winds tested our determination. Ace and I held each other's hands despite the turbulence, bracing ourselves against the storm's fury. The Flower of Destiny emitted an aura of tranquility and hope but also danger, its petals slowly unfurled, radiating unparalleled beauty. On Acantha's warning, we closed our eyes, took deep breaths, and focused on our inner strength.

The First Vampire spoke and it was the first time I saw him smile as he stared at the empty wall at the other end of the hallway. "Elnea?" Curiosity sparked inside me upon hearing the name of a flower I've never heard of before. My question made The First Vampire chuckle. "Have you seen a sword, a fairy and a flower on the flag of Eleneas? What do you call it?" "Yea? It's a lily? What about it?"

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

Myriana said as she set fire to Verona with her breath. Stefan was so filled with anguish and rage over seeing his beloved sister die an excruciating death that he went instantly mad. Throwing all caution to the wind, he threw his head back and howled a howl that reverberated off the walls before charging into the center of the dragons. One of the soldiers bit his head off and tossed it aside while his body fell limp to the floor.