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“Because this doesn’t just happen, Kali. Blood doesn’t change color overnight.” She took a shaky step toward me, eyes glistening. “I swear, Zara, I don’t know why. After training this morning, I checked my wound and it—” Her voice broke. “It was dark. I didn’t understand it either.” My mind raced, every warning Lilith ever whispered crashing back into me. Malicious magic. Corruption. Blackened blood. Kali saw something in my expression, because she reached for my hand, desperation tightening her voice. “Please, Zara. Don’t tell anyone. Please.”

“Hi readers! Since this story has a large cast, I’m sharing the character sketch to make sure you enjoy the journey without any confusion.” Soren Rafael Blackthorn or Rafael Blackthorn Age 25, a hybrid king. King of the entire supernatural world and possesses the power of the earth. Rafael also knows how to read others’ minds. He can show memories to others and even erase people’s memories. Teleporting and making people sleep are his other specialties. He is the head of the THREE ASSASSIN BLACKTHORNS. Rafael is the mate of Saraya.

Her back slammed against the wall; cracks spidered out from the impact. Zevran swore and moved fast—too fast for human sight. One arm braced the wall beside her head, the other pressed against her sternum, fingers splayed over the mark that now blazed through her skin. “Listen to me,” he said, voice low and sharp. “If you lose control, this fortress will collapse.” “I can’t—control—it!” Her eyes glowed pure gold. The seal under her skin pulsed in rhythm with the black moon above, the same dark energy he’d sworn to bury centuries ago.

She crossed her arms, her posture rigid, as if she were holding back a storm. I couldn't breathe. My hands trembled in my lap, memories of that forbidden night flooding back, Mr. Alfred's strong hands gripping my hips, his thick cock thrusting deep into my wet pussy, our bodies slick with sweat as we fucked wildly on his bed. It had been pure ecstasy, raw and unfiltered, but now it twisted into terror. Had that one reckless moment doomed me? “I... I need to get tested,” I whispered, my voice breaking. Tears welled up, blurring the faces of the two people who'd become the center of my chaotic world.

“Lady Zari… She told me to approach Magnus Blackwood weeks ago. She wanted to know about the girl. About Elara.” “And what did Magnus Blackwood tell you?” “That she has a latent wolf. She can’t shift. She’s powerless.” The confession hits the throne room like a sledgehammer. Gasps echo from every corner. Magnus Blackwood’s face drains of color. “He’s lying!” Magnus Blackwood shouts, voice cracking with desperation. The witch shakes his head. “Lady Zari paid me well for the information. She wanted to know if the girl posed any real threat to her position.” My father’s voice booms from his throne.

That was why she became an easy target. The dark manifestation shrieked inside Jazmine's mind, pulling her further into the darkness. Liam grabbed the chain and wrapped it around Jazmine, reducing her struggle in Mira's grip. The dark manifestation still couldn't use Jazmine to force her to use her power. It depended on her to wield the sword because it knew Abbadon left a fragment of her soul inside Jazmine.

My grandmother passed before I was born due to grief, but I've been told she was a very remarkable lady. A door closing makes me jump, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turn off the shower and grab the towel, drying off as I step out. I grab the clothes he gave me, enjoying these ones a lot more already. I throw them on, enjoying the clean casual clothes. I look in the mirror, seeing the red dye from my hair fading away to leave my bright white hair showing. I grab my hair and tie it up in a bun, trying to hide the white showing through. My fathers words echoing in my head yet again, and yet I had let Talon see my wolf. "He is our mate. You will not keep me from him." Freya snarls. "The moon

I replied to my sister, my mind still reeling from the encounter with the mysterious man in the lobby. "What do you mean?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "Before he turned around to run outside, his eyes flashed black for a second," I said, my voice low and conspiratorial. My sister's eyes widened in surprise. "That's strange," she said. "Maybe he's an alpha."

We all looked up to see a figure hovering in the air above us, crackling with dark energy. Zara. She looked different now, her beauty twisted by dark magic. Her eyes glowed red as she smiled down at us. "Thank you for the demonstration, little torch-bearer," she called. "Now I know exactly what power I need to steal." The light inside me pulsed in warning. Something terrible was coming, and I had no idea how to stop it.