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I don’t know what’s changed, but it feels more right now. My head tilts to her chest, my lips sealing around one nipple and as I suck hard on it, she practically whimpers, her back arching off the bed and the next think I know she’s screaming my name. Her hands have somehow gotten free from my grip and one of them is in my hair, pinning my face to her while the other squeezes my shoulder, her blunt nails digging half-moons into my skin. I hope she draws blood, I hope she leaves a mark. The thought only makes me go even more feral as I feast on her breasts, playing with her, making her moan and arch and scream, each and every sound that comes out of her is like music to my ears. Like an encha

A thin line of crimson beaded there, and then his mouth crushed against mine. The taste of iron—his blood, my blood—exploded across my tongue as our essence mingled. Heat shot down my spine, burning into every nerve, pooling between my legs with an intensity that terrified me. It was as if something ancient inside me had been unlocked, awakened. My head spun, my body trembling so hard I almost fell, but his hand at my neck held me still, forcing me to take all of it. His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming, conquering, and my body betrayed me completely—responding, yielding, aching.

"I'm ready for the reality." I looked at the sky, where the "Splinter" was somewhere in the dark, hungry and hollow. I looked at the "Refugee of the Void," who had given her life to give us a choice. "Then let's build the shadow," I commanded, my amethyst eyes glowing one last time. The "Inheritance of Light" was about to become the "Armor of the Dark." We had ninety-six chapters of war, and now, we were going to use the very last of our divinity to buy the right to be forgotten.

As her fingers closed around the cold, black hilt of the dagger, a shockwave of pure energy erupted from the room. ​Every mirror in the chamber shattered at once. The shards of glass didn't fall; they hovered in the air, glowing with sapphire light. Seraphina felt a rush of power so intense she thought her heart would burst. Knowledge flooded her brain—ancient languages, memories of battles she had never fought, and the feeling of a bond that stretched across time. ​She looked down at her hands. The blue light was no longer just under her skin; it was flowing over her like a second skin of armor.

Rossa screamed as sharp fangs sank deeply into her arm. The basin fell from her hands. Raw meat scattered across the ground. Rossa tried pulling her arm back while crying in terror. “Help… help…” But no one came. No one cared. And before she could free herself— another dog rushed out. Then another. And another. Rossa’s body collapsed onto the ground as four dogs began biting her at the same time. Her screams echoed throughout the back area of the mansion. Pain. Unbearable pain. Their fangs sank into her arms. Her shoulders. Her legs.

Chapter 47 is the POSSESSION chapter and it's going to be INTENSE! END OF CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

She couldn't face betrayals anymore. "Ahhh.." Valerie screamed as she forced the sword to apart her skin one last time. This is gonna be the end! This is the end. So my dear readers. This is the end of the FORBIDDEN BLOOD book 1( but not the end of the story.) The story is continued in the sequel of the book FORBIDDEN BLOOD 2 exclusively on B*****t. I want you guys to shower the comment section with your comments as I want you to enlighten me about your thoughts on my story.

The title was embossed in faded silver script: Vampiric Death and Rebirth. My heart began to pound. This was it. This had to be it. I opened the cover, the pages yellowed and brittle. The text was handwritten in an elegant, spidery script, the ink the color of dried blood. I scanned the passages, skipping over dense paragraphs about blood rites and soul transference, until a particular chapter heading caught my eye: "The Phoenix Ascendant."

And curiosity, in my world, always ended in blood. END OF CHAPTER 1

Chapter 6: The Price of Power Karina stood at the center of the dimly lit chamber, the weight of the moment pressing on her chest. Her fingers tingled with the strange, foreign power that surged beneath her skin. The bloodline—her blood—was the key to something far darker than she had imagined. But the deeper she felt into it, the clearer it became: this wasn’t just a ritual. This was a war—one that would cost her everything, but one she could win.