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Mom rushed over with red‑rimmed eyes and slapped me across the face. “It must have been you who drove Sheila away.” Her voice trembled with anger. “A girl raised by human traffickers is exactly what I expected. We should never have let you come back.” I stared at her. Then, through the blood blurring my vision, I looked toward Derrick. At that moment, the system’s countdown echoed in my mind. The stabbing pain in my chest intensified without warning. It hurt so much that every word required all the strength I had left. “If this was how things were going to be…”

⚔️ VENGEANCE ⚔️ (Death is the price!! ☠️) Chapter eleven (11) Authoress pov 🤍 Jasper already pass out and his friends already rush to him and sprinkling water on him, while Natasha was shouting, going up and down.

I uttered again and again, my hand parallel to each other, and on its center is the formed symbol of death on fire. If this is what it takes to avenge my loss, I don’t mind giving my life. “Ophelia! Don’t do that!” Queen Romina cried, but I only continued. “Mea vita pro morte sua…” My life for his death. The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I was reborn in new and more powerful body. I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death.

" When I was young I felt the birth of our true alphas and just as quick as one fell silent another rose up. It wasn't till later in life that I learned of the horror behind such a taboo ritual. Abicus loved her dearly and she just wanted to be free to love. He couldn't change the fates already set in motion nor could he give her freedom. Abicus told me how he set her free and how he begged the moon to show mercy. But he felt his prayers went unanswered so in a rage he killed his chapter. Erasing them from existence and in doing so became the next true alpha. I was young when we met but he trusted so much to me that night. I didn't understand it fully at that time but he was strong. So I beg

Bonnie and Gavin move the coffee table out of the centre. "You're sure about this Diana?" Gavin checks. "Yes" No. "Does it hurt?" I ask Bonnie "It's not nice but you get used to it after a few thousand times" she says jokingly as she strips down to her bare skin. I nod my head. I watch as Bonnie's skin grows fur, her bones snap and contort but worst was watching her fingers snap one by one followed by her tail growing. Until there's a big fucking Auburn coloured wolf stood in my lounge!

The title reads, "The Lost Bloodlines: A Forgotten Legacy." Excitement surged through both girls as they opened the book. Its pages were filled with handwritten notes and illustrations, detailing a secret society that had existed for centuries, guarding the knowledge of a special lineage—a bloodline with extraordinary abilities. As they read further, they discovered that their suspicions were correct. Tiffany and Hailey were indeed descendants of this ancient bloodline, born with unique powers waiting to be awakened. The clash they witnessed the night before was just the beginning, a sign that their journey was meant to unfold.

I can never change her. "He hurt me, and he hurt the person who treated me the best. I hate him. I hate him to death." Kisa's words echoed in his mind. He thought she might still be upset with him, but he never thought that she still hated him so much that she wanted him dead. Because he had nowhere to vent his grief and anger, he gripped the stem of the goblet harder with his fingers and it broke in his hand. The broken glass pierced his palm, and he bled profusely. He stared blankly at the crimson-red blood on his palm, and surprisingly, did not feel any pain. He laughed in a strange and maniacal way. A long while later, he closed his hand, and the blood dripped down to the floor like a st

Blood spills freely, thick and dark. I drop to my knees, spreading the blood across the runes on the floor. The scent fills the chamber — heavy, metallic, ancient. My voice comes out low, rough. “By the ties of blood, by the claim of fire, by the will of the Moon that saw our union — she is mine.” The runes ignite. Crimson light floods the room, swallowing the shadows. I feel the power surge, slamming into my chest. It hurts — gods, it hurts — but I keep going.

“I knew there was something about her.” “Wait…” Remus blinked and tried to understand. “There is a new blood and I am not aware?” Ignoring him, Maximus moved closer and examined the mark, his fingers hovering over it without touching it. He watched how the line spread and he suddenly furrowed his brows. “It looks like old magic,” he said. “It burns,” Cassian hissed in pain. “Like fire spreading inside of me. I feel like I’m going to burst out any second.”