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asked Leora later. Eleanor then began to tell the history of their family who inherited the holy blood for generations. This sacred blood is the blood indispensable to the vampire family. They need this holy blood for the survival of their offspring. There aren't many vampire families left, but they definitely exist and are always looking for Leora's whereabouts. Because only a handful of people still have this sacred bloodline. Although it is heavy and difficult to understand, but Leora tries to understand what her grandmother is telling her. She nodded and listened to what Eleanor said.

She tried her spell but it didn't work let me go now she yelled and the King Smirked I never want to kill you,am not heartless,I only want to make out with you he said and Kelci felt relieved she's going to have an opportunity to kill him she thought on his wedding day and her sister Natalie will give her a higher rank Let's be quick he said and started kissing her neck,he licked her neck and his fangs into her throat,he sucked her blood dry and dropped her lifeless body on the floor then teleported to the hall Queen Natalie was sitting On the King's throne when she felt something strange and terrible,its the bond between her and her sister Kelci,She rushed to the nearby glass and casted a s

With my trembling hands, I grabbed the handle of the door, and it had just opened when Bell's scream froze us. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back only to see her pale face with widened eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands and panicked. We followed her gaze and stared at the sink. The sight I saw sent chills down my spine. Blood was flowing instead of water from the tap, which had blown us all away. I choked in the air as she showed us the blood across her lips. "I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me."

The air that was already cold became colder and colder, a bad-tempered vampire like a child, even though he had taken special anti-cold medicine, involuntarily shivered: "Mr...." Julie glided over the ice, her eyes that were once pure blue were now red, emitting an eerie light in the night: "Have you met my brother? Your body is filled with his scent, tell me....where is he?". Brawen froze , not knowing how to respond properly.

“I told you, didn’t I? I will put an end to that problem of yours. I’m not toying you, Katherine. Let’s say, I want to play a game with you.” “What’s the difference, huh? You want to play with me, it’s all the same!” “Toying you is different from playing with you. Toying you means I’m just the one who’s receiving all the benefits, meanwhile, if I say playing with you, you can cooperate and have your fair share of benefits in our game.” “Well then, Mr. Supernatural, I don’t want to play a game with you.” “It’s Helion. My name is Helion.” “I don’t care about your name at all.”

her eyes brimmed with tears, tears that she trying not to fall whatever it takes. “That Bloody Night were they first show up with full force,” she added as her eyes turned blank as she try very best to not to cry or even crack her voice. “As if maddened, they move so fast and deadly! To the point of draining everyone... Everyone that have the blood of the Brightest Moon and the...Almighty Sun, have drained their blood to flood the land with redness!”

she asked in a panic, her eyes darting from the dead officer lying near the iron pipes, to the dark pool of blood on the ground, and then down to Daniel. "It's a long story, but I need your help!" I said, looking up at her with raw terror in my eyes. "I can't seem to heal Daniel anymore! I tried using my blood just like I did the last time he got hurt, but it isn't working! I'm so confused, Lucy! I don't know what went wrong!" Lucy knelt down beside us in the dirt. She looked at Daniel's pale face, then looked down at my cut, bleeding palms, and her expression turned deeply serious and heavy with sorrow.

Even on the broad street, she managed to lose herself in the heavy traffic. I was about to sniff her out when an SUV screeched across the road, cutting me off. A suited werewolf stepped out of the vehicle. Judging by his grizzled hair, he was advanced in years. For some reason, the bloodlust stirring within me settled down when I looked into his eyes. I gradually shifted back to human form. Laurent Ford, the werewolf, stared at my face, tears streaming down his cheeks. “You look so much like your mother. She, too, has eyes as blue as the ocean…”

It fell to the ground but did not even move a muscle, telling me that it met its end. I rushed over to her mate and turned him over onto his back. There were a few gouges, cuts, and plenty of bruising. The size of the gouges showed that they were from creatures bigger than a wolf, so I had no doubt that he definitely gave better than he got. “This is vampire blood. Brynn has used it as well. We made sure all of the people from my pack brought it. It won’t hurt you but will heal you. I just gave some to your mate, Lucinda. Will you drink it?” I asked him.

She gasped, struggling for breath, a clear image of suffocation. Her eyes begged for help, silently pleading, as I saw her fighting for her fragile hold on life. It’s interesting how circumstances can change so dramatically. I reached for the syringe on the nightstand and pricked my left arm, drawing a few drops of my own blood. Swiftly, I injected the syringe’s contents into the corner of her neck. A gift from my bloodline as an Alpha’s descendant, royal blood ran through my veins. This blood held a unique power that granted rapid self-revival and the distinct ability to heal others, particularly those from royal bloodlines.