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His lifeless body crumpled as the infected tore into him, its claws digging deep into his chest. The family scrambled toward an empty boat, their desperation palpable as the creature feasted. The infected tore through the seer’s flesh with sharp, eerie teeth, breaking bones as if they were twigs. A black aura surrounded the creature, the seer’s soul being devoured by its corruption. It paused momentarily, savoring the moment, before ripping out the man’s large intestines and stuffing them into its bloodied mouth. The scene was a monstrous display of both hunger and calculated malice—a monster not just driven by instinct, but by something far darker.

“Stop! What the hell is going on?” One of the guys among the patrols glanced at me, his eyes full of unease. “Alpha, the rogues... they’re trying to breach the gates. But they’re different—stronger. It’s like they’re being controlled by something... or someone.” I felt it then—the smell. The rancid stench that had haunted my memory since Henry had been bitten. The rotting scent of the infected. I pushed through the wolves, my eyes narrowing as the smell grew stronger, more overwhelming.

Alpha Conner asks me, and, in all honesty, I had no clue what the hell we were going to do, as the scene in front of us looked like everyone had gone mad. I then looked at Alpha Hunter and his eyes met with mine and I saw the red now glowing in them a fierce red and knew that Willow was right. Looking around I quickly tried to spot her or Luna Rayne and neither of them were there from what I could see. While I was scanning the area, I noticed the Hybrids and then turned to Alpha Conner and said, “Call your men back. Alpha Hunter is infected, and he will just feed from them.” Alpha Conner stepped forward and gave out a growl and all his men began to retreat from the area while his Beta came r

He put his palms together and chanted the words he knew would bring the goddess, shouting her name at this time of the night would not do him any good he didn’t want any unnecessary attention neither did he want the goddess blasting him with her powers against the wall again. As he chanted he felt a warmth in his chest, no cold or hot air blew, just a warmth that turned hotter in his chest and the more he chanted the more his heat increased until his heart felt like it was going to burst through his chest. He stopped chanting and gasped, holding his chest in his hands as his breath came out heavy and thick. He tried to move his lips to continue with the chant but they would not move, the ski

Muffled grunts reached her ears. Holly repeated her attacks, over and over again. Her shoulder was sore by the time the wood splintered. She didn't care. Holly kicked at the door and she managed a hole wide enough to stick her hand through where she could unlock the door handle. Famine had Eros pinned beneath him. The former cabbit was pale, a ghostly white and a black aura flowed from him and into Famine's mouth. Holly still didn't hesitate. She threw herself at the horsemen.

They looked like walking zombies. These people were those that had been infected— Cayden and his men from the Heavenly Alliance. Whew! At the scene that greeted them, all the sect superiors gulped internally. It was a terrifying sight, not unlike one you would see in hell. The most chilling thought of them all was that once infected by the centipede's poison you would lose control of your thoughts. "Senior Divine Farmer!" Chester rushed out to greet the Divine Farmer. "The venom of the Ancient Poisonous Centipede is horrifyingly destructive. Would you possibly have any ways to cure it, Senior?"

"Huh? How did you know that?" "Instinct," he replied casually. #to be continued in Chapter 21.2 - Bloody Grail

​I place my own fork down gently and fold my arms against the table, watching her and waiting patiently for her to continue when she is ready. ​"When people touch me, I feel sick." The words send the blade deeper into my chest, sending Theo howling with regret. "Not always sick... it feels horrible. Most times, it's like a switch is flipped and I can't breathe or think straight. I just fall apart. Other times, I break out in hives or I vomit. The worst times, I can't move. Not a single inch, it's like I'm completely paralyzed or something. I just hate it so much." ​My chest constricts, my eyes filling. "I'm so sor…"

Frowning, Aliyah asked, “then what do you want, what is the purpose of this gathering?” “You must understand that this meeting wasn’t planned neither was it arranged but was purely coincidental. We have come to ask you for a favor and it appears that the High chiefs have come for the same favor and now together, we want to ask you,” Damien said and it was obvious that he was trying really to stop from staring at Asher which Aliyah noticed but couldn’t make a reason out of it. “What favor?” “We need your help to heal our infected,” Malachi revealed, “we are losing more by day and if it continues at this rate, then very soon, they won’t be anyone free from the infection.”

she cried, her arms trembling but steady enough to land the blow. Althea stumbled back, her knees weak. She raised her hand again, but her energy flickered, the glow at her fingertips fading. Her chest heaved as she tried to pull strength from within but nothing came. And then, before she could react, an infected leapt at her, its teeth bared and its claws stretched forward.