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"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

“You have been altered by my blood just as my mother was altered by the blood of my vampire father, Dugal.” “Altered?” I mused aloud. He went on to explain, “You will find that your senses are sharper, your endurance is greater, and your body is stronger than it has ever been before. You have what some consider superhuman qualities.” “So, are they going to make a comic book of me now?” I was shocked by my sarcasm. It seemed my personality had been altered as well; and not for the better. I didn’t like it and I wasn’t about to allow it to take hold. “I’m sorry, Nevi,” I interjected. “I know you had my best interest at heart when you gave me your blood. I just don’t know what’s gotten into me.

The drumming grew louder. It wasn't a drum made of wood and skin; it was the sound of iron paws hitting stone. ​"Kael, what is that?" Seraphina asked, her voice shaking as she climbed out of the massive bed. Her legs felt like jelly, but the adrenaline was starting to kick in. ​"The Shadow-Hounds," Kael said, his face pale. He moved to the door and pressed his ear against the metal. "They aren't animals. They are creatures made of hunger and smoke. They can smell the magic in your blood, even through the void-iron walls."

The creature approaches me and then lies down in front of me. Stepping toward the large hound I reach out placing my hand on the nose of the creature. The dog closes their eyes as a strong presence fills me. I gasp as the dog begins to disappear, slowly begging absorbed through my fingertips. My breath picks up as my lungs begin to burn. I sink to the ground gasping for air.

What a cruel joke that twins would be destined to save the world. Liam launched toward the twins first. He did not aim to rescue them, not with the black chains lashing around his wrists and the venom flooding his veins. The slayer within him surged to the surface, uncoiling with a speed and clarity that was almost beautiful—if anything forged for murder could be called beautiful. He reached Bella in three steps, tackling her and shielding her from the next blast of the shadow dragon’s wrath. The impact tore open his own wound again, flooding the floor with blood, but he didn’t flinch, his eyes fixed on his target: the Queen, who had not moved from her stone-cold position beside the altar.

He chuckled with amusement, playfully pulling on the thing’s ears as though he were considering ripping it off as she shrieked louder, looking at everything but the ugly beast’s face. I shrugged, smiling a smile full of teeth instead. “A little hate’s good for the munchiket Gobar,” I drawled, turning to face the rest of the gang as they finished off more of the screaming villagers and set fire to their homes. “It's really happening, the awakening,” Gobar gloated, looking up at the thick fumes of grey smoke that rose high enough in the clear sky that it was sure to be spotted by the Stone Castle guards. “Come on, let's get out of here!” The dark descendant rumbled, leaping up the walls at inc

Roe gulped in slight fear with her moth agape. The pain in my side subsided and became tolerable. Holding the tree as leverage, I slowly stood up and they both took a step back. That was almost humorous, watching the person who first wounded me, now backing off in fear. "I am a werewolf from Zyrenia." I stood to my full height. "Now, what were you saying about your Elf queen?"

With each step Chelsea heard the sloshing sounds of their boots against the wet ground , just ahead of them they could hear sounds of scampering and loud yells for help . They exchanged worried glances with each other and rushed in the direction of the voice . A little far away in a small opening , Lord Leopold Garcia was leaning against a tree , with a look of extreme terror on his face. He was surrounded by what Chelsea thought were goblins in loincloth at least they looked like Goblins - their skin was bottle green , they were stretching their long elongated fingers as if considering whether or not to put them around Lord Garcia 's throat and silence him altogether . Some of them were sni

Mike asked. "Tink find dirty book," the goblin whispered. Picking it up, she opened the pages and turned it around. In stunning detail was an image of a werewolf, his monstrous member dangling between his legs as he jerked his load into the hungry mouth of a pair of women on the ground beneath him.

“Go on.” “There is a plantation there but its just a front…” The goblin lets out a cough from his lungs. A huff that would have spewed blood if the wounds on his body were still present on his form. His own body betrays him and acts like it still has those wounds even though there isn’t any physical evidence of such. The spell that Garth uses is one that is implemented in the body but never restores the mind from past experiences. In essence, even though there is no wounds on his small body, he still felt the phantom pains that those engravings once created. Garth’s large hand slips grips the creature's throat nice and hard. The sensation of the leather gloves that he wore reaps through the