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My voice broke with panic, my hands scrambling for my blade. “Quick, Eren, torches—now!” Aziz barked. Flint scratched. A torch flared, then another. Uncle Eren shoved one into a wall sconce, the flames casting long, jittering shadows. Then it happened. Our hellblades began to glow. A red pulse, faint at first, then stronger, like a heartbeat shared between them all. The glow shimmered across the stone, reflecting in our eyes. My throat tightened. “Why is it glowing already, I don’t see anything?”

The sound of his voice tugged at something which I had long since locked away in the deepest part of my soul. “Unfortunately, something came up and he couldn’t make it here before you arrived here like he planned to, which is why I’m here to receive you. I’ll be taking you back with me, and you’ll have to stay with me until he arrives.” He revealed, his hands in his pockets as he spoke confidently and a wave of dizziness drifted over me for a moment. What the fuck? Why are the heavens always against me? I have to stay with Dax again?

"Arielle! Arielle, wake up! It's just a dream!" I cling to him, gasping for breath. "She's alive. Helen is alive. She's more powerful than before." Victor's face goes pale. "What? That's impossible. The First bound her—" "The First is gone," I say, my voice shaking. "Helen absorbed their power. She's been waiting, biding her time. And now she's coming." Through the window, I see it. A flash of green light on the horizon, growing brighter, closer. The pack's protective barrier shatters with a sound like breaking glass.

Blood poured from his mouth and bubbled in his throat. “Please,” he begged. “Take me to Hazel.” I shook my head slowly. A small smile formed. “I’ll take you to hell.” Silence followed. His body lay still across the room. My hands dried with his blood on them. The smell spread, thick and heavy. A faint vibration cut through it. I followed the sound to a cabinet. A phone lay there. Wolves rarely used them. The mind link made them useless. Hearing carried far enough. A memory surfaced. Orion Cyrus and a school friend once used one. It never mattered much to me.

I leave it in her pocket, and I leave it under my conscience, and I understand, as I sit alone in the archive room with the smell of her soap still in the air, that in this house a gift and a test have always been the same word. I understand something else, too. The version of myself that swore the oath at Lorenzo's grave is still standing behind my shoulder, and he is watching me, and he is waiting to see what I will become. But tonight, for the first time since I came back from Buenos Aires, I am not sure which of us is the ghost. Outside the high north window, the olive groves are black. The road is still gone. Somewhere in the dark, Serafina Bellini is unfolding a map of all the doors in

My voice was calm, but my hand trembled as it found the lock. Click. I locked it. Dead. "Linnea? What are you doing?" His voice was getting ragged, dangerous. I ignored him. Instead, I pulled out my communication crystal and called Odette. "Odette. The Lord needs you. Now." "What do you mean?" "The curse. It's happening." The other end went silent. Not even a minute later, she materialized in front of me. She was faster than I expected, her face a mask of nervous excitement.

Was he in an attic? As Gabriel dragged himself up by the sink, he realised that he had no clothes on, not even his boxers. He looked in the mirror, bloody hell he looked like shit, and when had he grown a beard and a full tattooed sleeve. Fuck, this was crazy. Gabriel studied the tattoo's, there were tribal designs on his arm and along his shoulders, and along his chest were letters, he could read them in the mirror the letters were part of the swirly design. "I love you with all my heart." Gabriel frowned, this was scary, there was a picture of a man on his chest above his heart, even in the tattoo this man was good looking. Was this a joke? He turned the cold water tap on and put his mouth

She was calling me succubus, that did not mean a good thing. “I can come back later on if you need some time, Archdemoness. In the meanwhile if you need me to do something for you then I am going to. Please tell me how may I be of assistance?” I asked. “I shall tell you, Aithusa. But the smile that I saw on your face that tells me that you had something pretty substantial to tell me. And I want to hear it first. Then I shall tell you what new hell has been unleashed upon by two freaking bastards. That signature…..I am never going to forget…” said Hannabelle. Her eyes were glowing red and her skin rippled showing the original reddish tone of her demon skin.

Would she help him cleanse the darkness from his soul? With a simple nod, Bellona summoned her robes to her and withdrew a glowing silver dagger. Without hesitation she plunged it directly into Gedeon’s heart, and twisted. Gedeon convulsed and spat up blood. Bellona stood, naked, blood and semen running down her legs. She guided Gedeon’s spirit to a place humans would better understand as hell. Athena won’t tell me its name yet.

>>Nena The world started getting blurred. Like a dancing mirage. The dark magic began to consume me and I started seeing red. A stream of liquid started coming out of my eyes that was not water. AH… No wonder Quincey told me I’d never survive here. I feel like I’m being consumed. It’s like there is a furnace in my body that’s steadily heating up and it’ll keep heating up till there is nothing left of me. Till all of me is burned and not even my soul survives.