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I cannot sum up the strength to ask any questions so I remain silent admidst the quiet rumble of the plane's engines and his thoughtful gaze. In that moment, I make another vow. I will be back. And I will kill that Russian Enforcer with my bare hands. I will wreck havoc on all he held dear. I feel my soul shed its colour.I feel it become blacker as the plane gains altitude.I feel it harden like steel, until I have to fist my hands over my chest to dull the ache. My name is Luca Blackstone going forth. And God so help anyone with negative affiliations with the Russian mafia that crosses my path. Death is a small mercy they would always beg for.

"Just coffee. Nothing to do with what you walked in on." "That's exactly what I'm telling him." Carmen forced her voice steady. "What you did. How you're destroying her." Landon laughed. Actually laughed. "Destroying her?" He looked up. "That what you think this is?" "What else would it be?" "Doesn't matter." Landon's fingers moved across his phone screen. "Because you're not telling Noah anything." "Why would I listen to you?" Carmen's voice rose. "You already threatened me. Tried to blackmail me. I'm not scared."

"Lucious Blackthorne, son of Kieran and Raven, I call to your true nature. The darkness they forced upon you has no claim on your soul." Pain shot through my hands as the marks beneath them began to react, not burning exactly, but pulsing with a dark energy that pushed against Diamond's light. Through our connection, I felt Lucious's agony as the conflicting forces battled within him. "Stay with me, brother," I urged, pressing harder against the marks as Diamond surged forward. The silver light intensified, spreading from my hands to encompass Lucious's entire torso. The scar pattern began to shift beneath my touch, not disappearing, but somehow changing, the dark energy within them transmut

Luther was fire—quick to explode, fiercely protective, but also the first to cry with emotion when he saw the children sleeping. Noah sat on the floor, leaning against my other leg, reading an old book. The healer. The peacemaker. He was the one who mediated arguments, who brought reason when Luther wanted blood or Zedekiah wanted pain. His blue eyes were soft, but his loyalty was steel. Lohan was sprawled on the other sofa, twirling a small knife between his fingers with casual skill. The joker. The one who lightened tension with jokes or teasing. But beneath the lighthearted facade was fierce loyalty—he had taken a bullet for me without hesitation.

Yasmin trailed off when she saw the look on Carmen's face, “You… Don't tell me that Nyx is… Which one of them? Which one of the Lombardi's are backing Nyx up?” “To be exact, it's Alden Black Lombardi, the heir to the Lombardi Clan. The Red Eyed Demon.” Yasmin’s breath hitched, her body tensing at the name. A slow, incredulous smile spread across her lips, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. Alden Black Lombardi. The very mention of him was enough to send chills down the spine of even the most fearless individuals. Ruthless. Unforgiving. And now, he was backing Nyx?

He should recognize that as a call for one one-on-one battle, werewolf to werewolf. Will he be man enough to face me without his men or charades? I hope he isn't a coward because that is the only way Noah Lombardo will die on this hill. Otherwise, I will have to go into hiding for a while till I can raise an army again and find out what it was that was used to defeat them. I felt a swift breeze on my back and I turned around to see a huge black Thylacine behind me.

Enzo gave a bitter laugh from the chair. “You both still don’t understand how bad this is.” Lorenzo snapped his head toward him instantly. “Then make me understand.” Enzo swallowed hard. His face looked pale beneath the dim cabin light. “You think the Black Claws are the real enemy?” he asked hoarsely. “They’re just hired wolves. Mercenaries. Disposable mutts working for people far more powerful.” A dangerous silence settled across the cabin. Lorenzo’s crimson eyes narrowed. “Who.” Enzo hesitated.

Hayden exclaimed. "Mate, we could die of starvation if he eats up all our food," Daniel argued. "Think sensibly, Daniel. Stop acting recklessly and regret it later," Hayden muttered. "I think Hayden's right, Daniel. Even though you—" Hayden looked at me sharply, as if not letting me finish my sentence. I had no idea why Hayden cut me off. Did nobody here know that Daniel was a Black Panther shifter, except for me and Hayden? GROWLS! GROWLS!

Larry smiles and says, “he is with me." “Listen to this clown,” says Rat to the others, “his no number, nothing.” Larry has his prison clothes on and no tattoos showing. But this 28 can somehow sense something dark about him. Suddenly Larry grabs Rat by the neck and pushes him to the wall, taking off his top, “I stand protected on the ground of Lucifer. If your men try attacking me, I will make sure your lives become more miserable here. This guy, leave him alone he is under Lucifer’s protection,” Larry says as he stabs the plastic fork into Rat's eye. He then lifts him higher against the wall and throws him hard onto the ground as he turns around to look at the 28s. He looks over at the oth

His eyes were filled with irritation, and he was just about to snap at whoever had summoned them so rudely. But the moment both of them looked up and saw Landon standing beside Aria's bed, everything changed. The anger in Blanc's expression froze, while the hostility in Noir's eyes went still. The wrath around them disappeared almost immediately, and they even started breathing softly. Their earlier anger and arrogance disappeared without a trace, replaced by a respectful and fearful look. Blanc and Noir had carried out their duties in Netherrealm for thousands of years. They had met Hades, Vexon, and countless arcane seekers. Yet, they understood clearly that Landon was a presence that stoo