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I want him to taste my wrath, to let him feel my overflowing thirst for vengeance. I stood and uttered an oath of lividity. Glowing fire surrounded me. I closed my eyes and started to mutter the forbidden enchantment I’ve learned. I know that this power formation would consume a big amount of my energy and could kill me, but I don’t care anymore. I don’t care if this hall would be my graveyard as long as I drag Ren Lancaster in hell. “Mea vita pro morte sua… Mea vita pro morte sua…” I uttered again and again, my hand parallel to each other, and on its center is the formed symbol of death on fire.

When he sat back down, he switched on the desk lamp and blew out the candles. “I found something very interesting,” he said, picking up a thick leather-bound manuscript from the far corner of his desk. “In here.” He opened the book and thumbed through the pages. “This is one of the most comprehensive volumes about vampires I've ever found. It has a large chapter on grafhym.” Leesa watched him anxiously, wondering what he had found that concerned her mom. They had already decided her mom might actually have encountered a one-fanged vampire—perhaps Professor Clerval had discovered something that proved it. But what she heard next was even better.

Because as soon as Javier hears who I am, he’ll want to finish what he started - the end of the Hayes bloodline. My heart beat now matches my legs, trotting down the hallways as fast as I can. Into my room. Gathering my things. I take only what is necessary - anything that can fit in a duffel bag, because I know I would need to run. Fuck the rest. But the more I move…the more subtle I try to be…the more lost I am. The house is big. But beyond this overwhelming main building, there are others. I haven’t been here long enough to know of other exits, and it makes sneaking around futile.

The ancient walls seemed to protect her slumber, and the flickering candles cast dancing shadows on the ceiling, whispering secrets beyond comprehension. But this tranquility didn't last long. Suddenly, the air in the room shifted, as if something unseen had passed through it. The curtain at the window trembled despite the stillness of the night, and then Hadhraq emerged from the darkness, standing beside the bed—imposing, like a shadow born from an old nightmare. He stood silently for a moment, staring at her face with an unsettling intensity. His eyes glowed with a pale, jabberish light, and a small smile played on his lips—one devoid of warmth, bound together with both mystery and menace.

If only it was too easy to concentrate on her work and stop remembering things. Finally the son of a god had found out that he also needed a goddess to feel himself completed. The Son of Hades was finally a God. He had found his queen, his master mind, his last piece, his soul mate, and his goddess. And he was going to put her under his rules, of course, not before she put him under hers.

Somewhere inside Lex’s mind, there was a click of a lock. Lex jerked on his chair, startling the brooding Byron. “Quick,” He said. “Find all you can on Hades.” Byron opened G****e. And input the keywords: HADES. “Done. If I may ask, what – ” “No, no, no. Cancel the search.” Byron was flabbergasted. He stopped the search. He watched Lex whose gaze was fixed on the pictures before him. He was an astonished look on his face.

“And you will be. You have signed your own death warrant. You have threatened my family. You have threatened my wife. You have threatened my child. And for that… you will pay the ultimate price.” Gregory’s eyes went wide with a flash of raw, animalistic fear. He lunged for his gun, his movements a desperate, clumsy blur. But before his hand could even reach the weapon, Hades moved. He was a force of nature. He was a force of vengeance. He was a god of war. He was on Gregory in an instant, a flash of motion in the dimly lit room. He took Gregory by the throat, slamming him back against the wall. The gun clattered to the floor. “You have been a disease for too long,” Hades growled, his voice a

Its cover bore a sigil she recognized from his ring a crescent moon entwined with a wolf’s head. She nodded obediently, but curiosity clawed at her like an itch under the skin. When he left the room, she stared at the red book until the shadows grew long. Then, unable to resist, she touched the cover. The leather pulsed beneath her fingers alive. The latch came undone with a soft click. Inside, the pages were filled with hand-drawn diagrams of moons, human anatomy, and wolves mid-shift bones cracking, bodies half-transformed. Beneath one sketch was a name scrawled in ink:

He found Alanna sitting up in the bed and reading a book. Alanna looked up at the noise, meeting his gaze. Silently, Hades approached the bedside and took the book from her. "You shouldn't be reading. Focus on resting for now." "Okay," said Alanna after a short pause. Her voice was extremely indifferent, still conveying that detachment. Hades looked at her for a moment but chose not to say anything. Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt and headed into the bathroom with his sleepwear. After washing up, he went to the study.

Hades lifted me up from the ground and I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist. “are there any more places to show?” I asked in a curious tone. Hades smirked, his eyes darkening as he heard my words. “You have seen the whole house, and now, it’s time for the most important part,” he said. “And what would that be?” I teased, smiling slyly at him. “The christening of the house, your screams has got to echo through these walls,” Hades said. “And if I refuse,” I teased. “well” Hades muttered, bumping his hard member against my throbbing core.