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Kaelynn asked, her voice trembling with fear; it pains me to see her like this. "He is not yet a full vampire, nor is he pure blood. He's a dhampir," Daryl said, and Kaelynn looked relieved, and I saw her grip her hand tighter. "Make your choice, Kaelynn. We won't kill you, it just depends on you if you can last longer here," Daryl said, and Kaelyn stood up and wiped her tears. "I know I'm just your maid here, but as your maid, I request that you let me handle all cleaning and other housekeeping chores here so that those women you killed can have peace and rest," she said before breaking down in tears and kneeling.

Killian mumbled, his jaw tensed. "Vampire."

I teared up as another set of painful contractions threatened to make appearance again. “Hold on to daddy tight, princess,” Dad Talon instructed. “We are going to speed up,” he said before using his vampire speed. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The room fell eerily still. Then Lila's eyes rolled back. Her mouth opened—and a voice not her own came through. "He is coming." The room darkened, shadows stretching unnaturally. I gripped her hands tighter. "Who?" I asked. "Who's coming?" "Born from rot. Fed by light. Carved in blood and bone. The Vorrak walks." Zordon's breath caught. "What the hell is a Vorrak?" I already knew. The name vibrated through my spine like a curse. Lila's hands jerked in mine as the spirit surged again.

By month three, weakness crept into the older members of that group; at nearly the same instant, those charges shot up forty points. That autumn - when Mom started spitting dark clots, and Dad could no longer shift into fur - the power meters at Vareth hit their highest point. Instead of factories humming or roads rising, they funneled raw current skyward. Fired through orbit straight to one place: Valerian Valley. My breath stalled. "Leon." Out of nowhere, the archive room's door slipped aside. My breath caught. The screen clicked dark as I spun toward the sound - useless now. There he stood, framed by the entrance, height alone making the space feel smaller.

You called that man father. "Ka'vel ran sora vel'thaan drae," Vaelor said. He raised me. "KA'VEL RAN SORA — VEL'THAAN DRAE!" The Zevhari tore out of her at full force, the lower-clan vowels cracking open in the corridor, two centuries of compression detonating in four words. He stole you.

“So we can growl it while we fill you. Stretch you. Knot you. Make you forget anyone ever hurt you.” Her lips trembled. Fresh tears welled. But her body arched—just a fraction—toward my voice, toward Lorenzo’s hands, toward Valentino’s heat. She swallowed hard, voice barely a whisper. “Vel… Veleria.” Lorenzo’s gold eyes flashed with dark delight. “Veleria,” he repeated, tasting it like wine. His fingers hooked under her dress hem, pushing it up inch by slow inch. “Beautiful name for our beautiful mate.”

Chapter 7️⃣9️⃣ ❤️ The Shadow God Return (2) ❤️ "I told you very clearly that we should walk slowly to the throne room, but you completely ignored me and ran here as fast as you could," Vyrelen said to Erezhul in that strange ancient language that nobody else in the room could possibly understand. "If you had only listened to me, she would already be dead by now and we would not have to deal with any of this."

Zen's voice resounded like a roar, drawing ripples of cheers from the crowd. Sean's instincts sharpened. The tenor of his voice didn't settle well with him. Zen began, "“Varkûr tel’kash. Drak’hûl thel’vyr, shal’dor nyth uraak. Yel’thar usha, or thul’kôr shiv’na!” (And this is going to be our first step. Annihilate the werewolves and send a clear message to every realm. cooperate or die." Violet's eyes widened in horror.

Just as I was about to completely knock out, a cold finger tapped my forehead. “Sleepyhead,” Jason whispered next to me, that irritating smirk already forming as he flicked air right into my eyes. “Shit...Jason!” I jerked back, blinking fast and slapping his hand away. “This is not the time for your tricks.” He only leaned back, all smug and pleased with himself like he’d done me a favor. I was still glaring at him when Melinda’s voice suddenly dropped, changing tone. “…and now we come to a rare species, almost erased from history. The Velari.”