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even was. It told me: [Conditions unmet. Mission will initiate upon sufficient capability and target reacquisition. Program will remain active until completion.] Because it had no emotions, it gave me books—endless books—to study. I crouched in front of her, the hatred in my eyes no longer hidden. "I wanted you dead. How could I ever fall in love with you?" With that, I got on my bike and sped off. The private investigator, Callum Vance, whom I hired also sent me good news.

“Just end it.” “You don’t have to tell me twice.” Without hesitation, I drive the second piece of the staff into his chest, using both fractured shafts to leverage his torso open. I expose his heart and tear it completely out of his chest, gripping it tight. Lotus’s eyes instantly go lifeless, his flesh turning a stark, chalky white, but his detached heart still beats violently against my palm. I stand up slowly, feeling the weight of a thousand eyes on me. I hurl the heart to the floor and crush it beneath my heel.

He activated the crimson circle. The giant Blood Mirror above me glowed. A dark red beam pierced my veins. Agony shot through me like a million silver needles. It was pulling out my memories. The Crimson Trial drains a vampire's blood to project their past. It shreds the soul. It feels like burning under the noon sun. It is the cruelest punishment for traitors. I felt the mirror sucking my life away. But I didn't fight it. Instead, I felt a weird, perfect peace.

The grip in her hand became even stronger, almost choking Zitrey. She suddenly let go of it and reached Zitrey's face. Her touch was cold as freezing ice. "Crimson Blade see these hands? These tiny hands, killed lots of people. You can't!... You can't have a special person in your heart. We're corrupted. We're a sinner. If you let those foolish emotions consumed you, it will destroy you and our plan. You can't have them. You knew if they get closer to you. They will die. Never forget that..." The surrounding suddenly became hot, and her old self, step back away from her. Standing beside the child in dark blue cloak which was now menacingly smiling at her.

"Amara is unique, King Badan. I believe she is a hybrid—half wolf or lycan, mixed with witch's blood. If my suspicions are correct, she is the last descendant of the Crimson pack, making her royalty. It seems that she was bound as a baby to hide the immense power she holds within, and her counterpart was bound to never surface." My father listens intently, his eyes narrowing as he processes this information. Thalia continues, "There is a ritual that can be performed to unbind Amara, but it is crucial that she is strong enough to endure it. The ritual must take place during a blood moon to ensure its success." sits back, My father’s expression thoughtful. "And you believe she is ready for thi

I just set everything aside. Yes, it's agreed that I'm mad at him. If there's this one person, I can murder without being persecuted by the justice system, then it's going to be him. I want him destroyed; we all want him destroyed but then, in a quick swerve, something silent but deadly consciousness swept over me. I just realized that maybe the best way to destroy him is really to break his heart to thousands of pieces where he can't even put all of the pieces back together. It's to my best knowledge that every heart is delicate, and we just have our unique ways of building a wall or molding a shield to protect it from any terrorist and toxicity. I'm not planning to destroy that wall becaus

The brand glows red in the fire, waiting. Tears already burning my eyes. He walks around the bed slow. His eyes never leave me. “Tonight you stop being Volkov,” he says. His voice is calm and cruel. “Tonight you wear my name on your skin forever. Inside your thigh. Where only I will see. Where only I will touch.” I shake my head hard. “No. Please. No.” My voice cracks. As my tears fall hot. He pulls the iron from the fire. The wolf crest glows bright red. He kneels between my open legs. The heat reaches my skin before the metal does. He brings it close, I smell hot iron so I scream before it touches.

"He brought mercenaries into my city. Stay behind me, Victoria. We burn them here." The heavy reinforced doors shuddered violently under the sudden force of a breacher charge, blowing sparks wildly across the floor as the syndicate made their desperate move.

I didn't pierce his heart; I grabbed the very core of his ancient, dark magic. ​"You will not die tonight, King of Leeches," I whispered, leaning in so my glowing face was inches from his terrified black eyes. "I am going to leave you alive so you can scurry back into the dark and tell the rest of your Court what awaits them if they ever step foot in the North again." ​I tightened my grip, channeling the violet fire directly into his magical core. ​The Crimson King screamed—a high, piercing, agonizing shriek that shattered the remaining glass in the Keep's windows. I systematically burned away his ancestral magic, stripping the god of the vampires down to a weak, pathetic husk.

The headlines hit the corporate stage like a series of brutal, devastating explosions. “Crimson Foundation Plummets… Again!” The media coverage was absolutely brutal. Graphs and stock charts showed Crimson’s company value dropping in a horrific, straight vertical line. Across the city, Alpha Crimson was just finding out the hard way that I had deep, invisible strings to play, even when we were completely separated and standing on opposite sides of a war. He had thought he could threaten me at the council meeting because of his physical warriors, but he had entirely forgotten that I could destroy his life with a single phone call from my desk.