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It was as if he had conjured up the dark side of her character and it was insidiously taking her over. Her skin heated, disturbing recollections of an hour past filling her conscious mind, and so real were those images that Lara could feel the touch of his hands on her flesh, feel the hot, hungry onslaught of his mouth on hers. With a trembling hand, Lara poured herself another coffee, mortified by her own lack of mental discipline. It was time she got herself back under control... but just how easy was that going to be with him calling all the shots? Perspiration dampened her eyebrow.

I cursed loudly, smashing my fist into the clouded glass and gritting my teeth when the shrapnel dug into my knuckles, tearing black gooey blood from the skin and making me suck in a large breath. It felt like the dark descendant was always two steps ahead of me! I couldn't catch a fucking break no matter how hard I tried to! “I have to get the destiny stone somehow,” I whispered to myself, clenching my hand into a fist that shook slightly in my vision. There was only one way to get the destiny stone as it stood now, through the olive-skinned maiden. Raya fucking Banks.

"Dammit!" "My thoughts." "You know the situation now. How soon can you arrange the runes for me?" "I will fax them by tomorrow" "Can it unlock all those cages?" "Oh ya... after I tweak it, it can unlock more than a thousand. In fact, it can unlock any supernatural bounded by the runes" "Thanks, Brenda" "Don't thank me. I'm just a desk clerk. You are the one who is going to the battle" "Boy, do I know that" "Rip their throats for me Willow"

Zadicus called, sharing the reason why exactly he used this ancient sword. “What…?” Katastrofi was taken aback as no human was able to withstand this spell before. “You can’t use this, you will die.” Katastrofi informed Zadicus but he was determined and began to cast the name of twelve relics. “Darkened Vision.” He opened the first gate, and an obsidian appeared on top of him, representing the first relic. “No..” Katastrofi moved back but Zadicus began to attack him with double force he was using before and Katastrofi countered it easily for now.

“All I want is to find out who I really am. I… I don’t want to lose myself.” “You won’t,” she said. “Since everyone wants to play games with me…” I exhaled slowly, “I’ll show them who the best player is. Vengeance is what I need.” “Then embrace me.” I took a deep breath and exhaled sharply. “I’m ready.” The air shifted. The void took shape around me, becoming something ancient. There, I let the darkness creep into my body. I gasped as fire surged through my vision. My bones cracked and stretched. Claws erupted from beneath my skin—

“This can’t be happening!” The darkness swirls faster, convulsing, as though it’s alive, desperate to regain its hold. But I won’t let it. I focus, drawing all the power I’ve been gathering—the ancient knowledge, the strength of my bloodline—and I push harder. A blinding light erupts from within me, so bright it scorches the edges of my vision. I hear Donovan scream, his voice filled with a primal terror that sends chills down my spine. But I won't stop. I keep pushing, driving the darkness back, deeper and deeper until, finally, there’s nothing left but silence.

Think about what you need. Huh? What do I need? Uh, my father? I don't know. Why can't you just tell me your idea? You know that I hate riddles. You need a master, my lady. You need someone who can help you fully awaken that ability of yours, so that you'd know how to manipulate it like it's part of your well being. But where can I get a teacher? I don't think I know anyone. I know one. Who? His Highness.

On that occasion a group hired by the fucking gangsters tried to take my head to their boss, unfortunately for them we knew about the operation so they did not achieve their goal but there were casualties and injuries, including Max. After that little attempt, both the mob boss and everyone involved in the plan to assassinate me woke up with a fucking bullet in the head, courtesy of me and Claus. In this world, in my world you earn respect in many ways, I have built it in many unusual ways, the organization I lead is not even a shadow of what it used to be when I took over it. I have only been the head of Darkness for 8 years and I must say that although it was hard for me to get here, I won

I said, my voice cutting through the tension like a blade. The Dhampir didn’t move. “Take down the floodlights. Then we’ll let him know you’re here.” A line in the sand. Others emerged behind him, more Dhampirs, faces blank, hands loose by their sides. Trained. Disciplined. Waiting. I scanned the line. Then gave the signal. The wolves stepped back and lowered the lights, but not for long. The remotes were still in hand. And when the moment came, I’d blind them all. Burn them where they stood.

“With this technique I’ll be teaching you, you don’t push anything in. You pull the darkness out.” A soft and steady glow began to form around his fingers. His technique…it was so controlled, like he had done this a thousand times. He must’ve worked on it for years. It looked incredible. He was incredible, and he was Aelius’s apprentice. “You locate, concentrate, and pull out the darkness using only your fingers. That’s where your strength comes from,” he said, his brows furrowing with focus. “If you use any other source, if you rush, the darkness will fight back. It wants to survive…it always does.”