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A loop of smile form on my face as I see my reflection on it. I grab the katana in front of me, I raise it above my head and plunge it into Fire's chest. I thrust it hard and twist it roughly until he spits blood through his mouth, then I pull the katana from his chest. He groaned as his last breath left him. Still, not yet satisfied, I plunge the blade straight back to his chest again. His lifeless body jerk up and down as I did it over and over till I’m contented.

She glanced at Ryker—his obsidian armor gleamed, the crescent moon pendant on his chest catching the light. Callista held out a ceremonial dagger, its blade forged from meteorite steel and inlaid with silver. “First, you must make the Offering of Blood.” Ryker stepped forward. “I... ” He hesitated, eyes flicking to Selene. She reached for the dagger, drawing it across her palm. Crimson welled up. The sensation was sharp, intimate, the sting a reminder of the mortal vessel she inhabited. She pressed her bleeding hand to the dais, the runes flaring with life.

I take the clothes from her, “I will wear it since master has picked it out for me” “Good” a mocking smile is hovering across her face, then she turns and walks away. “There is a small river at the back of the prison, you will go there and take a shower. I will be waiting for you here and you have only twenty minutes. Do you hear me?” Katana announce. “Yes” everyone responds and made to move but she halted us again. “Don’t think you can escape if you go yo the river, our men are everywhere. Do’s just do your thing quickly and come back here”

Her lack of regret for all the horrid things she'd done infuriated me further, so I leaned down close to her face, the metallic scent of her blood thick and strong, and whispered, "I will make it as slow and painful as I can. And the entire time, I want you to think about all the reasons you're going to hell." Then, in a slow, calculated fashion, I grew out each of my claws, the red haze returning, and slit River's throat like she had the young couple, smiling as the gash left a deep red smile on her neck. She choked on her own blood as it bubbled up out of her mouth, running down her chin in thin crimson lines, and finally, as I experienced in so many fantasies, the life in River's eyes sl

The long black blade katana reflects the light of the silver moon shone over the open window. A teenage girl in a dark thick cloak, face covered in a black metal mask, and obsidian eyes were ghastly gleaming while staring down at the body of the married couple bathed in their own blood. The fresh red bodily fluid was drastically spurting out on their throat and sliced body.

I held my right hand up, and let silver veins beneath my skin pulse with a sudden light. "Look at me" I said, my voice cutting through the damp woods like a scalpel. The three northern wolves froze. The amber glow in their eyes flickered as they looked at the silver light pulsing in my neck, then down at the heavy silver tactical knife clutched in my right hand. The cold authority in my tone made Torin step back, his growl died in his throat. "My name is Calista Rivers" I said, stepping closer to them, and ignoring the white-hot agony screaming in my broken shoulder.

Each step left a faint glowing trail, like a bleeding wound on earth. From the eastern horizon, red smoke pillars rose — Alaric had begun the ritual. The sky shuddered. The moon shattered into thousands of shards. Lucien knelt, clutching a fragment of Blood Shadow, blood streaming. “Evelyn…” He whispered. “If this is our final oath, my blood will pay for this sin.” Evelyn, amid ash, looked to the red sky. The seal needed one thing — a sacrificial soul able to guide blood back to its source. She knew: if completed, no return.

he shouts, his voice sharp and commanding. I drop to the ground, my heart racing as I watch the chaos unfold before me. River and the warrior grapple with the attacker, their movements fluid and powerful, but my eyes widen in horror as I see the knife slice through the air again. It catches River’s arm, a deep cut blooming in crimson against his skin. “No!” I scream, panic surging through me. I want to rush to him, but Kellan’s presence keeps me rooted to the spot. They manage to subdue the attacker, pinning him to the ground, but I can see the strain on River’s face. Aiden’s face is set in determination, blood dripping from a cut on his forehead, and my heart breaks at the sight.

The timing couldn't be coincidence. "I may need your blood for this ritual... I'm sorry," Matif said respectfully, offering her a ceremonial blade from his pouch. Without hesitation, Anastasia took the blade, looked at Kael, and made a shallow cut. Her blood trickled into a golden bowl, the wound closing quickly but leaving a dull, lingering pain in her bones.

His touch was again warm. “What the hell?” He yelled. “I—the forest is scary.” I stuttered. “Learn how to walk!” He gruffly said and let me go. “And stay away from me.” Kent sped walked the rest of the way, and I tried keeping up. Till finally, the trees became thinner, and plain grassy land came into view. We didn’t walk far before we ran into the river. “I usually transform to get through the river, we are going to have to walk on the mountains to the right here—that’s going to add another two hours.” Kent exhaled. He sounded exhausted. Ditto buddy!