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Kurt answered, pointing at the braided red, black, and purple bracelet on her left ankle. “Okay, then this might work. I need your blood.” I nodded, grabbing his hand and cutting it without asking him. “Savage… but I get it. Just do what you need to.” Kurt nodded, wincing as he let him take his hand back. The cut, of course, healed quickly. “I need you to chant with me.” I explained, taking a handful of the herbs mixed with his blood. “De tu me ne s’en fin.” I started to chant as I made a circle on the bed where Talia was floating.

Ogden had been caught in a predicament before he chose to turn his disciple’s corpse into a cursed doll. He did not know how to make puppets, or he would not have to resort to this. “You know how to make puppets?” Kayson nodded. “Not the best, but it shouldn’t be a problem to just make a puppet that’s the peak grandmaster level. “Of course, it’ll need a lot of high-quality materials, or it’ll be too fragile. Even if its attacking power is decent, its defense won’t be adequate.”

“Talia?” Talia stepped in, smudged fingers tucked into her belt. She smelled faintly of singed herbs; sometime in the grey hour she’d clearly been working. “I’ve woven three things we can actually carry without looking like we’re draped in charms,” she said. She tapped three small bundles on the rock—twisted cloth, each embroidered with a crooked hook. “First, these,” she said. “Ugly little ghosts. If someone tries to draw a circle under them, they’ll eat the shape from the inside out. It’ll look right, but the power will bleed sideways. Wrong colors, wrong feel. It won’t hold.”

I worry about all of these things, probably too much. Taking care not to turn on any lights, I grab one of my t-shirts and slip off her dress and bra, admiring her beautiful body briefly before sliding my t-shirt over her. Kalen laughs, “wow, she really is tired”. When I set her down in the bed, she refuses to let go of my shirt. So I slide off my pants, button up shirt and socks and just climb into bed. My OCD is a little anxious about the no brushing of the teeth but my mate was not going to let go of me so I’ll let it slide tonight. Pulling my beautiful mate into me, I instantly pass out.

I want to show you the game from another perspective. Talia (online) — I didn’t need any of that, really. Mr. X (online) — Talia, just relax, okay? Turn off the automatic mode of your avatar and forget everything around you. Just read my words and do what I tell you. I do what he asked, turn off the automatic and relax facing the dialogue screen. Mr. X is typing… ***

“Not in the way you mean. They cannot produce babies, but they make other vampires and consider them their children.” “How are they made?” I asked. “That is knowledge only the vampires have. For as long as I have been with Talon, I have not discovered how it is done.” “Could Talon turn me into a vampire?” Horror filled Ode’s expression and he growled. “I do not know, my lady, but if he ever tries, you must stop him. I have heard it must be done with free will. I do not know if that is true, but I believe it is. You must never allow it.”

“The only way in the world we quicken the process of your acquaintance with your wolf, is if I go into your mind and meet your wolf. Force feed it knowledge of whom to hurt and whom not to. Taylor, this is a very painful process and your wolf might fight back. Even if I succeed, your wolf can only stay away from those I’ve shown it. If any new person comes, friend or foe, it will kill him.” “At this point, we don’t have much of an option do we. We better start now.” I rose. “lets find somewhere private. I don’t need anyone learning about this. No one should know I’m not ready for tonight. It will weaken their spirit.” “Very well.” Oscala readily agreed. He turned away from me for a moment, g

I narrowed my eyes. I saw it before with Avery. I would ask her later about it. I pulled down the curtains on the window and walked towards the circle that I made with chalk. It was inside the Forbidden room. I did not want anyone to interfere with the process. The circle was divided into six parts, each part holding the symbol of the original demons who built the Underworld. I closed my eyes and chanted the prayer that Asphalt had taught me. When I opened my eyes, an orange glow, more like molten lava, ran over the chalk lines until it had covered the whole circle.

Celeste: “Tempting, but the quarry already has dibs on tonight for Atlantean 101. No room for a shoe funeral.” Seras leans between the seats. Seras: “New rule: the new pair has to be even louder than the old ones.” Kayo holds up her phone. Kayo: “I found a customizer online who’ll dye them any color and embroider whatever you want. My vote: black with tiny glowing tridents that only show up underwater.” I grin. Celeste: “Sold.” We spend an hour picking the exact shade (deep storm-cloud purple with a faint shimmer that shifts to ocean teal when the light hits it).

My memories of how I had crossed it to get away from Orian coming back to me as I picked at the sand with a twig I had broken off the low branch of a tree. I got to drawing on the sand with the twig, carving Orian's full name with the nicknames I had for him first before drawing a heart and Cupid's arrow in it and then setting to carve out my names beneath it and I tried to spell his nickname for me in his language which he still hadn't told me the meaning before writing a together forever beneath the drawings and adding kissy faces of a male and female caricature. You are so cringe, Cora rolled her eyes at my antics, add love signs at the top of his name, and put in extra for me... please.