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How cruel. "My name is Dracula, the Lycan prince, as you all must already know. At this point, I want everyone here to listen very carefully because I won't repeat a single letter the second time, and no disobedience to my order will be tolerated!" The Lycan began after he had gone silent since his punch me. I would have thought the silence was a sign of remorse if I hadn't seen how crude and menacing his face and eyes were. His voice was equally sounding like thunder and possessed a strong, heart-clenching aura that froze everyone to a spot.

She just looked at him, but did not reply. Walking over to the nearest chair, she sat down and a sudden humming enveloped her. She shifted into her snake form but was not attacking anyone. I knew she was meditating and divining, looking through space and time and secret veils to get her answers. Humming became louder, and a red sparkly mist started falling on her. She gasped but allowed it to continue. I watched her in awe – she had incredible control. Her eyes were closed, and she looked as if she were sleeping, her body moving gently the only sign she was awake. When she opened her eyes again, they were blood red. “The Tribrid is bound to the Spieta line, by blood and oath. Those who you m

He stood, horrified, as he watched her coloring go waxen as the blood was slowly drained from her body. When Gyozo finally pulled her arm away from his mouth, the servant rushed forward with the large golden chalice and placed it below her wrist to catch the blood that was flowing steadily from the wounds his powerful fangs had made. Seth followed suit only seconds later, with another servant rushing in with a duplicate chalice.

“I, for one, cannot wait for this year’s Trials. Some of the challenges I thought of all by myself. And I’m eager to watch it play out.” Rhys scanned the crowd, his grin widening as the air suddenly grew stiff. Toby couldn’t help but be impressed. The Gold heir had a knack for producing such a sinister vibe that emanated whenever he willed it. “From this point forward, I, the great Rhys Gold, and my associates Toby Irons, Arthur Leadquist, and Maddox McCopper will now be known as your Metallic Lords. Or Lord for shorts, we’ll give you that preference.

***Author's Note: Please read books 1-4 before reading this book or else you'll be extremely lost. You will not be able to read this as a stand-alone. Books are as follows: Book 1: P.S You're My Mate Book 2: She's My Mate Book 3: I'm His Mate Book 4: His Warm-Blooded Mate Please remember to leave a review, vote with your diamonds, and comment! _________________________________________ SYLVAIN

He sure didn't look pleased with how dismissive I treated his sister but he didn't complain, yet. Soraya had kept pushing conversations, though her eyes darted around like she was either expecting someone—or afraid they might pop out. Her brother, on the other hand, seemed determined to get on my nerves with his endless questions about Ariel. Four books I’d requested were already sitting on my desk, but one—titled "Chronicles of Gifted wolves" caught my attention first. I picked it up and started flipping through the pages just as Drake walked in, reeking of everything unholy.

"I look festive." "You look like someone who has already decided to do something catastrophically stupid and is doing their makeup to delay the conversation about it." I set down the eyeliner and turned to face him. Drake Valcoin, ancient vampire, only male Divine Warrior in recorded history, Council Elder, and the man who had literally pulled my soul back from the Neverplain, looked genuinely worried. Not the performative concern he used in Council chambers. The real kind, the kind that lived behind his eyes when he thought no one was paying close enough attention to catch it. I was always paying attention.

Tamara smile and entered the portal which closed. Taloc went back to his seat, using his magic to lift out an old worn out book titled : Breaking the Mate connection. He had found the book at the courtyard of the Druids after killing them all. Some of its pages has torn and burnt but it was still readable. Whoever wrote it, possibly the one who had broken his Mate bond with his first soulmate, didn't know when it fell off from his or her hands. He opened the few pages that was remaining and stopped when he got to a page.

“They were out too far…for a reason. “Rodin says. Slowly, Rodin lifts his fingertips from the puddle. The blood drips back into the pool. The blood is thick almost like sludge and smells like rotten meat when it's cooked. Rodin flings the blood on the teal grass which cleans the shine on his armor. Rodin stands and he starts to walk to the tent with the flag. Varick looks over the pile. On his side is a satchel, he reaches in this compartment to pull out a book. The book’s title: “Book of The Blight.” Carefully, he sets his wolf helm down on a clean spot among the forest. The plate head sparks with pink electricity, causing the headpiece to slightly hover along with the grassy blade tips. Va

If there was even a sliver of a way back… My fingers dragged over one particularly ancient tome: bound in silver and wrapped in spell-locked chains. I whispered the unlocking spell, old enough that the air around me shimmered with pale blue glyphs. The book creaked open. “Chronos Binding,” I murmured. The title alone sent a chill down my spine. Inside were diagrams of realms overlapping each other like threads in a tapestry. Old Realm. Divine Plane. Mortal Realm. Abyssal Void.