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she cursed out loud, forgetting for a moment where she was. "Blood." Her abductor growled, a deep sound that sent shivers down her spine causing her to feel dread. "I hate the sight of blood." Hers was a rich red and thick blood that smelled nice and caused his nose to pucker. He tried so hard to contain his fangs but couldn't. They bared themselves out in agitation and he turned away immediately. It's been so long since he had any contact with human blood. The beastly side of him had become excited when they perceived the richness of her blood and had reared up its ugly head.

The way her body molded to his, the way she pressed herself against him, it was too much. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a thunderous reminder of my rage. The need to kill, to destroy, surged through me like a tidal wave, but I fought it back. I couldn’t kill him, not yet. Not with her in the room, not with her watching. But the urge was there, simmering just beneath the surface, threatening to break free at any moment.

Johnny was already drenched in sweat, but he couldn't find a single excuse. But then, right at that moment… "Everyone, look at this!" A woman wearing fashionable clothing dashed in with a phone pointed straight at me. "See that? This woman's a witch who brought my friend here to be cremated, without letting his mother see him one last time!" Ah, the woman of the hour was here. Lorraine actually had a large number of followers online because of the videos she posted of special effects makeup, so I wasn't surprised that she came here while streaming.

I pushed myself off the door frame and took a step toward him. "So, is this what you do to your victims?” I pressed. “You put them under your control and then kill them? Well, Darick, you can shove that stupid blood oath up your ass and go to hell! You are barbaric.” This clearly made him angry. Good. He deserved to feel half of what I was. "You don't know what you're talking about. You know nothing about me," he growled. "I know you are the leader of the Blood Brother's mafia, a gang of vampires, and I now understand why you're called Darick the Bloodthirsty," I replied, pointing to the bite mark on my neck.

BLOOD AND VOWS --- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO THE MONEY WAR “Cut a man’s throat and you kill him once. Cut off his money and he dies every day after.” The war had shifted. That much was clear. It was no longer about bodies, bullets, or blood sprayed across marble floors and warehouse walls. This chapter of the war moved quieter, deeper, and far more dangerous—into numbers, offshore transfers, encrypted ledgers, and the bloodless battlefield of finance where a man could lose an army without firing a single shot. Emilia had always known this war would come. It was inevitable. Men like Jace didn’t just build power through violence; they funded it, insured it, turned it into something mathematical and u

Coming at her with speed once more she heard another voice she hadn't heard in a while "Duck Saghir!" Her heart started to race. The hunter was draining her strength and hearing Raja's voice meant one thing and one thing only, she was going to die. The hunter jerked and cracked his broken bones back in place. Her face paled as she watched. Oh shit! He is like an Ancient. He can regenerate almost instantly!

There was anger and unfathomable hatred in her voice. Niko curled his hands into fists and veins visibly snaked through his arms. "We have also taken and spilled their bloods! They just reciprocate our actions towards them!" Niko hissed. "They blame us of the Reapers you fool!" she hissed back. Niko's jaw tighten. "You're crazy" he whispered in his breath, Serra almost didn't heard him. With a force, Niko thrust his fist on the ground and the earth shook. The trees dancing, everything around Serra looked twisted as her head felt dizzy.

Someone brought me a white hooded robe, but I refused to collect it. "What is the meaning of this?" I asked as politely as I could manage because I felt hoodwinked at that moment, but I did not want to come off as offensive to anyone. "The Uprising," Janet's mother, Kendra Lawson, said, and I swallowed. She pushed up her chest with pride and looked around her, then cleared her throat to speak. "The Bloods have plagued our lands and oppressed our people for eight years now. It is time to say enough is enough and take back what is rightfully ours," she said, and the other moons hailed her words.

Unacceptable. Sweet aroma. Alive. Painful. The same scent as Alec’s. My eyes locked onto the dark red flask. Thick. Repulsive. “You’re using my son’s blood?” I roared, my voice like thunder. Without taking my eyes off him, I crushed the skull of a wolf that lunged at me. The head burst like rotten fruit between my hands. “Not only can’t you fight your own battles, but now you depend on a child’s power?” “Ah, brother…” Raiker smiled with scorn. “This is just to make things more fun.”

Fresh blood poured. The pain and the blood and the thought of what it would cost me to heal again… all of them. Fury and rage boiled inside of me, bubbling like hot water and with that. I picked up a rock and as the third rogue came for me again, I bashed his head with the rock. Bashing his skull… once… twice… thrice.. until he stopped moving. Until I had had a full revenge for the blood he made me bleed. It took less than nine seconds to get that done. Maybe five seconds, with the anger boiling in me I was certain to kill more of them, all of them.