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Trees shattered as I burst through them. I didn’t dodge anything. I crashed through everything. I couldn't think. All I knew was she was gone, and they were going to pay. I would tear through every vampire in that place. I would rip them apart. One by one. Piece by piece. I would make them beg. And even with that, I won’t stop, till the world bleeds. *TRIGGER WARNING: Blood and Gore (Because Knox is pissed)* I ripped through their gates like they were paper.

She realized everything has a price. Raven was ready. The eclipse started. Inch by inch the shadow took the moon. Out of the edge line the Lycans had shifted and started getting riled up. They began howling alerting the pack the intruders were here. Bloodchild ran in sword held high and sheild in front of him. His sheild was tarnished and three painted blood drops were on the front. His helmet down over his face and his armor dark and dirty. Bastion looked at Alpha and moved his lips, “He’s mine.” Bastion spirited toward him. When he stopped suddenly Bloodchild shot backwards like he had been speeding towards a wall and hit it.

Amber I stepped back—fists up—and twisted my body—rear foot to the front—then swung a side whip kick. BANG! The cubicle door flew open. Laughter gasped and shrieked. I stepped out and there were five of them: malnourished Willows in half-chewed clothes, their overly smouldered eyes wide with reluctant surprise because they weren’t expecting my immediate response. Well, I, Amber Kratos, heir of the Blood Moon Pack, don’t rely on my pack for protection.

The user can get the [Bleeding] effect after each shot (5% chance). "An army of these blood vultures will be useful...but these stats are nice too, it would be a pity to lose them." he racked his brains looking for an answer but couldn't come up with a solution, in the end, he opened a coin throw page on the web, letting the decision for lady luck. "Heads brood mother, tails attacker..." he flipped the coin, after spinning a couple of seconds it landed on Heads. "Brood mother then" [Are you sure? This change is irreversible.]

“The first donor always bears the marks.” His blood rushes out and spreads across the surface, making the seven rugged scars on his chest glow blue. Vaughn’s rough hands drag me back. “Don’t look at his face.” But I already see it. Sharp, uneven letters boldly write “BROODMARE, THE SACRIFICE” on his heart. His blood was used as the ink for this.

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.

But they brought me a blanket and hot broth. Alpha Tristan knelt beside me, gently placing a hand on my wrist. “You’re still here.” I gripped his fingers. “Still fighting.” He pulled away. “We need a name.” “Bloodborn.” My voice rang clear. Alpha Tristan frowned. “Name matters. Otherwise, it’s just rebellion.” “A title is a promise,” I said. “A warning. So, Bloodborn—born of blood, destined for more.” He thought a moment, then nodded. Lycan Xander lumbered over, face weathered. “Whatever you plan—I’m with you. Rogues, defectors, exiles—they’ll hear our call.”

The space was filled with the rich, earthy scent of old books and polished wood, creating an inviting ambiance as I prepared to tackle the next steps of my journey. Sitting at the worn oak desk, I opened the application for recognition as a pack and for admission to Cripple Creek University to pursue my Alpha Education. The screen illuminated my face, displaying a series of questions that felt both daunting and exhilarating. When I reached the section asking for the pack name, I typed in "Blood Moon Eclipse" with a sense of pride swelling in my chest. But my amusement quickly turned to laughter when the screen flashed back “Not a Recognised Pack.”

The battlefield around me blurred, the clash of claws and the scent of blood becoming a disorienting symphony. Alpha Draxler, undeterred by my waning strength, refocused on Trevor. A vicious slash, a grotesque ballet of violence, painted Trevor's chest in a vivid display of crimson. The scene unfolded in agonizing slow motion, each drop of blood a testament to the sacrifices demanded by our world.