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We all knew we had entered a new era, and for the first time, we were truly the Blood Moon Pack. *This is the end of Book 1 of Blood and Moon. Book 2 Love and War. It will focus on Kyle and Sabrina's love. Adam and Desire will be active in it too. I hope you enjoyed Adam and Desire's story, and I hope you will read and enjoy the remaining two books. Thank you for your love and support. THEY ARE ALL STANDALONE* My next project is Luca's inferno, please follow me on social media same as my pen name. I hope to hear from all of you on Luca's Inferno ( available only on goodnovel)

"I really don't want to go hard on you, dear Ophelia, but with your desperation to kill me, I don't think I can just stand and do nothing. Don't blame me for being harsh." "Blame you? Of course, I won't. In fact, I want you to show me all you've got. How dare you harm my family and speak ill of my child! You are a despicable monster!" I launched another attack and followed it with two large fire balls but he was too fast he was able to dodged it. "Now my turn," he muttered before he lashed his sword on air, creating two blows that formed two heads of black tigers made of dark smoke flying towards me.

Miguel continued, “I’m the last standing boss, owner of an empire I didn’t ask for. It’s nothing compared to what you have here. I need an heir, hell, I need heirs. I need a woman who can take care of my home, and bear me children, and in turn, she will live under the best conditions. Her needs will be met, and her family will be heavily compensated. Your daughter is pretty, she’s certainly educated, confident, and from a respectable home. She deserves the best, despite her father’s mistakes and I’m a generous man. Do we have a deal, Mrs. Diaz?” “Asher Diaz.” Larissa’s brother stepped forward. He introduced himself to Miguel and they shared a brief handshake. Everything Miguel Sebastian did,

He tried again, coughing harder now. He pulled back, covered his mouth, looked at his hand… Blood. “What the fuck did you do?” he choked. I straightened. “Been in this game long enough to always have a backup plan.” “You little bitch…” he started, his voice strained as more blood gushed from his lips. “You thought I’d make it this easy?” I said, stepping forward. “You’re messing with Raven.” “I’ll destroy you…” he wheezed, his knees buckling. He tried to stand.

Melinda ran a finger along the line and named them, steady, like an incantation at the edge of noise: “Dragon blood, the raw power, to bind the brute energy the tear bleeds. Phoenix blood, the rebirth so the seal can mend if it frays. Unicorn blood, its purity to cleanse the corruption. Basilisk blood, A poison to turn anything escaping into ash. Kraken blood, an abyssal strength to anchor us to the depths. Griffin blood, vigilance, watchfulness for the long centuries. Chimera blood, the hybrid coin that traps chaos by uniting it. Werewolf blood, it cycles and changes, to tether time to the seal. Vampire blood, an immortal blood, for endurance.” A deep, ancient red, almost black, that swallo

Her ears burned red when she saw gallons of blood gushing down from Creed's head, dripping all the way to his chin. Kiara, Akasha and Grisha looked at the scene with tightened chests. A razor-sharp sensation crawled inside their blood vessels. Not just them, but several hunters from the crowd now had their undivided focus on the unbridled escalation of events. “Who the heck is this kid?” "He brought a crawler on his knees in an instant… What the actual fuck!" "Creed Gryffon, eh? Why have I never heard of his name before?" "There is no way this kid is a clanless… this has gotta be some kind of mistake!"

Just raw power on display: tattooed arms flexing as they lifted weights, the clang of dumbbells hitting racks, the sharp crack of practice rounds from a firing range deeper in. Heads turned as we passed. Whispers rippled. "That's the Blood Heir." "She couldn't even read the body." "Silvercrest's pet rogue." Kira's breathing quickened beside me, but she kept her chin up, fingers curled into fists at her sides. Terrified, I could tell. Hiding it behind that invisible armor she'd built from years of being unseen. Dante glanced at her once, a quick check-in, his expression softening for a fraction of a second before hardening again.

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Now, all he needs to do is back up this evidence with more photographs that show Sarah is indeed the manananggal. Acting swiftly, he groped for his phone in his side pocket and dialed the number of the Spirit-Hunters, a group of individuals from various walks of life who have devoted their lives in hunting down ghosts and mythical creatures. Through them he knows light will be shed on the mystery behind the death of his parents. This group is well-known all over the world for cracking the code on the most difficult cases. Hiring them can cost Mark a huge sum of money, but this does not bother him. He would exhaust all the resources that he has if only to catch the killer and get his vengeanc