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( I inquired In a scared tone and met nothing but silence) My hands were pinned to the wall and I could feel the eyes of a stranger staring at me. "Can you please speak up?" I copied back my words. The stranger tugged my hair behind my ears and left still not being able to alter a single word. "Weird" I felt and left In a hurry only to fall my eyes to a bloodstain message on the wall, which reads, "life is full of ups and downs and at the end, we all have to pay for the crimes we committed, I am coming for you brother, get ready".

“Breathe, Alice. I’ve got you.” Her heart pounded, trapped in Kane’s crimson gaze, his warmth so close she felt his heartbeat. Her senses flared, catching the wild musk of wolf under his skin, and her nails ached, retracting slowly as she focused on his touch. “I’m not… me,” she whispered, voice trembling, wrist scar pulsing. “I saw it, Kane—a lab, Samuel, my scar. I’m not a hybrid. I’m… a weapon.”

Konstantin’s stake finds its back, saving my arse in the nick of time. “Watch it, Ruin. Can’t have you dying on me now,” he grunts, pulling the stake free. “Cheers for that,” I reply, my heart racing. The danger of vamp blood is ever-present, a single scratch potentially fatal. We push deeper; the stronghold becoming a battleground. Each corner turned reveals another enemy, each shadow a potential threat. “These fuckers are persistent,” Konstantin grunts as he stakes a vamp through the heart. “Persistent but stupid,” I retort, kicking another in the chest before decapitating him with my blade. “They picked the wrong pack to fuck with.”

An Umbra child, nine years old, was dragged screaming by two mercenaries. Then— A knife slammed into one throat. A bullet tore through the other. Aria, masked in black, with a blood-slicked blade, stepped into the chaos. “Nobody takes another one of mine.” Behind her: six ex-Wraiths, armed to the teeth. Beside her: Roji, piloting a remote tank through fire and smoke. Above: Drones bearing a single flag. ☉ — The mark of resurrection. The sigil of vengeance. Bloodstorm had begun.

They immediately crawled up to the ground and forward. Niko saw the incoming Reapers. He stomped on the ground and the rocks flew around him. He then pushed his hand forward and the rocks rushed like arrows,. hitting the Reapers rightfully on their nasty faces. They shrieked and snarled forward. There are Badbloods who were still above the trees, too scared to go down. Kebin waved his hand and the wind suddenly became solid. "Faster!" He said to their trapped comrades. The Badbloods unhesitatingly stepped into the solid wind and they drifted towards the village.

, maybe someone might die or an Alpha, the usual Alpha drama. I will just have to lay low for the rest of the night, keep a low profile and try my best to not have any drinks containing alcohol, the last thing I need is to be on the blacklist of most of the Alphas and more especially the Alpha of the Blazepelt Pack; I love being alive you know. Alpha Jaxon Ryker is the type of person that is normally in your nightmares and has a huge sword covered with blood. People call him the blood-stained alpha because he has taken the lives of different werewolves, and he has the biggest pack territory than any other pack.

She pauses looking at Hunter. Hunter slashes his palm with a claw and Bonnie follows suit. They clasp their bloodied hands together across the table. Blood runs down to their elbows and drips off. "I Hunter Isaiah Richardson, future Alpha of Moonstone pack swear to the moon, that I will never prevent Diana from leaving my pack" Hunter says. "I accept your oath" Bonnie says as she nods her head. "That's it" I say "No more arguments because you did some stupid handshake?" "Shhhhhhhhh" Orion says putting one finger to his lips.

"We are vampires with hearts and consciences. We love humans as our brothers and sisters. We do not want to see them suffer because of you." "Then what are you going to do? Just the two of you against me and my army? You have no chance of winning," Draven said mockingly. "We're not alone, Draven," Alex said with a smile. "We have help from our friends." Suddenly, the door to the main room burst open, and in walked a group of people carrying sharp weapons and fire. They were Alex and Victoria's human friends, who had learnt of the Bloods' plans from them. They had come to help Alex and Victoria fight the Bloods.

OLD ENEMIES BECOMING ALLIES. With a wary optimism, Kyra rode back to the Bloodshadow Pack territory. She knew their road was far from complete, but the partnership with the Crestwood Pack was a big step forward. They couldn't afford to be complacent, as the recent rogue strike had demonstrated, and the road ahead remained dangerous.

They were visibly fading, dissolving into her sun-kissed skin as Riheirk’s ancient, healing blood aggressively incinerated the last remnants of the poison from her system. Garick’s gaze tracked the fading lines of the corruption, and then his eyes shifted to the dark, deep gash slashed across Riheirk’s left wrist, still sluggishly weeping dark crimson. He knew exactly what had happened. He knew the biological ledger had been permanently signed. Riheirk braced himself for the explosive wrath of an enraged Alpha dad. He opened his mouth, his gravelly baritone rough and completely stripped of its usual military authority. "Garick... it was an ambush. A rogue Blood-born. The venom was closing he