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I gasped, breathing heavily as I scent a suppressing Aura, I breath heavily as it got closer, I couldn't do a thing, I couldn't run, I couldn't walk, we were gonna die, I just layed still, expecting the worse to happen I cringed fearfully as a beast approached me, towering below my weak body, he smirked as he tilted his head towards Kara whose eyes was shut close I cringed more fearfully as he he trailed his scary claws all the way to my lips, I saw his face, his montrous face, his long fangs gnashed as he breath heavily under me "Don't be scare little one, you will make a nice vessel in my plans, you both will!!". He said in his stoic voice, I weakly tilted my head towards Kara whose eyes d

Xavier slowly opened the file, his eyes scanning the title: Mission Report - 201 - Blood Crescent - I

He didn't reply, forcing me to peer into those unreadable eyes and drink him in. “Is this from the blood oath?” I tried again. He shook his head, leaning into my touch like an obedient pet. His eyes were trained on me, as if challenging me to a gaze holding standoff. “No.” He said after a few minutes. He turned his other hand where a small scar marred his palm. “This is it.” “While this,” He said and his hand connected with mine which was still clinging to his face. My heart beat tripled. He continued effortlessly. “This Happened in a fight many years back.”

I was to be Erick Stayton’s bride. He was the heir to Stayton Incorporated, a company that specialised in marketing blood from donors and had blood banks in several parts of the U.S. It was a charitable organization looking for the betterment of the world and interested in helping people in need. No one really knew that it was just a facade, for only ten percent of the blood they collected went to charity. The rest was supplied to vampires all over Canada. They also ran a security service for VIPs and business tycoons, those who were in need of protection. All in all, he and his family were super rich, super arrogant, and very, very powerful.

He sighed, running his hands through his hair. “Cut the suspense.” I urge him impatiently. “The cruxtar is a funny thing. To activate. It needs 3 ingredients. The blood of a demon. The blood of a human. And.. the blood of an angel. And not just a few drops. It needs life.” He grit his teeth. “Holy mother of fucks.” I bite my lip and clutch my hair with both hands, forming a solid grip. This sounds really really bad. I feel like I would have been better off not knowing what it was because this is the absolute worst.

( 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.”