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“This is an ancient word, translated over centuries but roughly means…war.” War?! Of everything in the world, it had to be the one thing she hated. Violence can never and will never be a part of her life or her child’s life. The instructor observed the cold, intensity behind her blue eyes and tried putting her mind at rest. “See…your markings extend further which says a lot more than we know.” “Where did you find these books?” Elira attempted to change the topic. The man took a seat on the edge of the table, and gently brushed his fingers on their thick covers, staring at them like the most precious thing in the world.

I stare into her bulging eyes as she whimpers fighting for air, I wish I could kill her over and over again for the things she has done. "Raven is the Goddess of Death, removing her lycan is impossible. I will be glad to see you die, knowing she will not show mercy to your soul," I growl into her ear, thrusting my other hand up into her chest; with a sickening crack and squelching noise I tear through her ribs and flesh. My hand is slick with her warm blood as I dig my claws in deep, cutting into her organs before removing my hand letting her slowly bleed out, painfully slowly until she dies. "No, not my son! Let me go!" I hear Adaline's agonized screams, as they pull my attention from Sasha

She asked herself, smiling at what just happened. Her eyes went from her shoes, where she hid her knife to the man who was sitting on the chair. After much thought, She climbed the long ladder which was a bit shaky because of a broken wood. She almost fell, but she kept her grip firm to get the book. She got down, walked to him and gave him the book, but he took it and said. "Oh! This was not what I asked for." Eve bit her lips in anger, she glared at him and said with a snort. "This was what you asked me to bring."

His eyes hold a strange look that I can’t comprehend but it makes my heart heavy. “ Did he—Did Aleister kill his brothers too? ” I utter the scary words carefully. I knew he was a vile man but was I hoping to find something like this hidden behind his playful demeanor? No. No, how can Moon Goddess do this to me? Does she hate me like the rest of the people in this world that she had to give me a mate like him? “ Lycan Blood is sacred. That’s what you believe, don’t you? ” Draven mumbles.

I gasped as I scrambled away from her, looking at my hands. My hands are covered in her blood. I can feel the stain sinking deeper than my skin, marking my soul. I have killed my mother. There is no redemption from that. My gaze darted to the other woman as she held Isis’ limp but still breathing body. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes as they burned trails down my cheeks. Isis is alive, but Mother isn’t. There has been too much bloodshed. I need to stop this. I need to get the hunters away from the werewolves, away from my sister and Auntie.

Two tides of dark blood collided detonating in a blinding crimson explosion that split Valenfort’s sky apart. The ground quaked. Buildings fell. From afar, Alaric watched through his scope. “If she wins,” he murmured, “Evelyn Cross will die. What remains… won’t be her.” Kael clenched his fists. “Then let her become the Blood Lord, better her than Genesis.” --- Amid the smoke and fire, Evelyn stood among the ashes. Genesis lay broken, half its body melting away. “You… will destroy… everything…” it rasped. Evelyn looked down, no hatred left, only sorrow.

"You've come at the perfect time! Look! The shame of the Snow Fang Pack! Elena betrayed our sacred vows and gave birth to this filthy vampire spawn! And Sarah... she—Elena hid her pup!" He snatched the hissing monster from the bed and held it up high. "As her Alpha, I demand the Council execute this whore immediately and purify our bloodline!" The pack members around them started murmuring again, their anger reignited. High Elder Vance stared at Lucas, his face an emotionless mask. "Purify the bloodline?" Vance's voice was like an ancient bell, making everyone's ears ring. "Yes!" Lucas puffed out his chest. "For the good of the pack!"

I pulled away from Ambrosia for a moment and just looked back at her. “Us Reavers, the four High Priests, myself and my brothers, we are immortal in every sense of the word. We can't be killed, can't die naturally. So far, there has been nothing that can kill us in all the millennia’s we have been here... That offers a very long and lonely life watching those you love pass, when you know you will never... Regular Reavers will not die naturally, but there are things that can kill them. For instance, The Darkness that Raphael and Rayne battled recently with. The Darkness actually killed Rayne, and The Shadows brought her back. I wasn’t personally there, but I have heard Raphael tell the story.

Eve's gaze lingered, then shifted to Kalie. "We need to talk," Kalie said, his expression grim. "We can't stay here," Kalie said, his eyes scanning the damaged room. "The Crimson Pack will return." I nodded, my mind racing. "Eve, how did you...?" I trailed off, unsure how to ask. Eve's gaze met mine. "I don't know," she said softly. "I just reacted." Kalie's expression turned guarded. "There's something you should know, Ezra," he said. "Eve's past is... complicated." I leaned in, my curiosity piqued.

Reese interrupted my inner monologue and took a drag on his cigarette. "But you said ..." “That they get on your list. This will later flow into your rating as a Venator, but you won't get any money. Everything you kill goes to me. " I frowned in disbelief. "Why is that? I killed the beasts after all. ”And I could use the money well. With that I could relieve Uncle Roderick a little and maybe settle a few outstanding bills.