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Emine luxuriously settled into her plush chair, relishing the sensation as she perused the meticulously organized files her diligent secretary had sent her way. A surge of elation coursed through her veins, buoying her spirits sky-high. These files, oh, they revealed a captivating twist! The child, it seemed, was not a mere product of Kindred's lineage. No, no, far from it. According to the sent documents, this innocent little soul belonged to none other than Kindred's most formidable nemesis.

🌶️ WARNING 🌶️ The following chapter contains adult content. Please, choose wisely IF you want to read such chapters. This content is meant for an audience of 18+ and ONLY. You've been warned, leave now or regret later. Enjoy, sinners x Kieran

“Besides. If you didn’t do it, someone else would.” Josie looked at the floor. “I tell myself that sometimes, but it isn’t as reassuring as you might think.” After a moment of silence, she asked, “Why did you ask about the men?” Kendra switched the baby to the other breast. “I think this little one was fathered by my husband.” “Truly?” Josie said with surprise. “I had no idea that you had a husband.” “Not only do I have one, but they made a cyborg in his image and sent it after me,” Kendra growled.

Inside was a single object, bound in a frost-coated bark, etched with the golden spiral. It pulsed once in his hand and then went still. And the cathedral listened. Kieran opened the book and read out loud: “Those who read this book have already been damned. When you pass through those doors of how you so crave, it shall be your demise in the true self of you. For you shall see it, the thing that is everything.” Kieran gulped as he carried on reading.

Since George knew about the Obsidian Wolves, there was a high chance that he had a book with the same language. As I opened the next books, the scent of aged paper filled my nostrils. My heart was beating against my ribs as I turned the page. The first few pages were filled with elegant scripts in the same unknown language. Frustration bubbled within me. Was this a dead end? But then, something caught my eye. Scattered across the pages were intricate sketches. Figures. They looked like humans but they had elongated limbs with sharp and feral features. "What is this?" I let out.

Others of the frost giant and fire giants shaking the hand of a man with one eye, he looked to be wearing a crown and holding a staff in his other hand. There were pictures of grotesque vampires attacking the wolves, I knew there has always been a war against our two species, so that picture didn't seem to phase me but what did was a young girl by the looks of it she was talking to a extremely small person with pointy ears who's clothes seems to be fashioned from leaves, quite unusual. In the background there were six or more little lights that appear to be flying. As I continued flipping through the pages, I began to feel extremely tired, it rushed over me like I had just had a tranquiliser

“They will answer for what they did regardless of where they run to.” “I can’t wait to get my hands on them.” Darius said, his teeth showing in something that wasn’t quite a smile. Kaidora moved to the mat on the floor and lowered herself onto it. She reached beneath it and pulled out a book so old its spine had cracked through entirely, the pages held together by nothing except habit. She opened it carefully and spread it across her lap. Darius and Aurelian crouched on either side of her immediately. The pages were covered in the same script that lined the walls.

" Joe asked from behind her. "It's a birthmark borne by children who were touched by a goddess from another realm," She said casually. "Wait, what?" Kurt asked in disbelief. "Yeah, I read about it in a book," She said. "What book?" Joe asked. Lydia stopped walking and took off her backpack. She opened it and took out a large book and handed it to Joe. "This book..." She said. The book was large and on the cover, it had the word "TROLEYADIA" on it in large font.

He radiated a quiet, suffocating gravity that made it hard to draw a full breath. Julian reached out, his long, elegant fingers catching the beam of her flashlight. "Show me what's in the bag." "It's just my personal belongings. My laptop. Some conservation tools," she lied, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the leather strap. Julian’s eyes, a piercing, metallic charcoal, finally caught the light. There was no warmth in them. Only a cold, calculating intelligence that seemed to read her biology—the spike in her heart rate, the tremor in her hands, the sweat dampening her collarbone.

"So how'd you find the time to sit by your ex's kid every day? How did gossip suddenly stop mattering when you handed them a VIP room—when you used your power to steal someone else's kidney for him?" I grabbed her arm and yanked her forward, forcing her to face the bed. "Look. Open your eyes. Look closely. This is the Stella you called drama queen. She fought this for so long. She was already waiting for the kidney." My voice broke. "She was one step away. Just one." Yeah. Stella could've lived. She could've had a strong body, a real shot at being happy. She was still just a kid. I never even got to take her to Disneyland... never got to see her light up at Elsa.