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I remembered what Lucy had said then, that a vampire’s bite could bring extreme pleasure, and even orgasm. I hadn’t understood then, but I did now. And… it was almost too much… I felt so weak. Then something shifted within me, the pleasure slowly muting. Everything was going numb. Was I dying? Had I lost too much blood? Darkness was creeping into my vision. I didn’t know how much more I could take. Panic set in then, destroying the last bits of pleasure. I didn’t want to die. I had to live… I had to see my mother again and my sister…

"When Zol captured you we had no other option but to change you. It was Steph, well it had to be Steph. Zol just triggered him. Look at these holes. It’s where Stephen bit you. It’s similar to Blaze but these mere holes soon turn into spots. But the bond mark by Blaze will be prominent as the sun. It’s like an arc carved on your skin. A permanent tattoo. When a Vampire turns you, the venom in your system blocks everything. It stops your heart. It stops your blood flow. Letting your body adjust to the change. Hence the answer to your question. You wont breathe anymore. Your heart wont beat anymore. You are reborn without a heartbeat. You... Are no more human". Zee held his hand. They were all

Anything that could give him answers. He stopped in the mythology and local folklore section. His eyes were drawn to an old, worn-looking book with a cover made of untitled leather. As if a magnet were pulling his hand, he reached for it. The book opened by itself to a certain page. The illustration there made his blood freeze. It was a drawing of a handsome man with eyes shining like a predator, standing over a pile of corpses, with a dark, horned shadow shape stretching out behind him. Below the image was one word in ancient script that he somehow knew how to read: MORAT.

Morticia sighed lightly, "Forsythe, there's something I'd like you to do for me. This is a serious matter; you must not take it lightly." She took out a secret manual. The cover was handwritten with the title, 'The Bloody Fiend's Tome'. It was clearly written recently by Morticia herself. Her exquisite face showed seriousness.

All magic had a signature, even dark magic. As I continued to scan the room, moving through it carefully, I found a single book resting upon an old stone pedestal. The leather was thicker than the others, held together with ebony stitching that looked as dark as the shadows slithering about. Scratched onto the front were the words, “Liber Sanguinis.” Book of Blood... My gut told me this was the book I was looking for. The one that held the spell Kimberly used to bind herself to Jude. It was coated in a thick layer of that tar-like substance.

He finally manages to pry her hands off him…catching her body before it falls to the ground. The mate bond was becoming cold; her wolf was dying. “She’s sacrificing her wolf for the human side.” My wolf cries in my mind, he won’t recover from the death of her wolf. “Libby…” My mate lays on the cold ground, and I am unable to help her, unable to comfort her. Unable to break through this fucking forcefield. My soul was dying with her wolf, I can feel it… A pop sound erupts around us, a puff of smoke followed by a burning smell as Anwir enters into

Where was the error in her behavior? She was seething with annoyance as she pulled her favorite grimoire down from the shelf and flipped through the pages. Her anger grew as each spell she cast did not offer the knowledge she required. She noticed a page at the back of the book that was all about vampires and the lore around them. There was a remark put in the margin in a spidery hand that stated there were no known spells that could be used to track down vampires because they were, for all intents and purposes, dead, and one could only do ritual magic on the living. This notation explained that this was because one could only perform ritual magic on the living.

My other ‘ME’ killed a man, murdered someone. I saw the man’s blood squirt from his neck and in an instant, he dropped on the floor with his laptop. I know the man is already dead but the woman, which is me, is not satisfied. She went closer to the man and checked his pulse to see if he was already dead and after checking she laughed and wiped her cutter with the man’s cloth to clean the blood, she wiped the blood on her face too and on her arm and then she licked some of the blood on her finger. I heard her humming and then laughing. Humming and then laughing. Humming and laughing repeatedly. She brings out a small black notebook and uses the man’s blood to erase something and I heard her c

Four of them total. Three are Silver Hunters, and the fourth ... is Sara Khalek. A gasp flies from my lips, and Davis shifts into his wolf form. "Sara." I rush to her side and feel her cheek. She's cold. She's been dead for many hours, maybe for days. Davis sniffs one of the bodies, his wolf lips curling back. "She put up a good fight." His bass werewolf voice echoes in the small room. I close my eyes against the tears. "Are there any others in here?"

I mumbled to myself upon remembering one almost-forgotten detail. I dug a hand into my pocket once again and fished out a rose, made from an intricately folded piece of black paper. It was our guild’s signature to leave black paper roses after corpses that we assassinate. I’ve always found the practice insignificant, but I guess the higher-ups wanted to take credit in all those kills so bad. “What a waste,” I stared at the second arrow I shot, pinning the rose into the wooden door of his carriage. But finally, my work was done.