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I pulled an unmarked folder free from the furthest corner, and a wave unease crashed over me. This wasn’t just paper and ink, I could feel the malice vibrating in my nerves. It was a record of lives stolen, futures erased. Grainy and stark photographs showed small, cold forms wrapped in lace, newborn pups whose eyes would never see daylight again. Beside them, names, dates, clinical notes, all of it a catalog of cruelty. ‘Subject 402: Discarded. Essence insufficient for the ritual.’ Zebub’s unmistakable elegant, looping, precise handwriting detailed a massacre.

Nodding toward the book he said, "Is this what you encountered?" I pulled the book closer. When Laeddin leaned in to see as well, I held my breath, fighting to ignore his beckoning blood. The book had pictures of skulls with smoke coming off them, their eyes glowed red. Human bodies bent at strange angles. The pictures definitely resembled what I'd seen happen with the man in the forest and with Abby. Several different kinds of names were given, but demura wasn't one of them. There also wasn't any information on how they could be killed. "I think so."

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

I half chuckled “Leda. Just Leda, and it's perfect, thank you Mathias.” I pulled the first file toward me and flicked it open. The pages spilled out; several handwritten documents and black and white photographs of dying/dead figures; some of whom looked practically decomposed. I swallowed the bile that rose in my throat and closed my eyes. “Hence my concern Leda. These victims do not die quickly – it's horrific.” He quietly flicked the file closed. “Are there different levels of vampire then?” “What do you mean?” “You said those like the grey guy-”

I hadn’t noticed when Pietro transferred the blood into a syringe. The next moment, someone injected me with Talia’s blood. My knees buckled. Heat surged through me, my skin burned, and I collapsed. Pietro’s voice echoed: “This is the effect of my wife’s blood on every Immortal.” That’s why Isabella vanished—she married this man. Pietro laughed, then a brutal kick sent me into darkness. “Daddy… wake up.” I opened my eyes to see a young girl sobbing against my chest. The house was familiar.

They carefully pile up some fingers to send to the gambling dens until Mick growls, signaling everyone to back off. I wasn’t sure how the bastard was still alive, his heart was barely recognizable. Mick trots to him, staring down into his bleak eyes. He’s on his back now, his guts exposed. A quick swipe across his face with a claw draws blood, coating Mick’s paw. I had no idea what I thought I’d feel at this moment. But I just feel dead. Because there are so many more Stephen Millers in the world. It’ll never be enough. Mick growls so loud, it practically shakes the room. He bares his canines, wanting them to be the last thing this piece of shit sees.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

“You surely will.’ He whispers as the familiar hue of lights awaits them both in the middle of the path they are taking. Knowing what it is as they are aware of what draws it in front of them. Daniela raise her hand as the lights came down and surrounds her. One by one and with a click of her hand, it turns into the books that make the entirety of these dark and dreadful charades. With that, she names the books one by one that open and presented their heart, but only the clear four can be heard at that moment as it rings. “Blood Resonance. The Call of Death. Death Reincarnate. Shinzo Dimension.” As the book opens along with its prominent hue that also represents the prominent sins that are t

I had to be sure that the ritual had not drained her life. As I flew, I saw that the Uncivil had collapsed, and were changing back into their prior forms. Their claws became hands once more. Extra limbs and teeth fell away. Thorns, blades and other growths broke off. It seemed that with Salem’s death, his terrible virus had been undone. Unfortunately, those whose bodies had been twisted beyond repair did not survive. When I passed over the Thames, I saw that the island of flesh had fallen apart, leaving countless floating corpses. I found Loretta inside her home, surrounded by empty blood bottles. Mr. Pervis lay wheezing on the floor, and Loretta was hovering over him, tipping a bottle to hi

She also invited Keith to dinner that evening, saying she had a surprise for him. I floated beside him and wished I could scream. 'Don't go! She's the one who cut off my limbs! She's the one who tore open my stomach!' But a soul couldn't make a sound. All I could do was watch helplessly as Keith accepted the invitation. "Alpha," Elliott said softly. "The wolf essence results are out." Keith accepted the document. His gaze landed on the name. [Juliet. Female. Pregnant. Time of death, seven days ago. Cause of death, dismemberment and excessive blood loss.]