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He remained half-kneeling before my coffin, holding a soft cloth soaked in warm water as he wiped my frozen cheeks with absolute, tender care. “Iris, there are a few noisy flies disrupting your rest.” Kaelen whispered softly, a doting smile pulling at the corners of his lips. “I will go take care of them and come right back to accompany you.” Natalie’s face twisted into a hideous contortion as she screeched: “Kill him! The moment he dies, the Eclipse Pack belongs to us!” With a savage roar, Matt’s figure suddenly lunged forward. The silver blade in his hand, glistening with deadly wolfsbane, drove straight toward Kaelen’s heart.

I hung up and dialed Adrian right away. The phone seemed to ring forever before he picked up. "Adrian, you have to start my mom's treatment again. She's in a coma and can't last a second without the ventilator..." I pleaded, panic rising in my voice. Loud music thumped in the background as Adrian's voice came through—emotionless and merciless. "Consider this a lesson for trying to leave." "I was wrong, okay? I won't talk about leaving ever again, just please..." Then I heard it—soft, suggestive sounds from his end. "Mr. Jones, don't stop..."

I wіll fіnd a way tо brіng dоwn Neon Lірѕ. I wіll mаkе hеr аnd those uglу mеn рау fоr еvеrуthіng thеу’vе dоnе tо Aрrіl and mе, and tо Sarah аnd Luсу. I swear іt. [Next POV: 'Blake' in Chapter 75]

Emily As the moon bathed the clearing in its soft light, Blade turned to face me, his eyes locking onto mine. There was a mixture of exhaustion and triumph in his gaze, a silent promise that he had done this not just for himself but for our child and our future together. As the reality of his victory sank in, I couldn't help but feel a surge of hope; I was genuinely free to be with the man I love. The father of my unborn child, the gift from the moon itself. My prayers were answered.

Author's POV Damon tried to control his anger but she smirked when she realised that he had seen the flute. "Kaha tha dur rehna mere Dil se!" (I told you to stay away from my Dil) He grabbed her throat in his clutches and she gasped while grabbing his hand. "You are so cunning and full of hate, Mira... I am sure you can defeat the devil himself." He glared at her as she tried to scratch on his hand to set free.

I swear to God if they hurt you— Jaylen: I’m coming for you. Just hold on. Jaylen: Baby, please… just one word. Let me know you’re alive. Jaylen: I shouldn’t have left you alone. I thought I could fix it first, but I was wrong. Jaylen: You have no idea what I’d trade just to hear your voice right now. Jaylen: I love you. I’ll burn the world if I have to. She looked up to see that Blade had slipped out undetected.

I yell, shadows tearing one, Raymond’s light burning another, our powers blending. “Like the echo fight!” he says, pale, blood dripping from his nose. “Keep going!” “We got this!” I say, holding him up, our hybrid powers burning a beast to ash. We reach the blade’s chamber, a glowing sword on a stone altar, pulsing like a star. The final guardian, a beast, hisses, “You’re not worthy.” “Ours is eternal,” I snarl, shadows flaring. “Hit it, Raymond!” His light surges, our powers blending, burning the beast to ash, its scream echoing. “This blade’s ours,” I say, grabbing it, its light merging with ours.

It feels like fire spreading through my veins, burning through every nerve, and I can feel my wolf collapsing inside me. She's there, but she's not. Just a faint, distant presence, barely holding on to consciousness. The world blurs, and I slump forward slightly, my breathing ragged. Ryder steps back, satisfied, and tosses the empty syringe onto the floor. "There," he mutters. "That should do it." I force my head up, glaring at him through the haze of pain, and before I can stop myself, I gather what little strength I have left and spit directly in his face.

The whispers grew louder, but I pushed back, channeling the same defiance that had broken the mate bond. --- The blade began to crack, its dark energy spiraling out of control. Veyron screamed in rage, throwing Darius off and turning toward me. “You’ll destroy us all!” he bellowed, his voice filled with desperation. “Maybe,” I replied, my hands trembling as I poured my will into the blade. “But at least it’ll be on my terms.” The chamber shook violently, and the blade shattered in an explosion of light and darkness. When the light faded, I found myself on my knees, the world spinning around me. Veyron was nowhere to be seen, his presence seemingly erased.

The Hollow Blade waited for her there. It was no weapon forged by men, nor a simple vision birthed from fear. It was something etched into the marrow of her existence. A spectral blade with jagged, shifting edges, its body wreathed in whispers that cut deeper than steel. The voice it carried wasn’t one voice, it was many, layered, distorted, yet unified in cruelty. "You think you can wear the crown of Luna? You think your blood is strength, hybrid?" the Blade hissed, circling her in the void-space.