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Swinging my urumi in rapid circles, I cut into the outer layers of bloodsuckers, but as fast as the thin steel blades flay out pieces of undead flesh leaving dark magic flames to consume them, new vampires are porting in, all of them hellbent on getting to Sylvia. The shrieks of the burning pierce the air accompanied by cries of victory from my other sisters as their own battles end and they emerge into the center of the house, enraged and lusting for more. Six of us strike at ground level trying to get to Sylvia, with Jenny still covering us from above, but in the end, she’s overwhelmed. The filthy bloodsucker who gets to her—a dark-haired smokey-eyed male wearing casual clothes and a black

I shrug and shake my head which conveys ‘please do explain your artwork, dear artist’. “Did you kiss him?” Amara bluntly blurts out and receives a smack from Julia. Sometimes I feel like Amara and Julia are female versions of Orlo and Dylan. Just that, Amara appears a lot more innocent than our sly younger brother. “Have you gone crazy?” Verena's upper lip twitches. “That's why I told you to stop watching romantic drama series.” “Says the one who is obsessed with vampires and vampire series.” Amara clicks her tongue and rolls her eyes.

To him, who has nothing left, that woman became his everything. The blood of humans satisfies the vampires’ thirst, but because of the battle five years ago, vampires have turned away from human blood and accepted the blood of animals. That battle became the reason for the human and vampire ordinance to exist, the law that said no vampires would leave the Riparian zone to hunt for human blood.

Casual questions, maximum sarcasm. To cousin Lila at breakfast: “Any vampires hanging around lately? Tall, fast, good stationery taste?” She choked. “What? No. That’s Northern pack crap. Why?” I shrugged. “Curious.” To a warrior during training: “Hypothetically, if a vampire saved someone from drowning, would he leave a note or just bite and run?” He laughed. “Vampires don’t save. They eat. Ask the North. Rumors say they’ve got one.”

I just focus on the tingles and warmth radiating from where he touches me as we move through the seas of people parting for us. For the first time today, I feel a genuine smile bloom on my face when I realize that Roman didn’t even seem to notice anyone else that was in the building. Sure, he does the dude nod thing to some of the young men praying for his attention, but when he sees the women who would happily take my place on his arm, he either leans over to kiss the side of my head or pulls me closer. No matter what happens, for once, I feel like it really will be okay. Life is different when you know you have a seven-hundred-something-year-old werewolf, hockey god for a mate. And this is

"Okay, first of all, Rihana, you need to take a step back and not make this about you-" " I'm just being honest with you because I care about you too and wouldn't want you to get hurt. I know how many girls Alex has used in the past for his own pleasure while I was gone. You just happened to be a bit special because of your blood, darling, it's making him crave for more. He's a vampire, Katy and you're a human. That's never happened before. He is never going to fall in love with a human." "And what about you?"

That alone told me this wasn’t just a boring history lecture anymore. “They’re often mistaken for succubi,” Melinda said. “But the Velari are older. And far more dangerous.” She started pacing the front of the room, her heels clicking lightly but the silence swallowing the sound. “They live in human bodies. Women, mostly. But they don’t feed on blood. Or simple lust. No, they thrive on emotional energy. Desire. Craving. Longing.” I stared at her. “Especially from vampire men,” she added, stopping in her tracks, eyes cold and sharp. “The ones with quiet strength. The soft ones. The kind ones. They’re like… wine to a Velari.”

It was a good system, so good she had asked dius why others haven’t adopted this system and he said “they have little tank, all of us in big enough groups have, the reason you dont know about it is because you have been attacked by lone vampires, probably starved and at the end of their rope, unfortunately some of us still hunt like the old old days, but more and more of us are doing things like this which is why vampires have become the stuff of horror movies” dius had said “or romance” she said shaking her head “romance?” he asked looking her way

A chilling shiver went up her back. Her heartbeat accelerated thumping like a war drum in her temples as it traveled down her spine. She whirled around again looking from one suspicious shadow to another and around the alley. nothing. Nothing at all. However the instinct that had prompted her to accelerate her pace a few minutes before was now yelling in the back of her mind alerting her to the fact that she was not alone. She called her voice more firm than she had imagined Whos there?. Even from a drunk or a thief she nearly hoped for a response—something concrete to face. However the wind was the only one to respond a high-pitched whistle that seemed to mock her boldness. Her cotton glove

“We fight. She’s been promised to us. Her father signed the parchment. Once it’s verified, Adrian has no claim. He wouldn’t dare break the treaty. Not even for her.” He was trying to comfort me, to give me something to hold on to. But treaties meant little when blood ran hotter than reason. Adrian had been alive for centuries. He didn’t love—he obsessed. And when vampires fixated, they didn’t let go. Not easily. Not ever. “She might just be a passing fancy,” my wolf murmured, less certain now. “Vampires are fickle. She’ll lose her luster. He’ll move on.” But I didn’t believe that.