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“We’ll decide on it after my daughter’s wedding ceremony. “And they adjourned the meeting. ….. A bald demon with a human appearance was walking down the street of hell with a great demon with bat wings on his back. The bald demon was wearing a Buddhist kasaya. A Buddhist rosary was hanging on his neck as he walked with his companion. A small bowl filled with a crimson liquid was in his hands. He’ll take a sip of it occasionally while talking with the bat demon. “Amitabh donor, I always tell you to stop killing those harmless humans… when will you learn from big brother? “The bald demon said while facing the little bat guy with a Stern face as if an elder is lecturing a young one.

He nearly choked on his coffee, coughing so hard his face turned red. "I'm a Beta, Matteo, not a nanny!" he sputtered. "And from everything you've told me, those five are basically miniature werewolves with enough energy to rival an entire rogue pack during a full moon!" "And you are the strongest, most capable warrior I know," I countered smoothly, flashing a grin. Gideon groaned, wiping his chin. "You're a ruthless bastard, you know that?" He sighed, but his eyes softened. "Do what you need to do, Alpha. Bring our Luna home. We’ll keep the pups alive."

"What does it say? That looks like Latin." "It's old Norse mixed with early shifter dialects." Tracing the words, the translation formed in my mind. The Alpha bloodline came with perks, including a genetic memory for the ancient tongues. "It's called *Nattbane*. Night-bane. It’s a synthetic hybrid of pure silver nitrate and concentrated wolfsbane." "Can it be cured?"

He enlightened her. "Breed? There are breeds? Aren't you all the same?" Adrianna was dumbfounded to know that vampires have different breeds. He got up and went to grab a book from his shelves, and hand a heavy book to Adrianna. "This will help you because I am not good at explaining things and facts." Said Alaric. Her palms touched the cover of the book which looked antique and royal. She read the title 'Vamoose', called Vampire in latin. "You didn't tell me you have kids." Alaric asked her.

Verena opened up the book to show how blank it was, saying, "This would only work under the moonlight." Galen nodded, "She is right," he said. "You would be able to read it under the full moon's light." "Rena, you should-" Galen was stunned. He stopped midsentence since he realized that Verena was spacing out. She held the book Lunaria and flipped through its pages as tears started forming in her eyes. "What's wrong, Rena?" he asked. "Why are you crying?" Zoren rushed to make her face him. "What's wrong?" he rushed to ask. "Are you feeling alright? Are you hurt? What's going on? Tell me!"

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“No matter what happens, do not let go of my side.” Before she could answer, the night split open with another growl, deeper this time, closer. Something had crossed the borders. Something dark and powerful. The Nightbane had come.

I sensed a surge, Nyra's presence and pried it open. My fingers skimmed page after page until I found it. Tenebrium: The Path of the Hollow Flame. A forbidden rite calling upon celestial darkness—light tainted by loss, grief, and vengeance. This rite allows the user to trade part of their soul for immortality or control over deathless shadows. Once begun, it cannot be undone. I stared at the page, my head spinning as I went over the words again. My hand trembled as I closed the book. A cold sliver of fear slipped down my spine.

Histories, myths, philosophies—every book was a whisper of the past. Ashara’s gaze stopped on a particular section on the far wall, its books older, darker in design, and faintly ominous. Something about the curling silver script caught her attention. One of the titles read: Nocturnae Vitae: The Legacy of the Blood Born. Her breath hitched. “Vampires?” she murmured, tilting her head.

Their bodies bore tattoos and scars, their movements sharp, united. Ezra’s lips parted. This isn’t a broken pack. This is an army. "Damn!" His eyes widened in shock He crept closer, weaving between boulders, until voices drifted to him from a larger tent at the center. He strained to hear. “…the time draws near, a guttural voice growled. Lots of blood will be shed. Nightbane will fall.” Another voice hissed agreement. “Their heir grows soft. Tied down with politics and whores. He won’t see us coming.”