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“Hell, they won’t even need to do much. They won’t lose enough men for it to be called a war. The perfect word for it would be massacre. And it would be them do we need to us by luring us to places we can’t survive. That is the curse of a vampire.” I pointed at them. “That is the curse of a Nocturi.” I walked back towards my throne and sat down quietly, my eyes dark with anger. “Now, you have my permission. Give me better ideas on how we can get this girl here. She’s the solution to half our problems and threatening war as a way to get her back would only be a silly joke from us. However, if we can lure her here, Kerman will not be able to do anything about it.”

“Thought you didn’t crave blood.” There was a bit of humor in his voice. A lot of vampires will drink the blood of their lovers during sex for an even more intense orgasm. However, they weren’t usually human so there aren’t any risks. Tessa was different; I could have killed her. I had never done that before out of fear that I would take it too far. But I couldn’t resist her; especially when she asked so sweetly. “I don’t,” I told him with finality. “But Tessa’s different…”

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

She pouted then trudged out of the room. Nadia widened her eyes as the man came closer to her. He lifted his own wrist to his mouth and chomped down. The sound of breaking skin sent a cringing shiver down her spine. Blood pooled from the prick and Damon offered her his wrist. Nadia instantly shook her head. “You’re delusional.” She retorted. Damon furrowed his brows. “Vampire blood heals little wolf.” He urged his wrist forward for her to take. “I’m not drinking that.” She pursed her lips.

To him, the moment had frozen and he could take a breath but in a real sense, he was busy using Lyzia and her siblings to tear Emilio apart to avenge Syvan's mother. Syvan occupied his mind. The attraction he felt drawing him to his vampire grew stronger by the minute. The vampire was like a drug. With each second that they were close, Daylen got addicted. It was the only thing that crisscrossed his mind all day and night. His savior.

“Fine. Come in.” The compound was surprisingly well-fortified for a rogue base. Clearly, Lucian had built something more organized than just a band of exiled mutts. Inside, I was offered a seat, and someone poured foul-smelling alcohol into a rusted cup. I forced myself to sip. It burned like acid. “So?” Lucian grunted, leaning forward. “What do you want?” I leaned closer, lowering my voice. “Alpha Victor of the Blood Moon Pack is preparing to attack the vampire lands. I thought you might be interested in helping… to settle some old scores.”

“He works for Cumberbatch and she knows all the Overlords. That’s why the fucker is silent.” The pale-skinned vampire with a skull-like face snorted at Lykoan. “I’m afraid of no one.” He spat on the floor and enunciated, “I’m the motherfucker that plays over other motherfuckers, you motherfucker. You don’t get shit out of me!” "Enough." My deep, irritated voice echoed through the room followed by two loud cracks from T-Rex’s gun. The vampire’s head snapped backwards as blood sprayed across the floor before his body slumped forward, letting gravity complete his journey to the ground. Likewise, Synmour's death followed. Ray-Hart severed their heads from their bodies to ensure they stayed dead.

-Amy -Augustus called her back to the present, for she had been staring at the bat that disappeared among the trees -he will come back, for the love of both of you. -I hope so, because otherwise I'll go after him and kill him- he joked in a serious tone. As an expert hunter, minutes later Marcus had returned with an 'improvised plate' - a piece of tree, surely he had 'shaped' it with his own claws to resemble a plate and filled it with blood. Marcus knelt beside Soraia and placed the container in front of her face lifted by Amy, so that she could smell the bittersweet, warm, fresh scent of the blood. As soon as she did, she slowly regained her senses and with the help of her friend and Augus

"Follow me wolves, we are heading to the woods." Mr Derek said and stormed out of the office followed by Mr Damon and finally the wolves leaving only Emma in the office. "Finally, it's happening." She whispered with a smirk plastered on her lips. . . . SECLUDED AREA. A huge black wolf and a vampire were lying on the floor almost lifeless and a huge beast stood few metres away from them. "Now, I'm going to kill you first." Lord Voldemort thundered in his beastly form as he grabbed hold of Dorian neck and began draining the life outta from him.

He led the fight, showing unwavering determination and guided his pack with bravery and skill. In the midst of the chaos, a vampire pounced on Tyler, sinking its teeth deep into his flesh. Pain shot through his body as the venom spread, threatening to take over. His vision blurred, and he staggered back, holding onto his wound. A female Omega, witnessing the attack, quickly slaid the vampire. She hurried to Tyler's side, her eyes filled with fear and worry. "General! No!" she cried out, her voice desperate. She reached out to him, her touch gentle but urgent.