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His eyes flickered with a dangerous glint as he nodded in agreement, his voice dripping with dark enthusiasm. "You shall have what you desire, dear Helen," Jackson whispered, relishing in the anticipation of his wicked desires being fulfilled. "A young blood will be yours, for it is a small price to pay for the power that awaits me. All will happen on the night of the red moon ceremony." "The most holy yet the most dangerous night of the year." Helen said as a dark smirk adorned her face. She was planning something for that day for herself which is why she needs young blood and Jackson was the best supplier.

A giant, dark tower was rising out of the earth where there had been none before. ​"The Pale King," Kael whispered, his grip tightening on his sword. "He didn't wait for your blood. He’s started the ritual without it." ​Seraphina looked at her hands. The violet glow was fading, replaced by a sharp, angry red. ​"He's not using my blood," she said, her voice turning cold. "He’s using the souls of the village. My village.

Like something deep beneath the foundation had started to wake, and it didn’t know whether to stretch or scream. I reached into my trunk and pulled out my satchel of ward tools: chalk, silver thread, salt-stone beads, and my notebook. This job was already messier than it looked. And it looked damn messy. But I was here now. Contract-bound. Fully paid. Ready to unravel whatever the hell kind of curse, seal, or secret was bleeding through the leyline web of this ancient vampire lair. I just hoped Lord Eternal Gloom would get around to introducing himself before something exploded.

Silas needed help. Adonis snarled, his voice sharp over the roaring wind. “What do you need?” “Blood,” Silas rasped, barely able to lift his head. “Powerful blood. Give me enough, I can seal it.” Lucien didn’t hesitate. He bit into his wrist, letting his ancient blood pour into Silas’s mouth. The witch coughed, but drank greedily. Rio followed, then Adonis, then Claude. Their potent, centuries-old blood seared through Silas’s veins like wildfire.

I scream, reaching for him. But he's already changing. The Bloodwraith erupts from him in broad daylight, shadows exploding outward with enough force to knock Pyra back several feet. His eyes blaze red-silver, and when he speaks, his voice is layered with a dozen echoes. "You dare threaten what's mine?" He moves faster than thought, closing the distance to Pyra before she can react. His clawed hand closes around her throat, lifting her off the ground like she weighs nothing. "Kael, don't!" I shout. "Don't kill her!"

holy shit. Immediately I jumped from my seat and faced the three people. "Guys I think I might have a theory." I smile at them cheery. They all started and me, almost telling me to explain. "Richard is a Lycan." I bite my lip and wait for someone to speak. "Anna Lycans are extinct." Jackson pipes up. I rolled my eyes and ran to Tyler's office. After scanning the bookshelves I found a book about Lycan history. I snatched it off the shelf and ran back to the living room. When I entered the room everyone's eyes shot to me.

"I'll tell you what comes after what you just read." Sarah immediately nodded, then told Sorin the translation of the Romanian Cyrillic Alphabet that she had read. "At a time when mortals and blood drinkers alike soar the skies, and wars are fought with fire, a blood drinker's silver blood will unite with the blood of its origin and the blood of its sworn enemy-the shape-shifter's. A child of the red, silver, and earth blood shall be born.”

But mostly because Avisa Photim didn’t seem to want to stop attacking Jason Stoker, and many wondered why Jason wanted to kill Avisa, was it because of the powerful siren’s blood that ancient vampires used to make them stronger. While the kings argue people watch as Avisa pick Jason up before strangling him, “tell me now little prince why did you sneak up on me?” Ophelia and Dean had rushed to Avisa’s side to stop her from killing Jason, “Avisa don’t, not here, not right now,” Dean pleads his voice a bit faint and less determined, it surprised Avisa how he was not like his usually bold self. “Kyrtos Photim tell your daughter to let my son go,” Penelope screams as she watched her son’s face t

To make me bleed to death as vengeance for all the people killed by my kind? His eyes bored into mine, then his lips touched mine, stealing my breath away, and even though I was frightened, I could still feel his touch wakening a familiar hunger in the pit of my stomach as I gave into the kiss, but then before it even started, his lips left mine again. I watched a little dazed, as he drew blood from his own palm with his claws, then he stepped closer. There was slight compassion in his eyes, but almost immediately, they faded and his eyes were terrifyingly cold once again, then he placed his palm over my neck. PERCY

With each step, the distance between them shrank. “Orian, I’ll make your entire family pay!” His presence was as chilling as the night sea breeze. Orian showed no fear, clutching the urn tightly. He suddenly hurled it at Percival, catching everyone off guard. Percival saw it but didn’t dodge. The urn hit his forehead, narrowly missing his eyes. Blood trickled down, stinging his already sore eyes, blurring his vision. Percival wavered, bloodied eyes glaring like a demon from hell.