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A lump rose in my chest, everything suddenly becoming too overwhelming for me to breath. “Then you planned all of this,” I murmured, more to myself than him. The tears burned at the back of my eyes “Marrying me, keeping me under your control. It was never to protect me. It was always about her. I was just your prey you had always craving to tear apart” Elijah didn’t deny it. Instead, he took another slow, deliberate step toward me. “You finally understand. You finally get me” his lips stretched into a sly smile. A terrifying one.

“I’m about to cum.” I warned her, my voice strained with urgency as I felt my climax building within me. But instead of pulling away, she held me in place, her eyes locked on mine filled with desire, her mouth hungry for my climax, her tongue swirling around me, driving me closer and closer to the edge. With a primal roar, I let go, my body convulsing with pleasure as the orgasm tore through me like a raging fire. “Oh Fuck!” I growled, each burst of cum filling her mouth with hot, pulsating bursts of ecstasy.

The sharp sting of alcohol and the lingering scent of gunpowder clung to Michael’s blazer. On a private pier hidden from any police radar, Michael stood with a cold, imposing presence. Before him, dozens of wooden crates bearing the eagle insignia were being hoisted into a massive container ship. "Has everything been inspected?" Michael asked, a cigarette dangling from his lips. "Yes, Master. Thirty sets of high-voltage gear, fifty pistols, and the 'flour' requested by the Black Lions are in the lower hold. Everything is clean," one of his men reported with a low bow.

My jaw is shaking so hard my teeth click together, the sound amplified by the dead, suffocating silence in the room. The darkness is absolute, but I can hear everything now. The floorboards in the hallway downstairs are letting out these tiny, agonizing groans under the weight of tactical boots. The distinct, grease-slicked slide-click of an assault rifle being cocked echoes right up the stairwell. There are men in our kitchen. Men tracking mud onto the linoleum where I watched Kain fry eggs just five hours ago.

1 — Prey Blood It waited to kill. On the sun-baked dry sand, hiding in the blades of the thin yellow grass, it laid. Waiting. Through its lacerating fur it could sense the vibrations being transmitted. Though they were still far off, the creature could sense it, distinctly and precisely. The rabbit sat in a reasonable distance from the creature, unaware it was about to meet its abrupt end. The creature's eyes glowed on its target, determining not only its direction and speed of movement, but also its weight. Every predator knew that weight was of cardinal importance when it came to their prey. The rabbit was fat. And so the creature readied itself. Giving chase meant a loss of energy that it

I mumble. "Why? You heard Richard clearly, a war is going to happen and if what he says is true then you should probably eat a lot in advance because you would probably not have enough time to eat once the war begins." Brandon says. I release a heavy sigh, I hope this war does not happen. I have never witnessed one before but I have heard stories of how dangerous it is. People literally lose their lives and there are seldom any survivors from the war.

-Vampires- The vampires in this book are immortals and they look for royal blood to get more powerful and have the ability to revive themselves whenever they want to. They also get the ability to control people and hypnotize them if they get royal blood and end their lives with just a bite for it makes their bites poisonous. -Werewolves-

In front of me stood five men, accompanied by two large, wild-looking wolves with patches of black fur. Their clothes were tattered, washed out, and full of holes. …Rogues? I swallowed hard, shuffling back on the ground, my instinct urging me to flee from them as soon as I could. The men stared at me as if I were their next meal. The wolves were thin, but four times larger than any wolf I had seen in my life. Their gazes dripped with bloodthirst/

Oak said. “Yeah. That’ll be an awesome idea,” Rowan added. “Number one rule: always treat newcomers friendly. We need this skill to manage our pack efficiently,” Ash said to the teacher. The teacher looked convinced, and happy at them. He nodded his head in agreement and returned to his office. Oak’s phone rang. It was his father, Ethan. They had a conversation on the phone, which I couldn’t hear. He dropped the call and looked at me in disgust after a few seconds of the dropped call.