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The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

I responded firmly. “And I'm telling you she knows nothing if she thinks you started the fire. You and I both know that's not how it happened—” “You're not getting the point, Carly. If China tells her version of what happened to Principal Hai, I could get killed!” I said, cutting her off. “Don't be silly, Ella. Everyone knows a tribrid can only be killed by an oak wood plunged into their heart.” Carly responded confidently but I shook my head.

I said, gesturing to the large roof-to-floor height window, “I built this great empire, I wouldn't mind burning everything and everyone with it to the ground if I'm not providing with the very last bloodline of my murder. I really regret letting someone who shouldn't be here stay. Everyone in the small peaceful family will pay for the deceitful love their foremother showed me. Through the window, they could all see their home burn. Yes, this revenge would thrust like a fresh sweet wine. Cheers to sweet reprisal. “Please master,” One amongst the high howlers who was brave enough spoke, “ Please I beg of you, show mercy on us, we know nothing of how badly our ancestors have treated you,” “That

I yelled furiously as he kept walking away but he halted at a distance and turned his face back at me "Yep, just like you ruined everything for me" My nose flared in fury ,my blood boiling even more as I saw that taunting smirk on his stupid face "Ah-ah come now Beth ,did you really think you were going fuck me up and I won't do anything about that huh? See , your problem is that you turn to forget who the fuck I am but it's okay I'll keep on reminding you..I don't mind" Who the fuck are you? Bitch I made you what you are. You were nothing before me

Like saying it out loud is its own kind of relief. "Don't talk," I say. I put my hands on him. The Moonblood knows what to do. I don't have to direct it or manage it or be afraid of it. It moves through me the way it has been waiting to move — not forced, not pushed, simply allowed. It finds the powder's trace in his blood the way light finds the edges of things in a dark room. Not by force. By nature. By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden.

Then, he stretched out his hand into the void and called forth the first fire of humanity. Oliver grit his teeth together, grunting with exertion, as the primeval fire was slow to bend to his will. He gathered up his reserves and focused all of his strength on the energy dancing in front of him. You will obey me! He shouted from within. Agonizingly slow, the fire began to tilt towards his hand. The moment the first flames reached across the darkness and touched his fingertips, an overwhelming surge of energy raced through his body like a shot of adrenaline straight to his heart.

CHAPTER 45 — BLOOD OF MY BLOOD, ASH OF MY ASH (Full-Length | 2,000+ words | High-tension, emotional, brutal, explosive) The ringing in Riven’s ears was a solid, disorienting wall of noise. It swallowed everything—the fire, the collapsing steel, and the echo of the explosion still rippling out into the night. Smoke burnt his lungs as he pushed himself up on shaking arms, coughing hard enough to taste blood.

My instincts screamed at me to turn back, but I ignored them. I reached out. The second my fingers brushed the book’s surface, a violent shudder tore through me. The world around me vanished. Fire. The vision struck hard and fast, like a blade to my mind. I saw flames swallowing the land, smoke choking the sky, the ground trembling beneath the weight of something monstrous. Shadows moved through the fire, writhing, shifting, forming grotesque shapes—creatures unlike anything I had ever seen. Wolves fought against them, their howls lost in the chaos. A battlefield soaked in blood.

Chips of stone flew everywhere, cutting into my skin. Even as his weight shielded me from the debris, I felt nothing but a fierce, burning revulsion. I didn't want his protection. I wanted to push him off, wanted to scream at him to get away from me, but the roar of the gunfire drowned out everything. Dante rolled, firing upward again. Another grunt of pain echoed from above, followed by the heavy thud of a body tumbling down the steps. But there were more coming. I could hear the heavy boots on the roof above. They were bottlenecking us.

Tears of gratitude welled in her eyes as she rushed towards them, their embrace a testament to their shared survival. In the aftermath of the explosion, the group stood together, their bodies trembling with a mixture of shock and disbelief. They stared at the remnants of the house, the fire still crackling and devouring what was left. It was a scene of destruction, a visual representation of the evil they had fought against.