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Kiefer and Vladimir were both distracted from their fight because their people are slowly losing consciousness and are decreasing because some of them are dying. Rosita was still fighting so hard not to turn into a vampire while she was enduring the pain she was feeling on the inside. She was thinking of what she should do and thought about removing the venom on her body while she is conscious. Rosita shakingly raised her arms towards her face and was grunting in pain as sharp objects felt like it was being stabbed into her body. She doesn’t know if that was a sprain, but it felt like one as she teared up before deciding to remove the venom.

A puddle has formed around him, and shards of glass pierce most of his skin and torso. Both she and Johnny almost faint right there. The cups fall. Because the woman lying dead on the ground is Rosita Dolorez.

"Is it true that we won't survive if the werewolves succeed? What if we don't have something to save our vampire land? Will they destroy our kind?" Rosaline was a young woman and the only surviving witch who had entered the Dark Shadow Coven after the War of Dark. Her long white hair was tied back into braids so fine they looked like strands of silk floating through the air. Her eyes glittered like polished emeralds as she stared at Ace Denzell. She sat on an intricately carved stone bench and waited for him to answer her question. "A third body has just been found in Nagosia forest," she said.

I spat, voice cracking. Rosita's smile didn’t return this time. "This isn't about trust anymore" She turned from me, walking slowly back toward the center of the room, steps calm, casual, too casual, "It's about results" And then she turned on her heels. “You can let me walk out of here with the launch codes, and I’ll order my people to release your daughters. Or…” her lips curved faintly, "...try to stop me and give my people time to slaughter your children when I don’t call back. And if I don't walk out without the launch code? Well--"

Her voice was soft, almost tearful. Silas immediately stood up. "Don't be scared, I'll be right there." I grabbed the corner of his coat. "Silas, I'm not done talking to you—" "We'll talk another time. Wynter's alone, I can't leave her like that." He pulled his coat free and walked out without looking back. After he left, I asked the nurse to check the condition of that rich tycoon's daughter. As expected, she had been given Silas' new drug. In three months, her condition had stabilized, and she was already living a normal life.

The Man Who Should Be Dead (Rosette’s Point of View) Rosette felt the world tilt beneath her feet. The streetlights flickered faintly above, but the glow seemed distant, unreal. All she could see was the man walking toward them. Tall. Calm. Unhurried. Rael Khalid. Alive. Her fingers trembled slightly at her sides. She clenched them into fists, forcing herself to stay steady. This can’t be real. In her previous life, Rael had died.

“One was sent to Zaria and when I figured it out, I went to confront him. Why wait until now to reiterate? I need to know the truth, Father, why did Zaria leave me after everything?” Richard exhaled sharply. “Son. You weren't supposed to be attached… “ Suddenly, the hospital room door creaked open slightly. Grace turned quickly. “She’s awake,” she whispered. Rosita lay against white pillows, pale but alive. Her dark hair spread over the fabric like ink. The machines beside her beeped steadily. Her eyes were open. Surprisingly z they were soft and searching. Searching for who exactly? “Renzo…” she whispered. I slipped my hands into my pockets as I approached her bed. “Ciao, mamma,” I greeted

I didn't need to be told that he was dead. He looked and felt very dead. His throat was obviously torn out. And beside him were two smaller forms. One was Rosa who was still lying there. But she had collapsed. And she was not moving. The other was a Lycan wolf. I knew that wolf. Ronan.

Through the window, I watched the old man walk away, coughing into his sleeve. *He's a kind man. But kindness won't save him.* *The flu itself doesn't kill. It just makes people's bodies weak. Then the zombie virus moves in and takes over.* I started the engine. *Three days until Doomsday. I need to spend my last money now.* --- The bell above the door jingled as I walked into Summit Outdoors, the biggest sporting goods store in the area. I headed straight to the back wall, where rows of tools hung on hooks.

Edward caught her, his arms wrapping around her, his face twisted with fury I had never seen before. I saw Ryan standing at a spot near the edge of the hall. What was strange was that as a monster approached him, a single hole appeared in its stomach, and it dropped dead. His hands were clean. He wasn't even holding a weapon. Lindsey's scream brought me back. I turned to see Ophelia had gathered hot water and towels—how sensible of Katherine to have prepared them. Ophelia was the only one with experience in childbirth. She knelt beside Lindsey, her voice calm, steady.