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The weapons glowed with strange symbols. "What–" Maddie began but started to cough. Smoke had filled the room. The burning demon was still running around the diner. The other three demons were crouched, and growling like rabid dogs, their saucerlike eyes glowing with a manic light. One of them let out a loud howl like a wolf and pounced towards Cassie. She screamed and there was a sudden hot burst of light as the sword in her hand blazed up. Cassie leaped forward, sweeping her weapon at the demon, her skirt billowing behind her. In the light of the Celestial Blade, the demon’s appearance was unpleasantly visible: black, scaly skin, a gaping black hole for a mouth, bulging, orblike eyes, and

"And I'll do it in front of your precious little mate. Then, I'll rip out his broken heart that's been shattered to pieces and feast upon it. How does that sound?" I contort, fury breaking through my shirt. My wings stab forward and propel him backward. He flies across the hallway, hitting the lockers. His black shirt is ripped and in tatters. Blood dripping out. But already it's starting to heal. His blood smells like the earth where the dead lay unearthed. Damn ghoul.

A fiery trail followed his finger. To move to another world without being summoned, a half-demon would need at least forty sacrifices. Maybe less, but then you wouldn’t be able to maintain the vector. Now, look at the formulae and the parameters: speed, direction, accuracy, safety... I didn’t get a good night’s sleep, but the night was very productive. In the morning, Argadon left, taking the assassin with him, and I went to the barracks, in a very appropriate mood: sleepy, but content.

They all needed healers. Something touched his shoulder and he would have done what he could when he saw a clear symbol of death on his shoulder. He would have screamed Dilia if he didn’t feel all the pain going away. Victor stood up straight smirking at the overlord in the sky with all her focus on the creatures. Sapphire hadn’t seen that much fire, she didn’t want to remember what she just saw. That would be in her night terrors, now it was time to fight. Those things were coming again.

Originally, they planned to just raise havoc, but if their necromancer says bloodshed, then it's bloodshed. -- "You shifted," said Solana when Damian and Kiera knocked on the lair's door. The moment she saw Damian, she can't help but smirk, hardly ever a smile. She can feel that he was able to surpass his limit, his strength and speed increased. "Yep, I thought for a second that we were a goner. Thank God we are not," he said while giggling. His personality has shifted as well, he is back to his usual self which surprised Kiera. She thinks that Damian after shifting back to his human form with a behaviour change is hot.

"Watch out!" Serra shouts. The arrows hit no one but the lonely ground. Daren halted and bent down, picking up a huge rock. Suddenly, his skin started to change. Spiky solid gray matter clumped up on his skin like a protective layer and enveloped him fully. A moment after, he was like a huge moving rock. His shirt was torn and helplessly clinged on to his hard body. Daren charged and throw the rock to the winged Badblood above. The Badblood didn't see the rock and it landed on his chest. He moaned in excruciating pain and fell down to the ground, head first.

“It’s spreading. I can feel it in my veins. Please… don’t let me hurt anyone.” Kael’s heart shattered. He dropped to his knees in front of the boy who used to follow him around campus like a shadow, begging for lacrosse tips. “I’ve got you, little man. I’ve got you.” Damien appeared behind Kael, silent. Serena stood guard at the door, holding back the hallway horde with a shimmering violet barrier. Ethan’s body convulsed. His claws lengthened. The red took over completely. He lunged at Kael with a broken howl.

Damon arrived in the old mining tunnel just before midnight, alone, and with no weapons. Unlike the goblins, however, he didn't need any. As a wolf shifter, his body was a weapon, and he had every intention of using it to rip Stanley to shreds for doing this to Scar and for tormenting them both.

“I’m Damian’s son. He’ll wipe out all werewolves in Silvaton Ridge if you do…” I stalk him, fury strumming through me. “You killed young werewolves. College Students who were only relaxing. Unguarded. Tried to kill my claim. Called her a whore.” He steps back, voice breaking. “Look… look, we can talk. A compensation…My father is fucking rich.” “Where you’re going, there are no negotiations, Slake.” I grab him by the neck, lifting him from the ground. “This is for calling my claim a whore,” I say coldly, and tear his throat open. His muscles rip, veins snap, blood explodes. My venom seeps in.

It was as if Damien had raised them all from the dead and made them his own shadow soldiers. Ansel couldn't hide his fear. "Let go of me, you useless trash!" Stabbb!~ ... A long claw pierced Ansel's heart from behind, making Ansel cough and spit out fresh blood from his mouth. Stabbb!~ ... Stabbb!~ ... Stabbb!~ ... Claws, swords, daggers ... All the weapons used by Damien's shadow army which consisted of corpses of top-tier vampires pierced through Ansel's body mercilessly.