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Seething red, Raziah bit the arms of Amaya hard, the one she used at pointing. Flinging little Raziah to the ground, Amaya raised one of her legs and kicked Raziah, hard, drawing blood out from her mouth. Mary cried seeing her child getting injured and being powerless as the demon ra.ped her. The scent of her blood stopped Dark right on his tracks and he raised his head up from one of the ladies bre.ast to see the owner of the blood.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

She smiles big and happy. "At last, you're here," Occisor says, crossing his arms, at the entrance of the hall. Mary, still smiling, looks at Occisor. "Apparently your hunt was a big success." "Don't talk nonsense. I just didn't…" The conversation is interrupted by the loud sound that echoes from Bloodstain's belly. She feels her entire face burn. Mary now pays more attention to the girl. Her body is way too thin and she has some big scars on her shoulders.

The loss of blood bothers me. “Is that a wound made by a silver bullet?” Ralf asks. Being part vampire, I am immune to silver, but it is not something I can brag about. “Do you know how to take a bullet out?” I ask Ralf. “I do,” the female says. “What's your name?” I ask. “I am Mara.” “I am Elena.” I can tell she is not a werewolf, so I hand over a knife. “Make it quick,” I say. I bite on a stick while Mara takes the bullet out. The loss of blood makes me dizzy and awakens my vampiric side. Fuck!

I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!” Rowan grinned, saying mockingly, “I look forward to your return, your majesty!” As soon as his words fell off his mouth, his arm swiftly and accurately pierced my chest, precisely digging out my heart. Blooms of blood appeared on the bed sheet, like some kind of cruel artwork. “Moon Goddess, please give me a chance to be reborn!” I silently pleaded, just before my heart was harvested. At this moment, the dazzling full moon suddenly emitted a blinding white light.

"They were... too many... couldn't... fight... They took her... to their... lair... deep in the... woods..." Sarah's grip tightened on his arm, her voice pleading. "Please, tell us more. Any details you can remember." The escort's breathing grew shallow. His strength was waning. "I... I tried to fight... but they... overpowered me... Lily... brave... she fought... too... They... knocked her... unconscious... took her away... Please... save her..." Aunt Belinda's voice trembled. "We will, I promise. But first, can you describe the vampires? Anything that could help us identify them?"

I pushed myself off the door frame and took a step toward him. "So, is this what you do to your victims?” I pressed. “You put them under your control and then kill them? Well, Darick, you can shove that stupid blood oath up your ass and go to hell! You are barbaric.” This clearly made him angry. Good. He deserved to feel half of what I was. "You don't know what you're talking about. You know nothing about me," he growled. "I know you are the leader of the Blood Brother's mafia, a gang of vampires, and I now understand why you're called Darick the Bloodthirsty," I replied, pointing to the bite mark on my neck.

She nodded and listened to what Eleanor said. "So, how do I know if that person is a vampire or not?" asked Leora. Eleanor sighed deeply. "Can't be exposed to the sun. Even if he can, he won't stand it too long. The power will be absorbed and can even burned," Eleanor replied. "How if I'd have met him in a shady place?" asked Leora again. "If you encounter all the strangeness that is not commonly possessed by humans. It could be that he is a vampire," Eleanor replied, looking at her granddaughter. Leora nodded in understanding. She also tried to remember who would have that such a characteristic.

May gestured for them to sit before she began the story. "When the vampire's mate died, we were not the first place he came to because he was afraid that we would turn him away. Because when he eventually came, he tried to sweet talk us with his words, saying how wonderful and great our powers are. Scarlet's told him they will help him but a ritual had to be done first." Mary paused.

Her hand catches the corner of her folder and pulls down her sleeve revealing a very dark and unflattering mark on her creamy skin. I have to focus on pushing my wolf down from the surface. Someone has hurt what's ours, and it's fresh from the way she starts rubbing it pulling her sleeve down making sure it stays covered. I can feel my wolf rattling my cage. He wants to go up to her, sweep her up off the floor and claim her as his in front of everyone. Though I'm pretty sure the tiny human girl would definitely bolt before I'd even get close enough.