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"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

came the authoritative voice from within, and I pushed the door open, stepping into the room. Elder Seraphina was seated behind a wooden desk, her eyes focused on a pile of ancient scrolls. Her long, silver hair cascaded down her back, and her fingers were adorned with intricate rings. She looked up, her piercing blue eyes meeting mine, and a faint smile graced her lips. “Agnes,” she greeted me, her voice holding a hint of warmth. “What brings you here today?” I approached her desk, my hands slightly trembling. “Elder Seraphina, I wanted to inquire about the update on my ascension as Supreme Sorcerer. It has been a long time since I began my training.”

Isolde and Selene both staggered, their duel torn apart by the shockwave. At the center of it all lay Serena. Her body glowed—not shadow, not silver, but both at once. --- Transformation The First Howl staggered, wounded. Black veins spread from its mouth where it had bitten her, shadow poisoning its silver purity. It howled, the sound breaking the clouds above, and stumbled back. From the abyss, Fenris roared, chains snapping so loudly the air itself cracked. And Serena… Serena rose. Her hair streamed with violet and silver threads, her skin glowing with fissures of shadow and light. When she opened her eyes, gasps rang across the battlefield.

“Touch her… and you die.” Zayn’s eyes narrowed. “If it saves the realm, I’ll cut her down.” The tension snapped, both men’s power flaring, flames clashing, the abyss trembling under the collision. And in the center of it, Sera broke. Her scream wasn’t human anymore. Her back arched, her arms outstretched as if crucified by invisible chains. Her body hovered off the ground, the crown embedding itself deeper into her skull, blood running like molten fire down her temples.

Bethel sounded almost deranged. Seraphina looked from Bethel to Rose and Melanie who were all stood waiting. Seraphina felt her cheeks flush under their stares and then slowly started to pull the arms of her dress down to reveal the large silver dragon that started on her left shoulder and gradually made its way across her chest, stopping slightly before where her Dhampir markings sat.

“Victor’s former war captain. Thought dead after the Romano purge.” Mara’s voice was grim. “He’s alive. And he’s not hiding anymore.” Serena didn’t hesitate. “Then neither will I.” --- The sky was streaked with crimson and gray, the colors of war. Serena walked through the villa’s halls fully dressed in armor—sleek black leather that moved like second skin. Twin pistols were strapped to her thighs, her mother’s dagger riding at her hip. No crown. No veil. No silk. Only fire.

A silhouette breaks through the line of guards dashing toward us with a dagger held aloft. Victoria. Her eyes appear untamed. Her hair is messy. She seems savage. “Cease the ceremony," she screams. ". I’ll finish her off first.” All occurrences take place simultaneously. Marcus yells. The guards advance. Damon bellows. And Victoria barrels toward me, dagger glowing with silver light.

She is really strange. ✍️Authoress Ricky ✍️ To be continued... Bursted...Is Vendetta using scope now? Like, comments and comments to read next episode

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I silently materialized and pull Axar to me, so he cannot see what I know is about to happen. Sera continues this weird spastic battle, body jerking as her control goes back and fourth. Tears coat her face as she relents and dips her head to Barima's. Her long forked tongue slips out and laps the blood from Barima's temple. She involuntarily moans and a light rumble breaks her chest. Barima's terror fills the air around us as she realizes her mistake. Sera might be a half breed, but she is the Devil we don't know. She has underestimated her and pushed too far.