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With his every step getting closer to her, she felt like she was witnessing her own end coming closer to her. But her feet remained glued to the ground. His feet, which were also covered with blood, stopped right in front of her. He watched her gaze blurring with more and more tears, as she read that shade of his, which was inked with the blood of countless lives. And he had never wanted her to see this shade of his because even this part of his belonged to her. It began from her and ended on her. Just her. Cyra's glistening eyes roamed all over his body, which was covered in blood from his head to his toe. He was reeking of death.

The substance hissed and pulsed, forming writhing, living blood shadows around his hands. "Do you see this?" Tharros murmured, lifting the writhing shadows closer to Vyr’s face. The blood dark shadow sizzled, dripping like acid. "This is me showing you mercy." He tilted his head, eyes gleaming. "If I let this touch you, it will eat through your skin like fire through dry bone. And trust me, I won’t stop." This was one out of his deadly shadows. The throne room felt smaller, the walls closing in as the shadows crept closer.

So much blood, so much destruction. Shadows seeped from the darkness, like branches and vines. They reached out slithering towards the army of shifters, wrapping their tendrils around them - suffocating and squeezing the life from them. Their bodies slumped down drained and sunken from loss of substance and... Life. And those eyes, dominant and forceful, gleaming gold like nothing I have ever seen before. I can’t see the giant in my vision, a blanket of shadows covering him. All I can see is the fiery blaze in those unholy orbs.

The Blood Moon didn’t just light up the world; it stained it. A deep, rusty red filtered through the cracks in the mountain refuge, turning familiar faces into scary masks and colouring the stone floors like old blood. There was no real dawn, just a shift from dark shadows to bloody half-light.

He was watching me become a queen of shadows, not a queen of wolves. I didn't hesitate. I pressed the blade to my palm, my blood, the blood of the Shadow Queen, welling up from the cut. It was a dark, crimson color, almost black in the moonlight. I let it drip onto the ground, each drop sizzling as it hit the earth, a hiss of dark energy meeting the soil.

•|•|• It is strange that I now see the world through color since I met my Adeline. Not only the shades she paints, but the ones that form around her, visible to my eyes only. When it is Yellow, as it is usually, I am at peace and the Kingdom sleeps. But when it is red…even the leaves tremble. •|•|• [KAYOS ADREN PRIME] I pity Shade. Immensely. It is not her fault that her heart is warm and her eyes kind, or that her lips are so immaculate whenever she speaks beauty weaves between her words—words that lure the wicked and trap the cruel.

He stood tall, his eyes fixed on the encroaching shadows, as the Forest Shades encircled him with their haunting presence. Their forms were ethereal, their figures shifting and blending with the darkness. Their eyes, a piercing shade of emerald, seemed to possess a wisdom that transcended mortal understanding. Prince Edon, his heart heavy with the weight of his impending doom, knew deep within his soul that he possessed no power over the formidable Forest Shades. The realization that he might meet his end in this forbidding place filled his mind with a mixture of resignation and determination.

I’ve got nothing to lose, I’ve basically lost everything already if this doesn’t work, so fuck it. “What is your price?” I asked. “We want blood. Your blood is pure, not tainted. We don’t want it all, but we want some.” They hissed. Blood? That’s it? I was expecting much worse than a little blood. Hell, I lose blood at every ritual, and every time Ramses decides to sink his fangs into me. Blood was nothing to me. I looked around and broke a low hanging tree branch off, taking the jagged end of the branch and slicing my hand open. The Shadows instantly surrounded my hand, greedily sucking the blood from it, while the ones on the ground lapped up any that spilled.

The rose tattoo carried or rather held a shade of my personality in the color 'RED', exploring the blood and emotional part of me and most especially the undeniable 'LOVE' which was the main reason I kept running this race in hopes I would reach the finish line soon, my own tracks, my own rules! Now my long blond hair dyed 'BLUE', was carrying a whole different shade of my personality. I'm not sure yet what part of me it held yet but maybe probably the cold and resilient part, the wavy yet stable part and the undiscovered part, maybe it will be discovered when I finally reach the finish line, the finish line when I avenge my Father's death!. This is the beginning of a whole new ME!. "I AM KA

“You look like hell.” Enzo huffed a quiet laugh. “And you look like you haven’t slept.” “I haven’t.” His eyes darkened. “Nightmares?” She hesitated, then nodded. “I keep seeing it. The blood, the bodies… Diego.” She wrapped her arms around herself. “It doesn’t feel real.” Enzo leaned back in his chair, studying her. “It is.” She crossed the room, sitting on the edge of his desk. “Your men lost faith in you.”