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My fingers flew up instinctively; they brushed over a smooth, slightly raised sigil at the center. The emblem of Blackthorn: a stylized wolf head worked in dark steel, simple but unmistakable. It lay just below his bite mark. “A collar,” I said before I could stop myself. “A sigil,” he corrected. “No Luna in this pack stands at my side without it.” My fingers traced the edge again, feeling the weight of it. “Feels like both.” “Good,” he said. “Let him see it.” “Let who see what?” I asked, even though I knew.

ELENA’S POV The white-gold luminescence of my signet ring flared frantically, reflecting off the dark pool of crimson rapidly expanding across the pristine marble floors. I buried both of my hands into Kaelen's shredded leather doublet, pressing down with the full, unmitigated weight of the Eclipse Core pulsing behind my ribs. The ancestral starlight rushed down my forearms like liquid lightning, but the black venom coating his father's execution blade had already done its work. The rot had systematically melted his internal channels down to the bone; his spiritual anatomy was completely liquefying, refusing to let my core's energy anchor.

He'd returned to the Pack at dawn and come straight here. I approached with a smile calibrated to perfection. "Busy?" I placed the documents beside him. "These need your signature. As soon as possible." The question was polite; my actions weren't optional. I flipped to the marked pages, my fingertips lingering just long enough—neither intimate nor aloof. He barely skimmed them. His pen moved without hesitation, signing page after page. Cassius Blackwood. The strokes were decisive. Unquestioning. Just like him. It was absolute trust—and complete disregard.

"They are demonstrating capability. Establishing the parameters of your helplessness before making a demand." "What demand?" Luna asked. The assassin reached into a pouch at their belt. Withdrew something small. Held it up. A coin. Or something coin-shaped. Black metal. Etched with a sigil Luna could not read from eight feet away. But her demon blood— *Recoiled.* Violently. A response so sharp and immediate it was almost painful. Like every cell that carried Kairen's heritage recognizing what that sigil represented and screaming *away* in unison.

A tremor rolls beneath it like a beast stirring in its grave. Then I see it: a mural, buried under centuries of soot. A black-eyed dragon with its mouth open wide and branded on its neck is the sigil of the Boundless. My breath catches. They were here. “You’re not supposed to be here,” I growl before I even hear his footsteps. Elen steps from the shadows like the wind itself, silent, swift and uninvited. His long braid swings down his back, and his eyes glint like forged silver.

:D Thank you for the journey, lovelies! #TheBlackShadowPackSigningOff xoxo, Cassandra M

Suyi thought that the beast she would be fighting was the same as the ones she had fought for the past few minutes. But it seemed that she was doomed to fail the very first mission she took. Although souls can no longer die except being dissolved to nothingness, against a beast, they could be captured and trapped as a source for their power. It is either you kill the beast, or the beast will suck your soul away. Right now she is fighting a beast called Cerberus, it is a giant 3 headed dog, they are strong creatures but they are not rare individuals, unlike unicorns or phoenixes and faes.

Black The Origin Chapter 28: Betrayal (2) A few hours earlier... "Nerom? Why are?" Amari still can't believe it and left standing won't be able to move an inch. "No more question. This is your trial." There is even no faint of mercy in his voice. He draws his sword pointing in Mari's direction. The Black Beast Sword was pointing at her. It was a relic given by King-Rank Swordsman. To think that his master's sword will be pointing at her is something she would never imagine.

The dark circle over his chest is black bordered by the surrounding blood with the star in its middle with 6 corners. 'OH noooo I don't know by the hands of my father but surely I will die at the hands of the Villain of the game itself as no one is alive who ever saw his tattoo!!!' 4 seconds left'FUKKKKKKEEEYOU GAMMEE~' Closing his own eyes pulled Daisuke by his neck placing his own warm lips upon the cold once. 'Please, at least I don't want to die at the hands of the character I made myself'

"I notified you I would find you if you tried to escape, yet you challenged my words and tried. Did you think I wouldn't? Oh come on, don't be daft. If you don't want anything to happen to your mother and sister, follow the men home, and prepare for the marriage. With that, I couldn't say anything to him, I guess he ended the call. Looking stupid, I gave back his phone and asked permission to collect my stuff and leave a note for Chelsea. Afterward, I followed them into a black SUV. Immediately the car pulled to a stop, I ran inside to check on them, I saw them and realized he blackmailed me. "Sweetheart, are you hurt?" My mom came to hug me. "No, I am not, how are you and Krista? Did anythi