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She smiled, "I hope he'll be fine." "Damn you bitch! Oh well, I'll just make a used of you." That was the last word that she heard before she passed out due to blood loss. END OF CHAPTER 18

The steps acted like blunt weapons, battering my spine and limbs over and over. Finally, I landed heavily on the marble floor of the first floor. A tearing pain ripped through my abdomen, as if something was being forcibly stripped from my body. A stream of warm liquid flowed down my legs, staining the expensive carpet red. Blood. So much blood. "What happened?!" The study door burst open, and Gavin and Kalen rushed out. Seeing me lying in a pool of blood, Gavin's pupils constricted violently. "Ivy!" He rushed over, intending to pick me up.

I gripped the sink and leaned forward until my forehead nearly touched the glass. Then the first mouthful of blood hit. Thick, metallic. I spat it into the basin, crimson streaks splattering porcelain like paint on snow. Another wave came almost instantly, forcing me to my knees. My body shook with the effort to hold it in, to not wake him with the sound. “Fuck…” My voice cracked against the tiles.

Book 2: Crown of Shadows Chapter 48: The Nightmare The dream began with the taste of copper pennies on her tongue. Xalara found herself standing in a corridor that stretched impossibly far in both directions, lit by torches that flickered with flames the color of dried blood. The walls wept—actually wept—thick, dark tears that pooled at her bare feet and soaked between her toes with warmth that made her skin crawl.

she said, reaching for the ledger. The moment her fingers touched the cover, pain lanced through her hand. She gasped, jerking back, but it was too late. Blood welled from a tiny cut on her palm, a cut that hadn't been there before, and dripped onto the ledger's cover. The book absorbed the blood like parched earth drinking rain, then it began to glow. Silvercrest runes materialized across the cover, shifting and rearranging themselves. With a soft click, the book fell open to the first page.

Trigger Warning: This chapter includes sensitive content that may be distressing to some readers. Please proceed with caution. *********** NAYLA’S POV. While sitting and waiting for the clerk to arrive, I felt warm liquid gushing down my legs slowly. Panic surged through me as I glanced down and saw the unmistakable red staining my clothes. My heart raced, and suddenly, the world around me felt like it was spinning. “No, no, no! This can’t be happening! Oh! My goodness! No!” I said, breathlessly as I began to panic.

They waited to see what’s gonna happen. “See, nothing happened. I told you guys it was just a fearless game” she said. “Yeah, it’s still creepy to me. It came all the way from the water and it’s f*cking dry inside. How is that even possible?” One of the girls yelled and stood up. She was packing her things. She wanted to leave as soon as possible. “Hold on, I thought we would spend the night here?” Emma asked. “Not anymore. Haven’t you seen in movies and books when some teenagers uncover some hidden truth behind a book or break a spell? I don’t want that to happen to me. I’m leaving, who’s coming with me?”

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

I gasped, clutching my chest as I fought for air that would not stay in my lungs. “Miss?” Thraia’s voice sharpened in panic. I turned to her, but her face had already begun to blur at the edges. “Thraia...” I heard myself whisper. A brutal pressure surged upward from my stomach. I slapped a hand over my mouth. Too late. Something hot spilled through my fingers. I looked down. Blood. My knees buckled, and I caught the edge of the table just as another gush forced itself from my throat, thicker this time, accompanied by pain so savage it felt as though my insides were being torn apart one organ at a time.

With the lives that will link from one person to another, shall HE say? “Let’s begin with the first chapter of this book.” With a snap from HIM that echoes and engulfs everything for a second into the darkness. The light of the tainted red blood moon is eminent into the hour and supposed to be the time of the early day. To the time that freezes, the people that are taken into a full stop from the disaster that they escape unto the nick of their hair. The surroundings and everything around that are tainted with the mix of black and red from the family line that drops within it. She is somehow frozen in place, back unto the wall, eyes that can see everything as she took the cloth out from the