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she said as she cried and hid herself in a dark corner but she knew that that was just useless. “Don’t be nervous my dear. We who have the Erebus blood in our veins have a secret. “Which secret?” Leila asked with confusion and curiosity in her eyes. “Have you ever noticed that your blood is black?” Oizys said shocking Leila as she had never cared so much about what color her blood was but she clearly remembered that when Elana was stabbed, her blood wasn’t as red as other people’s blood as it was rather darker than usual but still had some purplish in it.

The rusted iron shard bit into the obsidian dais with a shriek of tortured metal, sending a spray of gold-flecked sparks dancing across the silver-mercury floorboards. Leo didn't look up. He didn't flinch as the First Omega’s shadow swept over him, a cold, clinical weight that turned the air in his lungs to liquid nitrogen. The lunge of the goddess didn't end in a strike; it ended in a suspension.

Just a symbol on the cover. A crescent moon wrapped around a broken crown. The same symbol that burns on Lyra's wrist. I take the book off the shelf. It is heavier than it looks. I carry it to the small table in the center of the room and open it. The pages are not paper. They are vellum. Treated with silver dust and moonflower oil. The words are written in blood ink. The blood of the first Moon Queen herself. I have read this book a thousand times. Every word is burned into my memory.

Elara’s POV I lunged. Dorian didn’t move. He didn’t have to. The ground cracked beneath us as the Owlshard flashed—silver turning red in a blink, like it knew what night it was. We were in front of a building that led into his pack and it looked to be tightly shut. I was thankful for that. No interferences. The Blood Moon had risen. I felt it before I saw it. And it scared the shit out of me. There have been so much propechies about this night, that it made feel like this night was a cursed one.

When I came to, I was bound to a stone altar, wrists tied so tight I couldn't move, a cloth stuffed in my mouth so I couldn't call out. The blood-drawing was agony. Divine blood is a god's source of power: it's like being stabbed in the chest over and over, and having the wounds held open. I fought until the ropes cut deep enough into my wrists to draw blood, until I had nothing left to fight with. The blood left too fast. My consciousness began to slip. They left me at the base of Olympus.

“Then we’ll give them something else to fear.” Darius crossed his arms. “You’re not alone anymore, Ava. Let the gods tremble.” Marcus gave a slow nod. “Let them come.” The seer placed a gentle hand on Ava’s shoulder. “Then it begins. The countdown to the blood moon. The war of old blood and new.” Ava looked toward the dark sky beyond the chamber’s stone ceiling, her eyes steady, her voice clear. “Let the gods watch. I was born of dusk and twin blood… but I will rise as something they never foresaw.”

As secrets surface and desire ignites, she’s caught between a man she should fear and a passion she can’t ignore. The deeper she falls into Alexander’s world, the harder it becomes to tell whether he’s her captor… or her only chance at survival. Dark. Addictive. Explosive. Blood & Oath is a gripping mafia romance about loyalty, revenge, and a love so fierce it might just destroy them both.

Then she was shoved out of the way and a girl that was behind Athena took the blow and fell to the ground covered in blood; the wolf wore an evil grin and I charged at him, once I heard Athena scream and cry; it broke my heart, this girl must have meant something to her and he almost succeeded in killing my mate, I tackled him from behind and grabbed his throat in my jaws and ripped his vocal cords out, as the blood gushed from his throat, the light in his eyes went out and I had blood on my midnight black snout and I turned and darted back to Athena and changed back into human form, I had to pull her away from the little girl and I signalled Jackson and one of the other men from our pack to

“I can feel it. It’s calling me. The Moon wants me to finish what my bloodline began.” “What does that mean?” She met his gaze, fear flickering beneath the defiance. “It means it wants me to merge with it. To become the vessel it’s been waiting for.” Zevran’s hand tightened on his sword. “Then it’s not getting you.” A faint, bitter smile touched her lips. “You can’t fight the Moon, Zevran.” “Watch me.” Before she could answer, the ground shuddered. The air split with a sound like cracking glass. From the center of the courtyard, a pillar of crimson light burst upward, and the shadow within it began to take form — massive, skeletal, wearing a thousand faces of despair.