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I promised. And it is a promise I intend to keep. TBC Don't forget to click on my book HiS LITTLE MINIONS Here's a sneak peek Chapter 1 Men, Huge In-between~ Cassandra "Hmm. I've always wondered about Greek Gods and the Plutonian's men with coçk so huge they'll destroy your pússy as they thrust into you with deep strokes, eliciting dark pleasures and desire so raw, you'd see stars." My best friend said, flipping the pages of her book.

The thick, dark primordial blood of a century-old vampire welled from the deep cut. "Drink, Brynn," Riheirk commanded, his voice raw and desperate as he pressed his bleeding wrist firmly against her lips. "Drink from me. Let my blood purge the poison. Accept it, sweetheart, please." Brynn’s jade eyes flickered. Driven by her own fading strength and the desperate, triumphant internal screaming of Solar, her jaw parted. She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system.

“Very well. I’ll start.” Old Ophis took a deep breath. He took out a bottle from his chest, which contained fresh crimson blood inside. From the bottle’s appearance, it was unclear how long it had been stored, but the color of the blood was exceptionally vivid. “This is some blood left by Master. It’s a necessary primer for breaking the seal,” Old Ophis explained briefly, then sprinkled the blood in the direction where all the corpses were pointing. When the blood fell to the ground, it did not touch any dust but swiftly merged into it.

She wiped more blood on the cover, and just as she predicted, it broke free of whatever invisible chains that had been holding it closed, and opened for her. “Oh my gosh, it opened!” Juliet practically screamed as she reentered the room. Syanna wiped her eyes with the back of her shaky palms as she stared at the book. She had spent days—hours trying to open this damn book. And all it took was a drop of her blood. Why didn’t they think of that before! It was above her. Yet, just as she was about to reach for a page, her eyes started to flutter, her limbs went weak, and the entire world started spinning.

I say it appreciatively, and he only grunts in response before walking away. I go into the mystical creatures island, and I stare at the amount of books on the shelves. How the hell am I supposed to pick just one out of all of this? A particular hardcover catches my attention. It appears ancient, yet it’s lilac, exactly the same color as my eyes. I take it off the shelf and grin when I see its title. THE HISTORY OF OMEGAS: HOW THE DIVINE BEINGS CAME TO BE. Yes! This is it! This is the book!

“She’s a combination of the Thresh pack and the Black pack—her mom’s pack and her dad’s. That combo’s rare, Damien. She’s the key to waking Selene, the Moon Goddess. If she gets near her mother or near that cult, she’s done. They’ll use her, or she’ll burn herself out. Don’t let her go there.” I flipped it open, the Latin scrawling across the page, my fingers tracing the words I couldn’t read but understood too well. Olivia hadn’t seen it since Larry stole it—she’d never cracked its spine, never knew what she was. A walking time bomb, Archimedes had called her. Thresh and Black blood made her strong, volatile, powerful enough to rouse a goddess—or kill one. I’d grabbed it back from the mill

Well, this is part of the cross and she will bear it, no matter what. A short scream of pain escaped her lips when something pricked her index finger which she had left on the strange book. Olivera looked down, amazed when a tiny droplet of her blood lingered on the book that she had on her lap. Lingered in a circle inside a circle, the only drawing on the first page.

"Because we are not pieces you can move with partial information anymore. You've seen what we do with partial information. Imagine what we can do with all of it." A long silence. Celeste looked at them both Magnus and Vivienne, side by side at the library table, with three centuries of supernatural law spread between them and a pack at their backs and the specific quality of two people who had earned, through an extended and brutal process, the right to know exactly what they were up against. "The Blood Oath was not just a transaction," Celeste said finally. "I know," Magnus said.

Perhaps it's effect is only mild. She poured a little of the blood in an empty glass she found on the table, then she added just a little ash and stirred. She frowned when nothing happened. Was the book wrong? If the book was wrong, the book wouldn't be restricted. She then added a little more ash, and the the blood began to foam. Interesting. She watched it closely, taking note of every single change. By the time the blood stopped foaming, it had turned black. She smiled. Now she wondered if this would work on the royal vampires. If only she could get their blood.