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Instead, he pulled out a stack of weathered, yellowing documents and a tarnished silver dog tag. The clatter of the metal tag hitting the mahogany desk sounded like a gunshot in the silent room. Robbin lunged forward, her breath hitching. She knew that tag. She had seen it hanging from her uncle’s neck a thousand times while he worked in the garage, a relic of a life he had lived before her. Jason Forest. Blood Type: O+. "Everyone out," Robbin commanded. Then, in a shaky whisper, she added, "Nora, please stay."

It was hard for me to find the right time to hurt him because he was moving fast and it got faster when he saw my blood. When I saw the right time, I immediately kicked him in the stomach and then slapped his face causing him to step back. I took the cloth that was in my shoe and then threw it at him. It hit his left arm. I was surprised when he arrived in front of me. Using his two hands, he scratched me hard causing me to fly. Good thing I crossed my arms to protect myself. I groaned as my back hit a tree. I looked at him while struggling with pain. My eyes widened when he raised one of his hands and something... black smoke came out. Wait... what?! Is that... black magic? Is this a dream!

She snapped her fingers again, and a suited man walked toward her with a bowl, while the first two pulled the man away. She opened the bowl and revealed the content inside, it was filled with blood. “Drink up…you will need your strength for what you are about to do.” She said to him and fed him the blood while he drank in small sips before it turned into large gulps.

I have to put my head next to his huge bicep to be visible, but it hardly matters. The jagged white bandage on my cheek is the only flaw, but even that looks like a war trophy in this light. A testament to the fact that we took the hit and kept standing. “Look at that,” I whisper, pressing my hands flat against his bare chest. I watch my own fingers spread over his heart in the glass. “That is what they’re afraid of. Two wolves who don’t know how to yield because they love each other too much.” Alexei watches us. His eyes darken, the pupils slowly blowing wider until the green is swallowed by black lust. He watches my hands sliding over his pecs, tweaking his nipples, watching them harden in

You have been abiding too long with ghosts. "Humour me," I said calmly. "Before my patience runs out." He examined me at the edge of his glass. "You're asking about old money. Blood money. Before you were ready to rule." "And yet it still moves," I said. "Quietly." Vittorio leaned back. Dino, everything old is still breathing. You are the one who should know that, of all people. I leaned forward slightly. "Was it yours?" His smile was broad and very gradual. "Why ask me?"

The academy gates loomed ahead, massive black iron twisted into the shape of thorned vines. It glowed faintly along the metal, humming with magic that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. Two guards stood at the entrance, both armed with blades that looked older than the city itself. One was a vampire, pale as moonlight with eyes like melted gold. The other… I didn’t even know. His skin shimmered faintly, like his shape was never fully fixed in one form. They scanned us, eyes lingering on me, but Davorin murmured something under his breath and they stepped aside.

I didn’t need a blueprint. I just needed to follow the sound of the hearts I was protecting. THE END OF BLOOD AND BETRAYAL

And from what caste is he? Well, about the castes, Professor McLaren said that there is a caste system here in the Olympus. This system divides the people into seven groups depending on their power. What are those castes? That’s what the orientation is about. I inhaled deeply before gently opening the door in front of me. As soon as I stepped inside, I was taken aback by how lovely the place looked. Bookshelves, chandeliers, plants, and flowers were scattered in every corner. In the middle of the room, you can find a center table and a pair of sofas on both sides of it. And there was the Headmistress’s table at the far end of the room.

Throughout the way while Zeus walked inside, the floor was stained with thick dark red blood which might belong to this man who was making such a difficult face as I could sense his faint scent wafting from it! When the moonlit fell even brightly on his giant body, I saw the black coat which Zeus was wearing was completely stained in blood, which made me panic hard as I immediately took his coat off first. The later sight was none less than a nightmare for me. Right in the middle of his taut abdomen and right elbow he had two massive bleeding scars which seemed more like fatal stabbing to me, hitching my breath from shock. I didn’t realize I was already hugging Zeus by then and he had equall