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Besides, I think they're too impatient to do things calmly. "What do you know about this wine called 'Blood of the Wise'?" Judging Orion's expression, there's no doubt, he's willing to tell him everything he wants to know. Ah. The scent of victory.

Her cries and pleas helped me breathe better as I decorated her stomach with several bloody slashes. My eyes probably resembled those of a mad woman, and I couldn’t care less. I was mad, dammit! These assholes really had a whole fūcking scheme against us, and we really fell for it. They had really destroyed us in more ways than we could have ever imagined. But that’s why they had to pay. “Il sangue è l’unico pagamento per peccare.” (Italian: “Blood is the only payment for sinning.”) I murmured under my breath before pushing her body to its limit.

"My dearest, your great grandmother worked with traitors that killed the ones I blessed to rule over my people. I cursed the magic tree after that and took away magical abilities from those that still lived. The traitors would have failed if they didn't have magic." I buried my face in my palms and then I cried. For my mother who had suffered the illest fate. I thought my life was bad but she must have had it worse. I couldn't imagine having to flee my home to avoid the wrath of the people my family had hurt only to end up in the same situation as before. My blood. I had the blood of a traitor. I always thought it was an insult meant to get me down but it was true. My great grandmother had b

I said. Ronan’s gaze sharpened. “We already knew that.” “No,” I replied. I looked at both of them now. “We’re dealing with someone who was never meant to exist.” The silence that followed was unforgiving. Because that was far worse than a simple traitor. As my gaze drifted back to the mark one last time, one thought settled with absolute clarity. This wasn’t just infiltration. This wasn’t just power. This was blood. And blood had a way of finding its way back, no matter how deeply it was buried.

It was over in seconds, three corpses now slumped in the chairs where moments ago there had been living men. Dante stood in the center of the carnage, breathing heavily, blood dripping from his hands and splattered across his face and chest. He turned to me, his eyes still more red than gold, and I could feel through our bond that he was struggling to maintain control. The hybrid wanted to hunt, wanted to tear through the compound until the traitor was found and destroyed, wanted to paint the walls with the blood of anyone who might have betrayed us. "We have a traitor in our midst," he said, his voice rough and layered with the hybrid's growl. "Someone we trust, someone with access to sensi

" Blood carries the genetic instruction that connects generations. Passing unspoken, unseen traits from one member of the past to the next. Blood moons are as much special. They connect worlds and people together, who are connected by fate. " He entangled my hand with his fingers. " I know you are willing to do anything for Damian's sake but this might put your life at stake. I needed to warn you before getting in there. I do not have very many people around me at the moment whom I can trust. The ones I thought were closest, turned disloyal for the sake of the throne. That's the power it possess. " His voice seemed lost. " Perhaps if you showed people more of this side of yours instead of bo

“Not lies. Not illusions. Truth and blood. And as long as I stand, betrayal will be crushed beneath my hand.” The cheers were slow at first, uneasy. Then louder. Wolves lifted their fists, their voices rising in unison. Fear turned to fury, and fury turned to loyalty. They were mine again. The traitor sagged against his bonds, defeated. His life would end soon enough, but not yet. He would give me names first. Every snake hiding in my pack would be dragged into the light. When the crowd finally dispersed, Cara didn’t move. She stood at my side, her shoulders rigid, her face unreadable.

"I'll tell you what comes after what you just read." Sarah immediately nodded, then told Sorin the translation of the Romanian Cyrillic Alphabet that she had read. "At a time when mortals and blood drinkers alike soar the skies, and wars are fought with fire, a blood drinker's silver blood will unite with the blood of its origin and the blood of its sworn enemy-the shape-shifter's. A child of the red, silver, and earth blood shall be born.”

At the Bloodline Rite of the Nightborn, Count Louis Ashford knelt on one knee and asked the Council of Elders to approve our eternal blood pact. In my last life, I was so overwhelmed that I slit my wrist, ready to seal the pact, when Louis's attendant, Owen Mercer, suddenly burst in. He accused me of stealing the Sacred Blood Crystal offered to the First Ancestor, of plotting to betray the clan. They found shards of the crystal in my room, along with a forbidden curse hidden inside my amulet that veiled my scent. The whole clan denounced me as a traitor and called for a wooden stake through my heart. At the last moment, Louis risked everything to beg the Council to spare me, then forced me i

The seal was waking, the traitor smiled. “You condemned me when you thought I was a servant.” He lifted his bloody hand, “You hunted me when you thought I was a traitor.” His gaze settled on Dean. “And now you'll kneel when you realize I'm your blood.” Dean's face hardened, “You're lying.” “Then let the seal decide.” The ancient runes burned brighter, Rowena took another step. “Dean, don't let him touch it.” But the traitor was already moving, his bleeding palm hovered inches above the black moonstone. The chamber trembled, every wolf inside it fell silent. The traitor smiled, “By blood, I claim Blackwolf.”