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I forced the transformation, which expelled much of the poison from my body, and leapt at the traitor, digging my teeth into his shoulder and pulled, the taste of blood, flesh and bone invading my mouth. ************ Note: Don't forget to like, comment, and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

"Thomas, please. Do you really think someone like me would ever choose someone like you?" Fifteen years ago, Thomas Santos swapped his newborn daughter with the child of the woman who broke his heart. Her name was Victoria and since high school, Thomas had always had a strong obsession towards her and after he had his heart broken by her, he sought revenge by all means. His daughter Kiara grew up in a mansion with everything she could ever disguised as Victoria's daughter while Victoria's real daughter Ivy grew up in poverty, beaten and abused by Thomas, the man who was supposed to be her father. Now the girls turned fifteen and happened to study at the same high school. When Thoma

Immortal Cravings Part 1-Temptation If there was ever a time to be worried about my safety, it was now. This very moment. Sneaking through the factories. Hunting creatures which shouldn’t exist. Persona Sanguinis. Person of the Blood. Vampires. Well, one kind specificlly. Sanguinis Perfide. Traitor of the blood. Somewhere on this dock, in this seething scent of fish, rubbish and motor oil, was a rogue vampire. A rogue which my boss wanted dead.

A lie. That’s all it took. They locked me in the clan’s Sunken Church. For five years, the sun-torture burned away every last scrap of my pureblood pride. But when my sentence ended, I walked out and straight back into the same nightmare. My mate looks at me like I’m filth. Disgusting trash. My once-best friend is curled in his arms. She’s wearing my dead mother’s robes. She has stolen my life. Even my own son glares at me with pure hate. He says a traitor like me should have died in that cage. They all call me a monster. The one who murdered her own parents. A disgrace to the pureblood name. But I remember the truth. This time, I won’t go silently into silver chains. I won’t let them break

Eldric stood there, alone, facing a dozen other elders who stared at him with cold, accusatory gazes. "You brought him back, Eldric," Lord Vorlag’s voice boomed through the room. He stood on the highest platform, his black wooden staff gripped tightly. "You brought the traitor back to this sacred land." "I brought back an Alpha of the Bane bloodline," Eldric countered calmly, his deep voice resonating throughout the chamber. "And I brought the foretold Heir of the Moonblood."

In a twisted way, he really was a perfect match for Celina. I even smiled at him, just a little. “You, Celina, and John—each of you claims to be innocent. “My own brother, a woman I once loved, and my nephew. I’m not sure who to believe. “So here’s what I’ll do. I’ll lock the three of you together and let you decide among yourselves who deserves my trust. “I promise—I’ll let one person walk free. You have my word.” To make it more meaningful for them, I locked the three of them in the Stormbringers’ villa—in the same basement room where Bran once lived.

That seemed too obvious to Ana, but not everyone in court who believed they were devious was actually smart. Then Ana had to look at who could do this for someone. Because clearly the mastermind was not present with her entourage. There was the long shot that it could be a plot by the blood traitors. A group of people who balked at the continuation of the ancient caste system and a single emperor. They were criminals, thieves, and far worse. They didn’t want the government to control the moral code of conduct. Hunting these blood traitors was quite a profitable business these days.

Before him: a blueprint. Not of a city. Not of a building. But of a woman. Aria Emilia Benedetti Valente. My movements. My pictures. My protectors. Every inch of my life, dissected and drawn like a war map. Beside it, a vial. Crimson. Glowing faintly. Extracted from blood left behind at the villa. He held it up to the candlelight and smiled. “The Benedetti blood doesn’t carry power,” he murmured. “But it can unlock it. The prophecy lied only in part.”

The traitor admitted to everything—feeding information to the enemy, undermining the mission, and compromising the team. But as the confession continued, Damon heard something that made his blood run cold. The traitor wasn’t working for the enemy because they wanted power or wealth. They were forced into it, blackmailed, coerced. They had been promised something they couldn’t resist, something that had led them to betray the people who had once been their closest allies. Damon didn’t know whether to feel pity or anger. The lines between right and wrong were starting to blur, and Damon was losing his grip on everything he had once believed in.

I bit my lower lip so hard I tasted blood, forcing myself to look away from her. "You think you're so special because of that blood oath, don't you?" Vivian continued. She came closer, stopping just a foot away from me. The heavy scent of her perfume made my head spin, but I held myself strong. "You thought you could just slip a green dress on and pretend to be royalty. But blood always tells the truth. Your father was a disgusting traitor who got his Alpha killed, and you are just an escaped criminal who belongs in a northern dungeon." "Stop it," I choked out, a fresh tear spilling down my cheeks. "Please, just stop."