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I curled up on the floor, felt a rush of iron in my throat—and coughed up a mouthful of blood. That bright-eyed boy I used to be—the one who still had hope—faded into nothing. After that, I had nothing left to live for. Until just now, when this wretched, drifting life of mine finally ended. Matthew, your big brother is coming to join you. I've finally paid for my sin.

Aiden ends on a sigh and sips his coffee. “Wait! You destroyed the talisman? That could be evidence if I decide I still need to pursue this case despite Willow’s desire not to press charges!” The detective scowls at Aiden. “Its remains are in a Brazier downstairs. I didn’t find the herbs I wanted or see Raff. A goblin found me and told me he had what I was seeking, giving me a vial and telling me that its contents would make me irresistible to my mate. He said a drop or two a day was all I needed, but I was going to see her that night. Before meeting at our friend Felix’s apartment I drank the whole vial hoping she would finally feel the bond. I was sorely mistaken. I felt a little giddy at

“I have tolerated you for far too long. But know that you hold no power over me. You are far beneath me on the power hierarchy and I will be damned if I let a scum like you treat me any less. I told you before that I am Kiara Khorne but what I forgot to add was that I am the only daughter of Lord Khorne. The Lord of Battle and immortal fury. So, do not tempt me because I might just be obliged to fry your ass with utter most delight jerk face” “You’ve got to be kidding me!!!” Alpha River cried out in fury “Well I am not… I am not staying here with you. The supposed library my uncle built is actually my new home that you and every high ranked member in this room is banned from entering until I

“Or was she just caught between two monsters?” My chest clenched. I didn’t answer. Because I didn’t know anymore who the monster was. ---- An hour later, I felt her. The shadows shifted. The air chilled. And from the treeline stepped Lilith’s executioner - Azrael. Not a man. Not a wolf. Something… in between. His eyes were solid black. No whites. No soul. “You stole from our Queen,” he hissed. I stood and rolled my shoulders. “I’m owed more than she ever gave me.”

With a laugh that made me feel as though I were missing something, Azrael flashed me a sultry grin and strode off down the hall. Late that night, the mansion decided to welcome me back in the only way it knew how. By causing chaos. I was startled awake by the click of the lock sliding out of place. I’d fallen asleep with a book on my chest. It was some dusty tomb talking about the creation of Gods, and how some were brought into existence by this ominous, ancient force of good. As hard as I looked, there was no name for this force, and no physical form that I could find.

He retorted back, repeating my question in a mocking way. "Drake." Ethan called him in a warning tone before he averted his eyes on me. "Speak now, Cielle. What happened to that event?" I heave a deep sigh and shake my head at him, "I don't know." "People died back there, and our name is being blamed for it! If it gets to the authorities, we'll be doomed!" Drake hissed at me and my eyes sharpened while looking back at him. "How could you let this happen to a project that you're handling?"

Immortals consider this place as divine, as for Elijah, this is just a tool for him to know Alessia. Elijah had reached it and Elijah just entered. It was considered rude, but since he is the king, the priest in the oracle could not complain but welcome the king. "Your majesty, I am delighted with your visit." It politely promised and bowed. Elijah did not return the greeting and immediately asked a question. "I want to know if you already know Alessia is mortal." Elijah sounded affirmative with the question. The priest was a little surprised but recovered immediately. "Your Majesty, I have not seen Lady Alessia so I am not sure of my answer. But if it is true that Lady Roselle is her sister

It was a perfect match. Hand shaking, she read the complete text for the first time. It was all in Latin, and the words lined up perfectly. She read the ritual again and again. As she did, she felt in every pore of her body that this was genuine. For the first time, her heart filled with hope. Here it was, right before her eyes. A way to save her daughter. With a twinge of guilt, Caitlin delicately tore the half page out of the book, placing it in her folder with the other half of the page. She set the book down, picked up her bag, and hurried across the room to the stone wall, banging on it.