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“You can't kill me.” “Ye wena nja, you think this is your mother's house?” Sanele says, a menacing look on his face. “And why can't we kill you exactly?” Snakes eyes Fingers disgustingly. Fingers chuckle devilishly, coughing out blood. Muzi and Ntanga had given him some mean punches. He looked like an animal from a horror movie, his face was buttered up with blood, swollen and his lips were cut too.

~ A small glitchy sound echoed within the room, and an overhead panel suddenly appeared above the orb. [Registered Item Located] {Enchanted Item (Grade 6): White Amber has been located. Coordinates will be displayed below.} [Tap For More] The room initially fell into a tense silence, but Aldred broke it by tapping the panel. Instantly, a detailed map of the Black Market sprawled across the display, resembling a typical mobile app map. Numerous buildings dotted the map, each marked distinctly. The KariBlanc Group gave off a ‘blue’ glow, which was meant to signify the starting point of the journey.

he said pointing at the map I walked closer to the map it called to me just as the crown had as I placed my hands on to the map hidden locations began to appear. "By the moon," Jacob breathed, watching as previously invisible markings shimmered into existence beneath my touch. "Blood recognition enchantments, the map was waiting for you." The newly revealed markings formed intricate pathways connecting the artifact locations, with three glowing more brightly than the others. Each pulsed with a different coloured light, one silver, one gold, and one deep emerald green. "These three are responding most strongly," I said, my fingers hovering over the glowing points. "And they're all within Diam

All around them was the smell of rot and death and the sharp tang of that impossibly fresh blood. There were two fingers—it looked like an index and middle finger—lying in the dirt right next to each other, like they’d been sliced cleanly away from the hand and dropped in place. There were three silver rings stacked on the middle finger. Over here an ear, over there a jagged piece of bone with a few shreds of skin hanging off it. All pieces of the dead girls that the monster hadn’t bothered with, or neglected in his haste. Like a child that didn’t clean up his room properly, and left bits of his toys behind.

The skin from my fingers up to my arms was bubbled with blisters and steaming with burns that would probably only heal if I had a taste of human blood. My golden eyes latched onto the corpse of Julian's sister sprawled in the ground. I dug my heels in and clamped my jaw shut to prevent myself from moving but it was admittedly fucking difficult. The sweet and potent scent of the thick crimson substance sang to me. It was a siren's call that begged me to fall under its spell. To let the inner huntress in me free and soothe the aching burn that flared at the back of my throat and the external burns that I couldn't ignore on my arms. My fangs snapped out and venom dripped from them, coating my t

Blood poured between his fingers, soaking his shirt, pooling in the dirt. Helena retched and turned her face away. Bronze made a choking sound. Arden didn't look away. He had seen worse. "Guards," he said, voice even, like he was discussing the weather. "Take the elders back to the courtyard gate. Tell them to run to their houses. If any of them looks back, cut off five fingers." Kade was still sobbing, rocking back and forth, cradling his bleeding hand against his chest. "Run," Arden said.

But as I grabbed it, my thumb brushed against something cold, something stiff, something that felt entirely too heavy. The laughter died in my throat. Alice’s hand wasn't just a hand. Clutched firmly within her small, pale palm were four separate, severed human fingers. They were adult fingers—calloused, stained with a dark, dried substance, and clearly detached from any hand. They looked like grotesque candles, held upright in a row. My stomach dropped into a void so deep I couldn't breathe. I pulled my hand back as if burned. The movement was sharp, abrupt. Elena gasped, the matches clattering onto the tablecloth.

I fell to my knees, panting, as my right hand burned with a violent, white-hot agony. "Zack!" Elena was beside me in an instant, her wrench ready to strike, but she stopped. Her eyes fell on my right hand. I was clutching my palm to my chest, but the blood leaking through my fingers wasn't normal. It was a thick, dark red, and it was glowing. The old, silver scars from the shaman’s blade had split completely open, the jagged lines that wept a brilliant, red that hissed as it dripped onto the cold stone of the Ridge.

The dim firelight caught the blinding reflection of hundreds of solid gold Bloodmoon coins, stacked neatly in heavy velvet bags alongside high-grade steel daggers and hunting weapons laced with lethal wolfsbane, taken straight from her pack's private hidden armory. Malakor’s eyes widened, his lazy smirk instantly vanishing from his scarred face as he stood up and walked slowly toward the chest. He reached down, picking up a handful of the heavy gold coins and letting them clink greedily back into the box. He picked up one of the silver daggers, testing the edge against his thumb, a dark appreciation clearing the boredom from his features. "This is a hell of a lot of coin, Cynthia. And high-g