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Smooth concrete, cold under my palm, identical to the ten feet on either side of it. "There's nothing here." "There's a door here." She pressed three fingers against a point I couldn't distinguish from any other point. "It opens for blood. Veyrith blood specifically. The builders made sure of that." Gideon shifted his weight behind me. "And if she doesn't have any." Aelindra looked at her own palm. She didn't ask permission. She drew a short blade from somewhere inside her coat and opened a shallow line across her thumb, then pressed it flat against the concrete.

I turned it once, twice, then slowly slid a finger under the edge of the lid and lifted. The scent hit me first. Metallic. Sharp. Coppery. Blood. And then, when I saw it, my heart stopped. Because inside the box was a finger—severed clean, pale, stiff. The skin was starting to gray at the edges and dried blood crusted near the joint. But that wasn’t what made the bile rise in my throat. It was the ring. A polished onyx band sat snugly at the base of the finger. In the center of it, a single silver letter: E.

he added. I arched my brow in confusion, but it was not long after that I got my answer. His finger swiped at my pussy and then I saw it, the crimson red spot. Blood. “Perfect,” he said. His eyes dived into mine, and when he was sure I wouldn’t escape his gaze, he sucked in the finger. Fuck. Maybe I should’ve researched him better. Because this way it would’ve prepared me for how hot I would’ve felt when I saw him tasting my juice. Tasting me.

The finger that emerged from the tabletop was not large. That made it worse. Huge monsters were honest about appetite. Fenrir could swallow a skyline and everyone understood the terms. Ra could burn shadows from a city and call it worship. The Midgard Serpent could wrap a harbor until geography begged for mercy. This finger was small, pale, almost human, its nail stained with black ink. It tapped the oak once. The sound unmade three locks in the blood archive. Caleb dropped to one knee outside the door, both hands clamped around his throat. The broken star-iron collar burned white. Dark-gold blood rose around him and slammed into invisible geometry, each drop suddenly remembering how to be a

~ 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

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.

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