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His attention was entirely fixed on a small, wooden box he was holding in his hands, his fingers shaking so badly that the wood rattled against itself. My gaze traveled down to his hands, and my breath caught in my throat. A dark, thick liquid was slowly seeping through the bottom seams of the box, dripping onto the clean stone floor with a soft, rhythmic patter. It was blood, fresh and unmistakable, staining Narek’s fingers a deep, horrific crimson. "What is that, Narek?" I asked, my voice dangerously low as I stepped out of bed, the cold stone floor shocking my bare feet, though I barely felt it. "Where did you get that?"

Hesitantly, Li Wei expressed his desire to visit the Black Market - Flowerbite. "Mr. Erkin, since you have fortune-telling ability, now let me ask. Do you have a reference to someone who can distill gloves for a fire bender, controlling his energy?" Li Wei asked embarrassedly. Mr. Erkin's eyes narrowed. Long silent and weighing, in the end, he said. "The gloves worn by the world element controller, it is very difficult to get. Although the glove is at the lowest level." It fell into silence afterward. Li Wei was disappointed. It was evident in the look on his face.

- Phil Phil puts down the thing from his huge box and it was RED LARGE NEEDLES "What is that?"- Dessa "This is for Bhlezy"- Phil with her shock, Bhlezy suddenly scream "EEE!! for me!? what is it!?"- Bhlezy and like a kid Bhlezy runs toward Phil merrily "This is?"- Bhelzy "check it"- Phil -FANGS OF DARUGA / RARITY: RARE- DEX: 15 STR: 15

My canines and claws retracted, satisfied with their slaughter. I dipped my fingers into the warm blood that cascaded in a stream from his neck as he bled out. I inhaled deeply the metallic fragrance. I held my hand up in the moonlight as the blood trickled down my fingers. I devoured every bead off of my fingers, savoring the flavor of death. I crouched as I dipped my index finger back into his warm neck before dragging it through the dirt by the corpse. I internally chuckled to myself, I channeled my inner child finger painting. Once I was satisfied with my message I stretched before taking to the trees once again.

The only thing that is still there was the blood that had already gushed out. Her race also has the healing ability, but it is not nearly as fast as this. Elven blood probably has the faster healing ability. The audience is clapping, awed by the performance. They must be now considering to outbid one another. "Since our honored guests are satisfied, we are now opening the floor price. 1000 Arjents," announces the auctioneer. "Who wants to pay 1000 Arjents?" “1000” “1100” “1300”

She blabbered on and on. "The last time I slit her neck with my finger in attempts of getting her blood, her blood turned black before I could leave the place and I almost lost my finger.. turns out her blood is harmful to someone harmful and only a human or a wolf can actually draw her blood.." he lifted his finger which almost got ulcerated by her blood... She frowned and turned around and was about to leave... "We need to bring it to the gateway before the eclipse." "Everything is under control, you don't have to rush.." Belphegor winked at her and closed his Golden eyes in an attempt to catch some sleep...

Elena's point of view. Sitting on either side of the kitchen table, Elizabeth sips her fresh, steaming tea and begins, "There are four Elder Blood packs on the continent—the four original Alpha bloodlines. VuK., Gold, Zander, Barsek." You know Alexa, Vanda's sister is mated to Alpha Gold? Elizabeth asked me and I nodded.

“I just got bored.” Her laugh was a harsh bark. “Mercy’s a luxury. One you can’t afford.” The wind shifted, carrying the stink of her—juniper smoke, iron, old blood. The others fanned out behind her, silent. A boy with a melted ear. A woman missing two fingers. A man whose face was a patchwork of frostbite scars. “What do you want?” I asked. “Your hands.” She held hers out, palms up. They were calloused, crisscrossed with scars. “Hands that slit Hjalmar’s throat. Hands that carved curses into your skin. Hands that remember.”

It had the old-fashioned rhythm of the ancient times. The rusty glove yanked her up flinging her onto a narrow damp shelf of obsidian. Elara hit hard, her breath exploding from her lungs. She rolled onto her side, her fingers tightening around the silver vial. The gold sovereign blood inside pulsed violently casting ripples of light across the ceiling.

The emissary brought a finger. I stood in the main hall as the messenger from Jax Thorn arrived, flanked by two guards. The pack was gathered in tense silence, every eye fixed on the newcomer. Rhydian stood tall beside me, his hand resting protectively on my shoulder. The emissary carried a small wooden box, ornate and polished, the kind used for sending messages of great significance. He opened it in front of everyone with a theatrical flourish. Elio's severed finger lay inside. The original Blackmoor mate ring was still on it, the gold glinting in the torchlight.