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"Wolfsbane is common and can be acquired anywhere, so there are no leads as of now. I will let you know if I find anything." "Thank you, Jade. We appreciate your help. We will take it from here." I vowed, my eyes burning with unshed tears. *** Follow my socials to stay updated! F******k: The Scripturient I*******m: san_2045

He had known the Blood Witches might do something unbelievable, but he never knew it'd be to this extent. The Eldritch Pyre is an ancient channel for blood magic, specifically tied to the bloodline of the Alphas of the Blood Crescent pack. When offerings of blood are burned in its flames, the pyre channels the potent magic coursing through the pack's lineage for various purposes—healing, strengthening warriors, cursing enemies, etc. This is one of the highest treasures of the pack. Randall felt a dizzying sensation, "What's the other component?" he asked through a clenched jaw.

The heir of the Howe family, the infamous 'venomous snake' Zach Howe, was the only man who held sway in both the underworld and high society. However, for some reason, he became obsessed with me and would not let go. I had once asked him about it. Back then, Zach sat on the sofa with his gaze fixed on me. As he exhaled a cloud of smoke, his striking features looked even more unreal in the haze. He said, "There's no reason. I just like you."

Deliberate. Mia. I step back and look at it, heart pounding, mouth dry. “Blood still counts,” I say quietly. And then I start planning how to burn everything down.

~Bethany~ Just like always, I'm awoken by terrifying nightmares. I go through my usual brutal morning workout routine to get my day started, followed by a quick shower right before Zuri or Hellion wakes. Last night, after making sure that the smart ass Fae, Asad Mort, wasn’t following me, I snuck out to a disreputable bar in Torah to track down the contact of a demon black market dealer. I need to obtain Foxglove shrub, a very rare and scarce spell ingredient that is highly monitored by the Noble Council due to its being a potent ingredient used in so many outlawed dark magic spells.

“Now!” They struck together — Killian’s shadows driving into the creature’s heart while Daryl’s blades cut deep into its glowing veins. For a moment, the snow lit up with both colors — red and blue — before the thing collapsed in a heap of stitched flesh. Killian stood over it, panting. “You’ve been carrying blood magic this whole time.” “Not just any blood magic,” Daryl said. His tone was different now — measured, careful. “That vial came from Varrow’s own reserves.”

The three kinds of forgot their hands with me and the four willingly gave me their eyeballs for my gift to Heriel and caelyn, the arm should be more of Jamiel style. Echoes of screams and the thick smell of blood, that other life in me wants to come out and play. BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! I need three more hearts to complete my collection for heriel and four more eyeballs to make caelyn a necklace. Probably a liver for Ezryold to experiment on. Maybe even a congratulation gift from uncle Damiel. Two kidneys for Jamiel and a full body for khalys. The head of their cappo for me.

They had won. Clara lingered nearby, speaking in low tones to a cluster of elders who had gathered at the far end of the hall. Their moon embroidered robes looked out of place amid the practical chaos of bandages and broth bowls, yet their presence carried weight. Tradition still mattered, even after blood had rewritten the rules. A young healer, barely more than a boy with wide nervous eyes, approached Damien with a steaming mug. “For strength, my lord. Elder Rowan brewed it himself. Willow bark, nettle, and a touch of moonroot to steady the shift if it comes too soon.”

“You’re a very brave little hybrid, aren’t you? However, let’s say that I give you permission to do this. How would you be able to do the spell? You’d need several ingredients that are nearly impossible to find.” Azazel smirks in reply. “That’s not a problem, mate. I have all the ingredients we need. I just need a vial of her blood.” Azazel gestures to the dark puddle on the floor. “Get the blood and follow me to the loft.” Using a plastic bag, I collect the sample and fly back to Azazel’s loft. Azazel’s sitting in the middle of the living room floor surrounded by candles. His shirt is off, and he’s rubbing something over his mark. “Do you have the blo

"And in the Bulgarian legends, folklore has it that a dhampire must also feed on human blood to sustain its existence. In Serbian tales, the dhampire has an oversized head and a small body with no shadow. Other myths say that those dhampires have slippery and jelly-like bodies with no bones, no fingernails and also a deep mark on their backs as though they are missing a tail." Then Cammie shuddered in disgust. Alyssa also grimaced along. I looked at both of my best friends, trying to keep a straight face. But I still felt like bursting into tears. This was the most insulting thing I had ever heard in my entire life. I know I don't look as beautiful as Cammie or as preppy as Alyssa, but I'm s