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He shifted his gaze to the others present, revealing an unprecedented fierceness in his eyes. Faced with his hostility, the crowd immediately raised their guard. Their eyes gleamed with a chilling light as they gripped their weapons tightly. They didn't dare to slack off in front of this person. However, the Scarlet Harbinger's strength was strong. They were uncertain whether they could handle him. "Go to hell!" the Scarlet Harbinger roared. A formidable force, a blood-like waterfall, surged toward the crowd. The Scarlet Harbinger was displaying his full power. The blood-colored aura became increasingly powerful, reaching a point where it seemed to cover the sky.

Sarsh is a being of darkness, his time is night. Vic slowly shifted his gaze to the sorcerer, narrowed his eyes, trying to look more closely at the unnaturally pale, bluish-veined face. Ugly face. The bloodless lips of the delonha were parted in a mocking smirk, showing needle-like teeth. - Do you remember how your heart stopped, vistole? Remember! This is not forgotten. It will happen again. Soon. And your body will try to change. But we won't allow it. It will hurt a lot, vistolets. Much more painful than what you felt in the fire. All this night. And when it's over, you'll beg us that it never happens again.

"I don't know, but it's what Sarnus left on my arm with the bones from his wings before he died." I answered truthfully. "Why didn't you tell me?" Noah tensed up at once, and his breath began to catch. "What's wrong with that? I just thought he wouldn't hurt me, so ......" I explained to Noah that I trusted Sarnus. "This is one of the oldest secret arts of the blood race, what it does is return the half of your life that belongs to me to me and it will be when you are at your weakest, if you are a blood race there is still a chance you will survive, but a human ...... will die."

He looked up just in time to see Serena above Solmyra, her foot pressing the witch down, her hands ready to end it all. “No!” Maeron cried. “Don’t kill her. Please.” Everyone turned. The chaos slowed into silence. Maeron crawled, hand outstretched. He looked at Serena—not with arrogance, but desperation. “She’s all I have.” Serena didn’t move. Her entire body was trembling, the light around her still glowing. Her wolf wanted revenge. Her heart remembered everything—how Solmyra had drained her, trapped her, silenced her wolf, and tried to steal her youth. Serena could still hear the cries of children Solmyra had sacrificed in rituals, the screams of women whose blood had been used to prolong

"What are you doing with that?!" "This," He held the needle up. "is a fucking needle." I screamed as he jabbed it into my vein. My head felt dizzy, and I instantly felt the blood start to leave my body. "The blood of the white wolf is precious." Rambo was saying above my ear-splitting screams. "It will be a wonderful research material for our witch." Too much. It was too much! My eyes fell on the blood bag. It was filling up at an alarmingly fast rate.

Until now. Mason's eyes rolled back. Spray of bright, crimson blood erupted from his lips. "Heart-Break Blood." Rare reaction in werewolves when the soul's fury exceeds what the body can contain. "Mason!" Seraphina shrieked. Face ghostly as she looked at me. Angelic senses picking up the scent of Lumira's old sacrifice clinging to the air around us. Mason's heavy body hit the floor. Dull, sickening thud. Lay there. Chest heaving. Blood staining white marble.

He raised his hand and violently broke Urza's neck, causing everyone to gasp in shock He fell to the ground with a twisted neck and his features that immediately turned pale "Exactly...it's my girl." ... ((You are the disaster to which I am anxious to fall.)) “What did you do?” Their leader shouted angrily and pulled out his sword so that his soldiers would take out their swords as well and surround Zain at the same time. Prepare the Alpha Soldiers for transformation and display their self in a readytoattack pose Aaron sighed and closed his eyes tiredly at his brother's recklessness and then opened his eyes to stare at his silent father Stephen, confident that he was boiling inside. "Do you

“Your blood is a disgrace to both worlds!” “Perhaps.” Evelyn replied, a chilling smile on her lips, “But it is that disgrace that keeps me alive.” She swung hard; her blood‑wings became hundreds of blades that cut through the holy light. Alaric screamed as white blood poured from his wounds like scorched milk. Then he laughed. “You think you can kill me? I am no longer human. I am Seraphim’s will.” Alaric’s body detonated into a vast halo of light, swallowing the sky. Evelyn was thrown back, her blood‑wings shredded, and she plummeted.

Terror like I've never experienced before sinks its nasty claws into my chest, embedding a new level of fear into me and tattooing the ungodly sensation on my soul. I will set the world on fire, transforming cities into ash, and shattering bloodlines until I reunite with my wife. Someone killed my best friend and took my queen. This means war. And I’m not afraid to call upon the devil himself to walk beside me for one last dance before I go to hell.

It is. I close my eyes for a second and breathe in through my nose, slow, controlled, the way I’ve done a thousand times when I need to get my shit together. It doesn’t work. The bar still smells like her. Citrus and something warm. It’s faint but it’s there, and my wolf presses forward like he’s trying to chase it. “She’s Arachne’s kid,” I say out loud, low. “That alone is a problem.” “There is no record of her,” he says.