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Fiona's fingernails had left deep crescent marks on the soft skin of his arm. Touching my child was the one line nobody could cross. Every protective instinct I had ignited at once. I grabbed a fistful of Fiona's hair and was about to drag her down when Jasper kicked me to the floor. "Are you ever going to stop?" he shouted. "You're acting like a lunatic." He grabbed the glass from the nightstand and smashed it over my head. The world tilted. Blood ran down my forehead in a warm, steady stream, dripping onto the white floor one drop at a time. Whatever was left inside me died in that moment.

declared Zivon before exiting the room… Shortly after, miserable scream after scream could be heard coming from the cell… and though her terror-filled voice echoed down the halls, Zivon remained as icy as ever, not even bothering to turn back. Seeing that, Nathan couldn’t help but shiver. Destroying one’s body was one thing, but destroying their mind as well? That was pure torture… By the time the two were done, the woman barely had an additional scratch on her. Despite that, she looked like she had suffered a million deaths… How truly horrible…! It was eleven that night when Zivon finally left the jail. Exuding an aura that could only be comparable to that of a demon lord, he took a deep br

Chapter 23: The Weight of Vengeance The castle of Zorana had once been a symbol of strength and unity, but now, it stood as a silent witness to the unraveling of everything Caden had once cherished. War had taken its toll, not just on the kingdom, but on the people who had once thrived within its walls. The air was thick with the tension of unresolved grief, the remnants of battles both won and lost. And at the center of it all stood Prince Caden—his every move, his every breath consumed by a singular obsession: vengeance.

His touch made her want to recoil, but she didn’t. "Come upstairs, Raven. Let’s play a different kind of game." The penthouse wasn’t like Jaxon’s. Where Jaxon’s was carved of marble and silence, Zane’s was fire and excess. Velvet and glass. Mirrors on the ceiling. No secrets. Only performance. He poured two drinks. "No poison," he said, handing hers over. "Not tonight." Raven didn’t drink it. "What do you want from me?" Zane leaned against the bar, watching her like a cat would a wounded bird. "I want to know what makes you tick. What keeps you loyal to a man who would rather bury you than share the truth."

Author's POV: Zella’s eyes glowed with madness as she shrieked, “If I can’t have him, then she won’t either! I’ll eradicate the problem from its root!” But the mistake she made—the final one—was that she lunged not at Vienna, but at Zeke. “Zeke!” Vienna cried, spinning around just in time. She shielded his small body with her own, gasping as Zella’s claws sliced into her back. The pain was sharp and immediate, blood seeping through her shirt as her knees buckled slightly from the impact.

As she strode out leaving the center room toward the tactical helicopter pad in the mansion's west wing, Helga's mind was filled with a thick biological adrenaline. The second night in Neophile City had arrived, bringing a thicker darkness mixed with the pungent smell of gunpowder from the lower district. However, standing under the shadow of the tall-standing Wilder dynasty, with a sense of pure belonging from Zean burning inside her chest, Helga Novalie no longer had room for fear. She was the hunter, and tonight, inside the bloody labyrinth of the Southern Sector, the pit viper Eleanor Novalie would face her final judgment at the hands of the little lion who had found her true fangs.

Thank you for reeding <3 This book was first part of trilogy. Next part will be named "Shadows of Heart : Blood Pact". Introduction : The world teeters on the edge of chaos in the wake of the battle at Caelum's bastion. Zoe emerged from the ashes with scars that run deep - losses that haunt her and secrets that threaten to unravel her. The dark sorcerer may be defeated, but his twisted legacy lives on, spreading discord across the realms.

Surprisingly enough, I was reborn to the timeframe where there were six hours left before the zombie outbreak began. Memories of my past life were replayed in my mind like a movie reel. It was as if I could still smell the rotten and bloodied stench wafting from the zombies. With a trembling hand, I felt my neck. Although it felt smooth and flawless, I could still feel phantom pain flaring from it. The moment my phone's screen lit up, I turned my attention to it immediately. It was currently October 2nd, 2025, also known as the day the zombie virus was leaked.

Something they enjoyed exploiting. "Practice fields?" Micah asked, his voice loose. Ash nodded, his gaze sweeping over the hallway. It was wolf sniffing its quarry. His eyes rested on me. I tried to disappear, but that didn't work. He had found me. “Look what the wolf dragged in,” Zane Valez said, his signature smirk already in place. He was leaning against the wall, a picture of nonchalant cruelty. “Little Rhea Mooncrest, still clinging to those dusty books. What’s that you’re reading? ‘How to Get a Mate When No One Wants You’?”

he tried to calm me, his neck tilting to the side to show my wolf he was not challenging me for my mate, he means no threat. “I don’t understand” I growled furious that I didn’t and couldn’t make sense of it all. What did it mean? What did it mean that her scent was luring enough to get the attention of a wolf that wasn’t her fated mate? Maybe it was to do with the fact she was human? Shifters where not supposed to be mated with a human or so we had all thought right up until Nina walked across the parking-lot last Monday morning.