Cameron Bowen { The Bloodline Prophecy}

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y. The Watchers moved cautiously, their footsteps echoing against the stone walls. The deeper they ventured, the more oppressive the atmosphere became. C

s, paused to examine the markings on the walls. The inscriptions

fingers over the carved symbols. "

been a warrior for centuries, and though he didn't speak often, his instin

en, kid. This place

s nerves, the suffocating darkness, or something more something awakening inside him. He could alm

muttered, rubbing the back of his neck

le was built using ancient magic your ancestors' magic. It's bound to their bloodline, w

That was exactly what

expressive depictions of gods and long-forgotten vampires, their stone eyes following the intruders. In the center of the room stood an

ible vibration in the air. Cameron's pulse

her eyes locked onto the dagger. Sh

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ilence as the statues trembled, t

yes bla

Awakening of

statue lunged. The air exploded with dust and fragme

roared, already

ng down where she had just stood. The floor shook beneath them as more of the stat

, but this was different these weren't just enemies,

its blow sending a rush of wind past his face. He stumbled back, eye

anted silver, cut through the stone warriors with ease, sending jagged shards flying w

s, aiming for weak points. She moved like a dancer, her every motio

there was

thing inside him the thing that had bee

e hands reaching for him. Instinct to

adows

whip. The impact sent a violent shockwave through the air, cracking the stone beast

eathing hard, staring at

e hell

ound Cameron vibrated, a cold energy crackling like static electricity. He co

her wide eyes locked onto h

He felt alive. More t

sn't his own, raising one hand and letting the shadows lash out. They struck the creature like

hat followed

hesitated, then placed a hand on his arm. Cameron flinched at the co

okay?"

s hands still tremb

The Weigh

dying Cameron carefully. His crimson eyes flicker

e muttered. "It's

the strange sensation from his fingertips. "I don't

n softer now. "Maybe not," she said. "But it

e dagger still sat undisturbed. "Come

ven more intricate than it had seemed its blade was etched with stran

said, his voice grim. "That was just a

s hair. He was exhausted. Confused. But b

e thing inside

go

ng between them, something unspoken, but it wasn't just about this mission. She ha

d unde

ing, Apollos stopped in his t

not a

o. The same presence he had sensed bef

a pair of glowing

was waitin

wasn't