The Bloodbound Prophecy

It clung to every banner, every polished floor, and every throne carved fro

somethi

hing

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king opene

ss the marble, the torches on the walls flickering low, but i

sive arched window that overlooked the Deadlands. The night air was thick with fog, and the stars abo

oon seemed res

something curled through his veins. A

te

st as a knock echoed

ded, his voice like ve

friend, stepped in with a bow. His white hair was tied back in a knot

eyes, the color of spilled wine, were

e," Thorne finally said. "Som

They speak of prophecy. Of wolves howling beyond

cies are always restless. Tha

e carries your

e sti

ou sealed long ago, before the last war.

taste of guilt. A memory of war. Of blood spi

t," Thorne said lowly. "I bur

rl. Half-wolf, they say. Half-curse. T

w, shadows rippling be

ause I feel it. Every noble bloodborn in the Spire does.

s elongated w

a face in his sleep wild silver hair, eyes like moonlight, a

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t know h

at she

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- In the Depths o

, reacting to his presence like prey before a predator. The deeper he walk

ade of blackened glass and rimmed in silver carved with vampire script

ched and bit

ped onto t

lsed

ic

surface s

it like a breath, an

her face, her body lithe, strong, and scarred. Her eyes glowed with fury and power as she tore

s breat

centuries slammed

hisper, hoarse an

ror sha

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lls of the Crimson S

from his hand. A young vampire noble bowed, wide-eyed. "There's been an attack. One of

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ched over the stream, washing

he most feared vampire in the wo

blood sang loud

he'd been

A sudden chill on her spine. She loo

ng was

me

adows of

ken mirror from the far corner of the chamber. He

urt, and Thorne's secret lover, watched

e her body, her pow

g but a shadow to the g

led into a v

spered to herself, "I'll carve her