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September 3 - September 10, 2024
A watching eye symbol seems to be getting branded on the patch of skin between my thumb and index finger.
However, their Portocale curse broke after the first death woke them. Marta Portocale severed that curse, and could have done the same for you all along. But she hated you and loved your suffering.”
“She’s only been topside for twenty-six years. Almost twenty-seven now. You put her underground for a thousand years, Van Helsing.
Same age as Violet
“So the girl born a monster thinks more human than the men and women who were born as humans?” he asks. “Didn’t you truly start all this because you wanted to protect your people and forge a better future, while surrounding and protecting the woman you all loved?”
Not to mention his future wife is currently taking another beating from that crazy fucking bitch.”
His future wife 😫💕😋
Suddenly, another body steps in front of Violet. “Fucking dumb vampire,” Talbot says on a cringe and an exhale, covering his eyes, when he realizes it’s Shera. “I thought she had more sense than that.” The foolish vampire beta is fully trembling, swallowing hard, and holding her head up high. She’s also packing four guns that are strapped to her legs. She’s not bothering to reach for one, since she’d be dead before her finger even got on the trigger.
😫😫😫😫😫 I fucking love shera
My own eyes widen when Idun’s body folds in on itself, as though it has just slammed into a brick wall. Her entire body is jarred, before it bounces off Violet, followed by the sound of bones crunching and effectively echoing through the air.
Studying his tense profile, and the clearly angered look on his face for breaking composure, I listen as Anna talks. “Oh, isn’t that interesting, Grandma?” Anna asks, going to study Talbot, who refuses to meet her eyes. “Thought you were just an incubus,” Zuela chimes in.
“I’ll stab you if you turn wolf,” he reminds me. “But when we hit the ground, I’ll stab anyone at your back. She’s a Simpleton pup. The more I see of her, the more I realize who she is and what’s really going on here. I can’t let that poor girl look to have more spine than I do in front of a legion of our people, who don’t understand what’s going on. There will be more of that than the ones who see it for what it is.”
“All because your sweet girlfriend can’t help but pick a fight with the bitch,” Zuela says. “I like the girl, but she never had any right to interfere with alpha business.”
All I’m focused on is “I like the girl”
She’s a young monster, who has been fortunate enough to never lose before. It gives her too much arrogance and courage.”
Did they not see her eyes turn purple and basically make a force field that broke Idun’s bone and knock her out for a minute? Like my guys come on
“She staked vampires after they presumed her dead. She charged wolves and gave the omegas time to flee. She broke a Van Helsing coffin and killed a barnful of wolves. She stood in the middle of an endless battlefield, while we fended off the horde. She flew toward my monster in a den of wolves. She dropped to her knees in front of Idun and took a beating for a stupid fucking shifter. We should have seen this coming,” he says on a tired breath. It goes quiet again, and I move closer to Violet, reaching over the salt line to lace my fingers with hers. She smiles in her sleep, and I hear her
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“We were fools, weren’t we?” he asks. “Of course we were. She was the first thing to give us all hope for something both better and different in ages, and…”
“It’s not as though I look forward to being buried. But I’ll gladly sacrifice myself to buy her time to flee with someone who can keep her safer for longer.”
“I’m. Going. To. Murder. That. Fucking. Witch,” a familiar, but raspy voice says in the background. “What the bloody hell is going on?” “I take it back. We’re going to have to cross paths after all,” Emit says, his voice still tinged with surprise. “Vance is out of the silver.”
“Marta’s with Violet. If someone is going to keep her safe, it should be the woman who’s been doing a much better job of it than the lot of us,” Damien says tightly. “If we’re to even have any sort of hope of standing a chance against Idun’s wrath, it’ll take all four of us.”
Violets gonna come in and save the day lololol
“Jack,” he says as though that makes all the sense in the world.
Like when she broke their curse
“This storm isn’t natural. Violet can’t conjure storms. You fell out of the silver without a person to thank,” he carries on. “I feel like we’re on the outside of an inside job, and it makes me feel like I’m a pawn.”
“I’ve killed Jack three dozen times, under one name or another. What if Jack realized he couldn’t beat me as a man, and finally found a woman to haunt and use against me?”
“Because I killed the monster by slaying the man it was haunting. The monster is nothing more than some sort of spirit. It lives off the soul of a human. But—” “Violet’s not human,” Emit, the bloody brilliant man of obvious insight he is, says.
And she can’t die……
If it hadn’t been for Violet, Vance would have successfully been lost today. Consider that.”
We missed all the signs that Violet was turning into a mutinous beta. It’s completely understandable as to why she would want to rise against Idun, but…Idun can’t be overthrown by alphas, let alone betas.
“Prepare yourself, Morpheous. They come now,” she says, standing, as she picks up two silver swords.
“I’ve lived a long damn time, and for the majority of it, I let you and Dorian fuck my head up,” Amos answers, jaw grinding, as he draws his sword. “Who knows? Maybe this will be the moment I finally manage to start redeeming the bloody soul I’m stuck with for all eternity.”
Just as my sword swings against my father’s, Vanzuela Van Helsing crashes into the room, barely saving me from a brother attacking me from behind. “Never thought there’d come a day when I was fighting alongside Marta Portocale, let alone Damien and Amos Morpheous,” Zuela grunts through a mystifying amount of swordsmanship, making the shit look easy. “At least not in a real battle.”
“I’d rather not rile it. It doesn’t particularly like me, since I worked damn hard to suppress it for all those years,” Marta says, swallowing thickly as she gives a small tremble.
All I could see was movement. No form. It moved too fast for me to see what it was, Alpha. I couldn’t even catch a glimpse of anything but a hint of red here and there.”
“Damn it. She didn’t skin-walk. Idun was likely too weak to cloak her. Instead, she shapeshifted to her smallest, least threatening form. There was a cat in the windowsill that day.
The mf cat in violets house too?!
“Emit’s saved them, right? Or they’ve just been scared silent? Are they being killed?” Shera asks, sounding damn near concerned for wolves, as she presses closer to the window.
🥰
“I was born a blood witch. My mother convinced me to become a monster. I chose the monster that suited me best.
“January Violet Carmine can’t see ghosts,” he says with zero hesitation.
What?!
“What I’m saying is that Violet’s carrying around the monster,
So Anna’s been the one going crazy and killing everybody?
“Their individual names are of no consequence, because all of them are simply one of the many alarming sections of Violet’s convoluted mind, Vampyre. They hide in plain sight, misleading the eye and the mind with ease, because you trust your senses too much.”
“Five. Six. You gave us over three-hundred licks,”
“Nine. Ten,” the corporeal, pigtailed, red-lipped, rosy-cheeked, baby-doll-dress-wearing Anna sings, as she struts in her high heels. “Hyde wants to play again.”
“That was Violet spinning out of control. She’s scary when she loses control. And pretty dangerous too. That’s a different face and attitude from the last one I saw. I reckon this one’s even scarier,”
“A lot,” comes a rasp voice that gives an answer I wasn’t expecting. My gaze snaps to the hulking figure that lumbers toward me, and I stare over at Bobo in disbelief. “But you should help Damien first,” he says, his voice a strained tone full of rough syllables. “Bobo, you…spoke,” I say, as the world continues to spin faster and faster around me.
With another wobble of his chin, his voice cracks when he answers me, “We damned her for all eternity, because we just couldn’t take it anymore. I’m-I’m sorry.” He hiccups a broken sound, running a hand over his face, as his shoulders shake with his restrained sobs. “We’re all so sorry.”
What the fuck?!
“Your new beta is Pandora’s son, and he ruined my daughter’s future,” Marta says with all the finesse of a bulldozer crashing very unexpectedly through a wall.
I did not make that connection lol
He told me about the perfect storm of events that had led the monster to my child—the botched first ceremony, Hyde’s constant deaths at the hands of Van Helsing, the persistent and reckless use of blood-magic to return the monster to the box, and the unnatural storm—” “Which was caused by us,” Bobo cuts in, giving her a grim look.
“Good luck getting by me,” she says, and then she twirls that signature twirl. The dance-like twirl that comes before heads roll.
Oooooo
“Now it’s because I miss the good ol’ days when we all got along. I guess you get sentimental as you get older.”
At last. At last I have a bride to claim.
“I feel like Violet was handpicked by the universe to right a wrong,
“If I ever find that rabbit hole, my parents will just have to be happy for me and miss me while I’m gone. It’s possible I may never find my way back, if it turns out to be where I belong. But the place the book explains is too similar to the home in my head. Or maybe it’s a heaven I’ll never see, since heaven is only for the dead,”
Vance you poet🥰
Talbot mentioned a gypsy name I haven’t heard in ages. Jackals. Telekinesis. The Jackals were an old gypsy line with some harmless telekinesis skills, not too dissimilar to Shera’s line.
“In a manner of speaking. They’re all one suppressed section of Violet’s subconscious,” he answers.
“Even if it kills me, I’ll break into her mind and guide her. If I’m her weakness, then I’ll use it to my advantage, and drag her the fuck back into the driver’s seat,” I assure him.
“Then maybe I’ll finally let you claim me as your bride.” The vampire takes a step back, eyes going cold, as the chill floats through the air with more presence than he’s been able to force out yet. “I’ll cut my dick off and settle for eternal celibacy. I belong to one woman, and you know how loyal I am,”
Get it Arion 👏🏻👏🏻
Staggering to my feet, feeling my monster sitting on edge, I ready myself to fight with whatever is left in me. Vance stands, and his swords begin forming from their silver hilts. Arion’s claws are sharp and ready. Emit’s still growling and waiting on the perfect moment to strike. As one, we all take a step toward her. Idun’s smile doesn’t waver.
YEAH
