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{NOTE! ~THIS IS A STANDALONE SEQUEL OF 'HER BLOOD'}

In a world where immortality reigns, life knows no end. However, immortals are divided into two categories: the strong and the weak. The weak can be easily killed, often possessing vulnerabilities that make them susceptible to the superior immortals. 

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Tragedy strikes when my father, a weak immortal with a fated weakness, is killed by a man I once revered. This man, who cannot be vanquished, has also passed down his trait to me through my mother. I hold both my mother and this man accountable for my father's demise and all the ensuing events.

Even though my mother sent the man into hiding to atone for the pain caused, I am certain that he will return. Only this time, it will be different. He will come back to complete what he started, to seek vengeance and forcefully take back what belonged to him.

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HER SON

"Don't follow me…I want to be alone."


A frown marred his face when he heard what she said but he didn't stop her.


Desmond silently watched Angelina walk along the wide green field as she made her way to the lone tree with evergreen leaves and pink flowers all around the branches.


She had a dull face with dark eye rings and wore a purple long gown.


She looked normal but her skin color didn't have that glow, it looked slightly pale.


Desmond's eyes never left her for once, he was very worried for her and didn't like seeing her the way she was.


Someone came to stand beside him with a grim look.


"I don't know, Everand. She suddenly became very mysterious and it's frustrating." He sighed.


"Is it true that your mate is unwell?" Everand asked with a worried look.


Desmond heaved in exhalation and bit his lower lip to stop himself from falling apart.


36. WEEK 3