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Blood Thirst: God of War Packing bags
Everything was going extremely opposite in her life, everything was ready to reach the rock bottom, but still she wasn't afraid.She knows that there was an active threat on her life and she should be afraid of it, but her belief in Julius was making her so strong that she was not worried about anything anymore.She knows that till Julius is by her side he would not let anything happen to her in any circumstance and that was why she was finally becoming calm and was sipping her coffee.The phone rang just as Miley was finishing her coffee. Its sharp tone echoed across the high-ceilinged drawing room of Julius’s mansion, slicing through the still morning air like a knife. She frowned because it was her mother’s number.Except it wasn’t a normal call. It was routed through three emergency channels, encrypted and re-routed via satellite pingbacks. That alone made her stomach twist.She answered immediately. “Mom?”A panicked voice crackled through the line. “Miley! Oh thank God, you pic
Blood Thirst: God of War Scared
Miley questioned the need for secrecy, her voice low but firm, it was not the answer that she was expecting. “You did not tell me where we were coming, now don't you trust me to tell me where exactly we are…and most importantly why this place is like this ?”Julius did not look at her. His hands gripped the wheel, as he was cleaning it, while turning it in circular motion with full force, and suddenly the electricity sparks making the entire place lit with the yellow bulbs, his knuckles becoming white because of the cold and the force. “I am sorry Miley, but I can not lose you to carelessness, the less you know about anything, the safer you would be” he growled, the finality in his tone closing the door on any further argument.She remembered how they had left under the cover of night, the hum of the engine blending into the darkness that swallowed them whole. How the city lights dwindled behind them, replaced by stretches of empty road. The silence inside the vehicle pressed dow
Blood Thirst: God of War Survival
The safehouse was carved into the mountainside, invisible to the eye unless you knew exactly where to look. A thick steel door sealed them inside, followed by a pressure-lock corridor that scanned their vitals as they passed. Miley flinched when a beam of light swept over her eyes, but Julius barely reacted.“Security layer. Measures vitals, heat signatures,” he said. “It will prepare medkits if anything’s off.”The main room was minimalist..cold stone walls, reinforced by metal panels, a compact kitchenette, one small table, and a bank of screens tucked into a recessed alcove. There was only one bedroom, a narrow hallway leading to it. The cot inside was clean but spartan. A single dresser. But there were no windows.Miley wandered while Julius ran diagnostics. The silence pressed in, broken only by soft beeps from his console. She moved toward the far wall, noticing a slight variation in the paneling. She touched it. A soft click responded. The panel hissed open, revealing a concea
Blood Thirst: God of War Aim
The safehouse had no corners to escape to. Every wall felt like it was closing in on her. The air, cool and dry, pressed against Miley’s skin like a second, suffocating layer. She had wanted this—wanted to be close to him, to share space with him, to not be left behind.But now that they were here, sharing the same walls, the same oxygen, the weight of proximity felt unbearable.Everything was getting on her nerves , everything was making her anxious, make her extremely unable to control her emotions, as it was already not enough that everytime she has been seeing Julius she was getting butterflies in her stomach already that, now she has to witness his care from the closest proximity possible and keep it hidden because of the tensed situation they were going through.Thinking this she was walking towards the bed.But the next moment she tripped over a belt of ammo near the foot of the bed and cursed under her breath. Julius did not say a word. He simply looked at her from where he sa
Blood Thirst: God of War Not safe
Miley did not remember how much time had passed since they had arrived there, everything was going fine till the power cut out happened without warning. One moment, the safehouse hummed quietly with energy, and the next, darkness fell like a heavy curtain. Miley froze mid-step. She was always afraid of the darkness and Julius was also aware of this.“Backup generator?” she asked in urgency.Julius was already moving, lighting a match and touching it to a candle. One flame flared, then another. Shadows bloomed and stretched along the concrete walls, flickering like silent ghosts.“It’s manual override,” he muttered. “Which means someone’s probing the system.”He moved stiffly. Only then did Miley notice the dark stain spreading across the side of his shirt. Her breath caught.“You’re hurt.”“It’s nothing.”“Let me see it.”“No.”But Julius winced when he peeled the shirt off, and the candlelight revealed the gash…angry and red, sliced across his side. It was not too deep, but it was r
Blood Thirst: God of War Miles away
The tunnel entrance was hidden beneath a steel hatch in the safehouse floor, camouflaged beneath a throw rug and a box of emergency rations. Julius had built it years ago, when paranoia was not just a habit, it was just for the survival. As he has seen enough things to know that this day will come too.“Go,” he ordered, lifting the hatch and motioning her inside. “I will seal it behind us.”Miley dropped down first, her boots landing on damp earth. The tunnel smelled of soil and old metal, its walls narrow and reinforced with steel ribs. She turned as Julius followed, pulling the hatch closed above them and locking it with a mechanical twist. Darkness swallowed them until he activated a small wrist-mounted torch.They ran in silence, their footsteps muffled by the damp ground. The tunnel sloped downward, then curved sharply to the east.“How long does this go?” she asked, breathless.“Just over a mile. It comes out near the old timberline.”A dull boom echoed behind them. Then anothe
Blood Thirst: God of War Traitor
The tension in the air was completely evident as Julius rejoined her later that evening, the shadows of the forest still clinging to his figure. He did not speak at first, simply approaching the fire they had built, a grim determination in his eyes.Miley watched him from her perch on a large boulder, legs crossed, her fingers absently toying with the frayed edges of her jacket. The conversation they both had earlier weighed heavily on her mind.No matter how hard she was trying to forget everything, his accusations, his assumption everything was making it too hard for her to forget even a single word from the last night conversation, and on the top of that there was her own guilt. She knew he did not believe in trusting easily, but she was not prepared for the way he had made her feel as though she had done something wrong by trusting the wrong people.But the bitterness between them had to be put on hold.“We have got a lead,” Julius finally said, his voice was low but steady.She
Blood Thirst: God of War His partner
The mansion felt unnervingly still as Miley paced through the darkened hallways. The night had fallen quiet, too quiet. The mission was supposed to be over. The traitor had been dealt with, the data erased, and for the first time in what felt like weeks, she thought they might actually have some peace.But peace never lasted long.Julius had disappeared into the night hours ago, saying something about tying up a “loose end” with one of his old contacts. He had not wanted her to come along, insisting it was a simple job. But Miley knew better. Nothing was simple for Julius. Nothing.She had not let it show, but the moment he left, unease had crawled beneath her skin. It was a feeling she could not shake, one that gnawed at her every time he walked out that door. The fear that one day, he would not come back.And now, as the clock on the wall ticked past midnight, that fear bloomed into something much worse.The front door slammed open with a violence that rattled the house. Miley’s hea
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Silent promise
The morning sun peeked through low-hanging clouds, casting a pale silver glow over the countryside. Mist clung to the edges of the fields like a stubborn veil, and the air held a chill that hinted at the fading warmth of early autumn. Birds chirped half-heartedly from tree branches, their feathers puffed up against the cold.Inside the small cottage, Miley rubbed her arms as she stepped out into the yard. Her shawl…usually hanging from the peg near the door…was missing. She frowned slightly, scanning the porch. Nothing.Before she could return inside, Julius emerged from the stable, already dressed in his usual dark clothes, his stride confident and steady despite the bite in the air. A thick, handwoven wool scarf clung loosely around his neck.He noticed her at once…her hunched shoulders, the faint shiver in her fingers. Without a word, he tugged off his scarf and walked over.Miley opened her mouth to speak, but he didn’t give her the chance. With simple, practiced hands, he draped
Froze
The last of the storm dwindled into silence, leaving behind the soft patter of lingering drizzle on the cottage roof. The fire had shrunk to glowing embers, casting a fading warmth into the quiet room. The lanterns had burned low, their flames now flickering uncertainty in the glass. Outside, the night air was cold and damp, curling against the windows like a restless whisper.Inside, Miley lay beneath a thick quilt on the floor pallet near the hearth, her breathing even, her body curled on her side. She had insisted Julius stay in the room. Not for protection…though she did not say it…but for something far simpler. Neither of them had wanted to face the storm’s aftermath alone.Julius had agreed without a word. He had taken his place behind her, not touching at first, leaving a respectful space between them. But as the minutes passed and the fire dimmed, he heard her breathe out a soft, involuntary shiver. The quilt rustled as she pulled it tighter around herself.He moved closer be
Peace
By the time they reached home, the sky had split open with thunder. The bullock cart had barely pulled away when thick sheets of rain began to pour down, drumming hard against the tiled roof. The wind howled through the trees, bending branches and rattling loose shutters.Julius got out first, helping Miley down from the cart before grabbing the woven basket they’d brought back from the fair. The power flickered once inside the cottage…then died completely. Darkness fell instantly, thick and full.Miley groaned softly. “Perfect timing.”“Power lines out?” Julius asked, his voice calm even as a loud crack of thunder split the sky.She nodded, already moving toward the cabinet by the hearth. “Happens a lot during countryside storms. Don’t worry, I have got it.”He followed her into the main room, watching as she pulled out two old oil lanterns. With practiced ease, she lit them. The golden glow bathed her face in warmth, flickering over her features like candlelight on water.“I will st
Running away
Since they have come here everything that has happened was so sudden that none of them has gotten to understand what they are supposed to do next.As a spontaneous village fair had sprung up near the temple, its lanterns glowing like fireflies in the dusk. Julius had only meant to stop by for a quick reconnaissance of the surrounding area, but when Miley’s eyes lit up at the sound of folk music and the scent of roasted corn, he knew there would be no leaving early.They walked side by side beneath garlands of marigolds and strings of colored bulbs. The air buzzed with the chatter of locals and the rhythmic beat of dhols. Children darted around them with sweet-stained fingers, and vendors called out their best prices in cheerful tones. Miley smiled at everything…the handcrafted trinkets, the flutes made of bamboo, the garlands of fresh jasmine…and Julius found himself watching her more than the fair.At one of the game stalls, she paused. The ring toss. Plastic rings, an array of pri
Ring
Miley descended the staircase, stifling a yawn as the early morning light filtered through the windows. The house was still quiet, save for the soft hum of the breeze outside. She had expected to find the usual calm of the morning, but as her eyes adjusted, she froze in surprise. Julius was sitting at the kitchen table, a steaming cup of tea in front of him, looking completely at ease in the otherwise still house. His presence, so unexpectedly calm, contrasted sharply with his usual reserved nature. Miley blinked, unsure if she was still half asleep.“Julius,” Grandma called, a twinkle in her eyes. “Come help me with lunch. You can be the one to knead the dough.”Julius, clearly unprepared for the task, glanced at Miley, who raised an eyebrow and shrugged, the corners of her mouth twitching with suppressed laughter. He sighed, his usual stoic expression unshifting. “Alright.”He rolled up his sleeves and approached the kitchen counter. The flour, though, seemed to have a mind of its
Winning hearts
The sun had barely risen above the treetops when Miley led Julius beyond the village’s edge, past the weeping willows and the moss-covered stones, to a grove where ancient roots twisted like stories beneath the earth. At its heart stood the sacred tree—taller than any building in the village, its bark deep and gnarled, its branches heavy with a thousand fluttering threads in every shade of red and gold.Julius tilted his head as they approached. “What is this?”Miley’s voice softened. “It’s where villagers come to make wishes. Each thread represents a hope, a prayer… maybe a regret.”She reached into her satchel and pulled out a crimson thread, fingers trembling slightly as she tied it to a low-hanging branch. Her lips moved in silence, eyes closed for a long second.Julius watched her, expression unreadable. “What did you wish for?”She did not meet his gaze. “You are not supposed to tell.”He did not press her, though he lingered longer than necessary, as if searching the tree for m
Safe with him
The morning after the ceremony dawned quiet, golden light spilling across the hills and filtering through the gauzy curtains of the east wing. The estate, still echoing with the afterglow of celebration, felt like it had exhaled—its energy softer now, more hushed.Miley sat on the back steps with a cup of tea, her feet bare, her thoughts tangled. The ring on her finger caught the sunlight, flashing in ways she tried to ignore.Julius appeared without fanfare, carrying a wooden tray balanced with two bowls of oats, a sliced apple, and a tiny glass jar of honey. He did not speak, just lowered the tray beside her and sat down. His shirt sleeves were rolled to the elbow, and a faint smear of oil streaked one hand.“You made this?” she asked, tilting her head.“I reheated it,” he replied, unfazed. “did not want you skipping breakfast.”Her lips twitched at his matter-of-fact tone. They ate in a companionable silence, birds chirping in the distance, wind stirring the wildflowers along the s
Trust and Alliance
The final ritual was set against the fading glow of dusk. Lanterns flickered to life around the ancestral altar, their light softening the sharp edges of stone and wood. The family gathered in a tight circle, reverent, hushed. At the center stood Miley and Julius.In her hands, Miley held a pair of rings—simple, gold, and heavy with expectation. Her palms were slightly damp, her heart unsteady. She glanced at Julius. He stood tall beside her, still dressed in the traditional ceremonial garb, the fabric pulling taut over his broad shoulders. His face gave nothing away.“The exchange of rings,” announced her grandfather, “is the seal. Not just of love, but of trust and alliance.”Miley hesitated only a second before lifting Julius’s hand. His fingers were warm and still. She slid the ring onto his finger, her touch trembling slightly. He did not move.Then he reached for her hand, and something in his eyes flickered. Not warmth, not coldness—but something suspended in between. Slowly, d
Shifting lines
The estate lay quiet under the weight of night. Shadows stretched long across the stone pathways, and the wind rustled the trees with a whisper too soft to disturb sleep. But Miley could not sleep.She slipped out of the guest room with bare feet and a shawl draped over her shoulders, her steps light against the cool floor. The weight of the ceremony, the games, and the persistent web of lies clung to her chest, making it hard to breathe. She needed air. She needed space.Outside, the moon cast a pale glow over the estate. The silence was comforting, almost sacred. She moved along the gravel path, avoiding the creaky spots, past the old shed and into the open garden. The scent of earth and distant pine filled her lungs.Behind her, unseen but very much present, Julius followed.He had not meant to. But when he noticed her door open, the flicker of movement against the shadows, something in him stirred. So he slipped into the dark and kept his distance, following without a word. She w
