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We spread out, preparing to fight. Sterling and I moved to flank her, while Becca and Elara focused on the surrounding vampires.

"You think you can defeat me?" Elena taunted, her eyes flashing.

"We're not here to fight you," I called out, trying to keep my voice steady. "We're here for the Book."

"You're a fool," she spat. "The Book is mine, and with it, I will rule over the living and the dead."

Lyra stepped forward, her eyes locked on Elena. "The prophecy says nothing of ruling," she said, her voice echoing in the clearing. "It speaks of balance, of a world where humans and vampires coexist." Elena's laugh was like nails on a chalkboard. "Balance? There is no balance in this world. Only power, and I will have it all."

"That's where you're wrong," I said, drawing my sword. "We won't let you use that book to destroy everything."

The vampires around us hissed, their eyes glowing with hunger. But we stood firm, our resolve unshaken.

"You may have the book," Sterling said, his voice carrying across the clearing. "But you are not the key to the prophecy."

Elena's eyes narrowed, and she sneered at him. "And what makes you think so?"

"Because," I stepped up beside him, "you are weak."

"Is that so?" she sneered.

"You are not the one to fulfill the prophecy," Becca said, her voice clear and strong. "The book will destroy you."

With a roar of anger, Elena raised the stone and the Book. The ground trembled beneath us as she began to chant. The air grew thick with dark energy, the vampires around us howling in anticipation. "Now," I shouted to my companions.

As one, we charged. Sterling and I took on the vampires guarding the perimeter, our swords flashing in the moonlight. Becca and Elara focused on the ones closer to Elena, their spells lighting up the night like a macabre fireworks display. Lyra and I closed in on Elena, our eyes never leaving hers. She was powerful, but so were we. She could feel it, a force that she hadn't accounted for.

"You won't win," I said, my voice steady. "You can't."

Elena's smile was chilling. "You think your little band of misfits can stop me?"

Lyra took a step closer, her eyes blazing with power. "I'm not just any witch," she said, her voice a deadly whisper. "I'm the prophecy's weapon."

The energy in the clearing grew to a crescendo as Elena's chant reached its peak. The book began to pulse with a sickly light, and I knew we had to act fast.

With a shout, I leaped towards her, sword at the ready. But she was too quick, dodging my blow and sending a bolt of dark magic at me.

Lyra jumped in front of me, her body glowing with a light so bright it was blinding. The magic hit her, but instead of destroying her, it was absorbed into the now glowing marks tattooed on her skin.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

For a moment, she stood there, absorbing the dark energy. Then, with a scream of pure power, she sent it back at Elena. The impact knocked the book from her grasp, sending it spiraling into the air.

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We watched in shock as the book hovered above us, the pages fluttering like the wings of a giant bat. Then, with a deafening roar, it shot towards the heavens, disappearing into the night sky. Elena's face twisted in fury, and she lunged at us. But she was too late. The power she had sought had slipped through her fingers.

The earth beneath us grew still, the tremors ceasing as the Book of Blood vanished into the night sky. Elena's eyes widened with disbelief, and she screamed in frustration, her power dissipating like smoke in the wind. "You bitch!" she snarled at Lyra, lunging towards her.

But Lyra was ready. With a grace that was both terrifying and mesmerizing, she met Elena's charge, her fangs bared. The two clashed, their power colliding like thunderous waves.

"The prophecy is not about you," Lyra hissed, dodging Elena's deadly magic. "It's about balance, about unity."

Elena's eyes narrowed. "Unity with monsters like you?" she spat. "Never."

"We are all monsters," I interjected, cutting down a vampire that had been closing in on us. "But we can choose what we do with that power."

"Choose?" Elena's laugh was cold and mocking. "You think you have a choice?"

"We always have a choice," I said, my voice firm. "And I choose to stand with my friends, to fight for a world where we can all live in peace."

Lyra and Elena continued to clash, their movements a blur of magic. I could see the doubt in Elena's eyes, the flicker of fear that the prophecy she had staked everything on might not be what she thought it was.

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"Your time is over," I shouted to Elena, dodging another spell. "The book is gone."

Elena snarled, her eyes flicking to the sky where the book had disappeared. Then, with a roar of rage, she turned her attention to me.

But she was too slow. I had anticipated her move, my reflexes heightened by the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I stepped aside. "You're going down, Elena," I shouted.

Her eyes flared with rage, and she flung a ball of fire at me, her eyes gleaming in the moonlight. But I was ready for her, sidestepping the flaming ball.

"You will never understand," she hissed.

"Maybe not," I replied, parrying her attack with one of my own. "But we're going to make sure you don't destroy the world."

The battle raged on, our magic singing through the air with a rhythm that seemed almost musical. The forest around us had grown silent, as if it were holding its breath, waiting to see which side would emerge victorious. "You think you're so superior," she spat, her eyes alight with fury. "But you're just animals, fighting over scraps of power."

"And you think you're above us," I countered, pushing her back with a powerful blow. "But we're all just trying to survive."

We circled each other, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. The clearing was a mess of broken branches and displaced earth, a testament to the fury we had unleashed.

"The prophecy," she panted. "It's all I've ever known."

"It doesn't have to define you," I said, trying to reason with her. "You can still choose."

But Elena was beyond reason. Her eyes had gone fully black, the madness of her obsession consuming her. "You're all going to die," she sneered.