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I didn't wait to hear the final bell ring. The moment the teacher closed her book, I was out of my seat, my books already in my backpack. I had earlier told Dad and Mom not to bother picking me up. Not because I was embarrassed of them, but because I wanted to take in the glory of the weird town again, and most especially, I wanted to watch the translucent girl closely. Raven Hollow High School was just as strange as the town that housed it_quiet, eerie, and filled with eyes that lingered a little too long. But none of these strange things stuck to me the way the strange breathtaking girl did. The girl with the snow white skin, and long gray hair, you'd think it wasn't real. True, that she hadn't said a word to me, or even spared me a glance... but her presence was suffocating. Cold. Ethereal. Distant. Like she belonged to another time, another world entirely. She was the kind of character you'd see in horror movies. Her porcelain skin made me remember the vampires from the

Back at Texas, I usually slept till 7:30 a.m before waking to prepare for school, but here, it wasn't the same. I've never dreaded a Monday like I dreaded this one, all my life. My alarm buzzed at 6:30, ruining my half decent dream about waffles, and my Texan besties. I slapped it off, shutting my eyes tightly so I could go back to the dreams. Mom shouted something from down the hallway. I groaned into my pillow, and sat up on the tiny bed. I hated it here. Everything was different. The strange ceiling above me. It wasn't the ceiling I used to wake up to. The room looked strange, and I wished it would disappear in a blink of my eyes. I stared at the wall, and I hated it more. Instead of the posters of my favorite band, it was a bare wood with a water stain in the shape of something vaguely resembling a skull. I groaned loudly and fell on the bed, kicking my legs into the air with frustration. This house felt more like a haunted bed-and-breakfast, than a home. It was cold, quiet, cre

MARY'S POV I used to believe that I had it all figured out. I loved Texas. It was loud, bright, and bold; just like me. There were fast cars, loud music, and bonfires that lasted until dawn. And then, there was my friends that had become more like a family. Life at Texas was just perfect for me. I knew who I was in that world, and I had a wonderful set of routine. My school, where I was even the cheerleader for our basketball team. Movie marathon nights with my clique, a lot of sleepovers, and summer parties at my favorite beach house. I had everything I could ever want. Until the accident happened. It wasn't just any regular kind of accident, or the type seen in Hollywood movies. It was a horror-filled accident that had cracked something in my parents. We were out on a sunday like every other family. We visited the park, rode in the rollercoasters, and saw a movie. It was the perfect family time for a perfect family. With music playing aloud from the car radio, we danced to th

They called it the Raven Hollow Town.Even the name tasted like ash and shadow when spoken aloud. It was a town, old with time, and hidden in the deep Northern reaches. These town nestled between jagged mountains, and dense ancient woods that whispered of things unseen.Unlike other cities, Raven Hollow wasn't a place people readily moved in to. The townfolk of this dark city were rumored to be cursed. They never asked too many questions, never stayed out late, and they never stray too far from the streets once dusk has kissed the sky.This routine wasn't a thing of choice. It was an unspoken rule that they had to adhere to, for their own safety.There was something in the air; an unspoken fear that clung to the mist, and threaded through every whispered warning."Keep your doors locked at night." They said."Do not open your doors to anyone after midnight.""Stay indoors after dark.""Never stray into the woods..."And the loudest warning of them all was;"Do not trust any friendly

By the following morning, the rumors had grown teeth.What had started as a strange story about twenty employees being dismissed from Lucas's company had become something far uglier. Every hour brought a new version of the story, and every version seemed more ridiculous than the one before it.Someone claimed the employees had uncovered illegal activities.Another insisted Lucas had fired them because they had threatened to expose a secret.Someone else swore the twenty workers had all disappeared.That one gained thousands of shares before anyone bothered to question how twenty people could simply vanish from one of the most recognizable companies in the city without a single police report.But the internet had never needed facts to create a monster.It only needed a rumor.And Lucas was becoming one.Screenshots began circulating.Old photographs.Business articles.Blurry pictures of him leaving his company.People dissected every expression on his face as though his eyebrows held

It began so quietly that no one noticed.There was no explosion.No bloodshed.No supernatural battle tearing through the streets.There was simply a man sitting at his desk, staring at a computer screen, unable to remember why he had opened it.His name was Daniel.He had worked for Lucas for nearly four years.He was responsible. Punctual. Reliable.The sort of employee managers rarely had to worry about.Yet, for the past three weeks, Daniel had begun arriving late.At first, it was fifteen minutes.Then thirty.Then an hour.When his supervisor asked him about it, Daniel would stare blankly for several seconds before answering.“I don't know.”It wasn't laziness.It wasn't rebellion.Something was wrong.And Daniel wasn't the only one.Across Lucas's company, little things had begun changing.Employees forgot passwords they had used every day for years.Meetings were missed.Documents were misplaced.People fell asleep at their desks and woke up unable to explain how much time had

Selene had always wanted more.More than recognition.More than power.More than the title of a witch whispered with fear.She wanted something that no witch from her coven had ever dared to reach for.Godhood.It had begun as a quest to prove herself.Then it became an obsession.And eventually, it became the reason she disappeared for months at a time, traveling across forgotten lands, crossing forbidden territories, studying ancient texts that had been buried beneath temples older than most civilizations.She had spent centuries preparing for one battle.The battle that would either elevate her above every witch who had ever mocked her...Or destroy her completely.There were legends among witches about the Ghosts of the Underworld.They weren't ghosts in the ordinary sense.They were remnants of beings who had existed before the current order of the supernatural world. Ancient entities that had refused death and, in doing so, had become something worse than demons.They lived bene

For a while, Selene managed to convince herself that nothing had changed. She still returned to Velkris when she could. She still listened to him speak in that low, dangerous voice that had once made her heart race. She still knew the exact expression that appeared on his face whenever he was amused, angry, or trying not to show that he cared. But there was something between them now. Something neither of them could pretend not to see. Lucas. His name had become an invisible presence in every conversation they had. Whenever Selene disappeared for days, Velkris knew where she had gone. Whenever she returned with another story about Lucas's progress, another discovery about his abilities, another plan for the creature she was determined to create, Velkris's patience became thinner. One evening, they stood beneath the dead branches of an ancient tree overlooking a valley swallowed by darkness. Velkris had been silent for several minutes. Selene knew that silence. It meant he wa

The forest had learned to fear Selene's grief.For days, she had wandered beneath its twisted branches with blood on her hands and vengeance burning through her veins. She had tried everything she knew.Curses.Bindings.Fire.Blood magic.She had even attempted to summon the dead.Nothing worked.The coven was too powerful.There were too many of them, and Selene was still only one witch.A powerful witch, perhaps.But one witch nonetheless.She had attacked them once.She had nearly died.She attacked them again.They had broken three of her ribs and left her bleeding beneath the roots of an ancient oak.Still, she returned.She couldn't stop.Not when her parents were gone.Not when their blood had stained the floor of the home where she had grown up laughing.Not when the same witches who had once mocked her family had decided that her parents were too dangerous to be allowed to rise again.Selene knelt beside a shallow stream, her hands trembling as she drew another circle into t

Long before Selene became a goddess, before silver light gathered around her hands and ancient creatures learned to fear the sound of her name, she was simply a little girl who laughed too loudly. She was born beneath a moonless sky in a village hidden deep within the northern woods, where witches lived behind layers of enchantments strong enough to make ordinary humans walk past without ever realizing a settlement existed beyond the trees. The village belonged to the House of Veyra. Once, the Veyras had been one of the most feared witch bloodlines in existence. Their ancestors had been powerful enough to bend storms, speak to the dead and curse entire bloodlines. Their name had once been whispered with caution in the halls of the oldest covens. But by the time Selene was born, almost none of that glory remained. Decades earlier, something had happened within the Veyra bloodline. Nobody outside the family knew the complete story. Some said an ancestor had attempted to summon s