Todos os capítulos de Lurking in the Dark - Book 2: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Core group: Feles-ProlesSubspecies: CascusLineage: The forefather of Cascus is the general house cat.Size: head-torso length from 47 to 52 centimeters (with tail 74 to 77 centimeters), withers from 29 to 33 centimeters.Weight: 3 to 5 kilogramsColor and Appearance: The Cascus is a very slender, muscular prole. The Cascus is characterized by its extremely long legs. The basic color of the fur is a deep black, which is only set off by long, white hair around the face, neck and neck. In this abundance, the small head looks small and delicate.Character: Pronounced social behavior among each other.Features: Toxic, extremely fast. Always in a big pack.Lifespan: A Cascus has a life expectancy of five to seven yearsDistribution: normalDistribution area: South and North America, Europe. -----Core group: Dama-ProlesSubspecies: DorcasDescent: deerSize: head-torso length f

So guys, two extra spicy currywursts and because it's so warm today, I'll give you a free lemonade on top.""Oh," Maddox said, taking his meal. At the promising smell alone, his stomach gave a very emphatic growl. “Eleanor, you are a real angel. If it wasn't for your husband, I would carry you straight to the back of my truck and express my gratitude. "Eleonore, the owner of the little snack bar on Hautstrasse, laughed heartily. “You old charmer. If only I were ten years younger. ""Put another ten up, you still wouldn't be safe from me."While Eleanor burst into ecstatic giggling, his partner Gian rolled his eyes and began systematically to devour his food.Even if Maddox gave the impression that he was not aware of the world around him, he did. Gian and everyone else in his life thought Maddox was a casanover who didn’t miss a rock and he did everything to maintain this image. Very few knew that he had no interest in women, but

Fool," I hissed and then made my way to the man who in the meantime had managed to get on his feet, but was still able to avert his gaze from the Candir's carcass.Yes, even if there have been many people who have already had bad encounters with proles, there are still some who have so far been spared. And the way this man looked, he was probably one of those lucky ones - well, he had been until today.I walked over to him, leaned forward slightly, and studied his cheesy face. “Are you okay? Have you been hurt? "His gaze flicked to me and then back to the corpse. His tongue twitched nervously over his lips. "No," he said, shaking his head. "No, I ... everything is okay.""Are you sure? We can have an ambulance fetched so ... ""No, everything is fine." His eyes flickered to me again, only to then rush back to the candir. This man really seemed like someone who had previously been spared such cruelty."OK. Maybe you'd better sit down a

I guess I just said that." Jilin adjusted the folder in front of him a little. “It was really just a coincidence. And only because of this, the other three Iuba were not killed, but captured. They also have numbers in their ears. ""Who tattoos proles?" I asked.Reese seemed confused too. "Historia does that."“Yes, but they haven't been to Historia yet. Or?"Jilin shook his head. “No, they weren't, but Reese's train of thought is not bad. These three Iuba also come from a research institution. Only this was directed by our esteemed Doctor Christopher Krynick. "My mouth opened, but no sound came out."Wait a minute," Reese said, leaning forward a little. "Are you saying that these three Iubas are from the first generation?"The first generation, the proles, who were born in the research laboratory of the dear doctor and thus were the forefathers of all descendants today."It looks like this." Jilin ran her fi

Very carefully and without making the slightest noise, Cherry put one paw on the graying carpet and then remained motionless again. The next step took several seconds. She fixed the little toy mouse without even blinking.When the mouse didn't move, it took another step, then suddenly began to wiggle its buttocks vigorously and fell off. The great huntress had already grabbed her unsuspecting prey and battered it with teeth and claws to show her who was the boss here."Cherry," I warned the white cat because she had messed up the photos of my parents on the floor during her maneuver and pushed her aside.Out of shock, or simply because she was having a lot of fun, she threw the mouse in a high arc and then rushed under the bed with a monkey tooth. Calm returned and there was only a forgotten mouse and two reflective eyes under the bed that watched me very closely - could still give me something to eat.Cherry was a white longhair cat that was quite small