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"Especially family members." "I could forcefully enter and you won't be able to stop me, you know that right?" I got up instantly, needing to see who it was at the door. I pushed open it, coming face to face with her. She doesn't need an introduction. Camila De Luca, a.k.a Belladonna. The De Luca's only daughter and a certified psychopath at heart. In our world, she was not to be trifled with. In other words, she was worse than even me, the devil's spawn.

Right? He shook my hand and a deep voice came out of his mouth. He might be intimidating, but he also looked like a damn model. Were all werewolves extra beautiful? I felt like a fucking midget next to him. I really hoped April couldn’t read my mind. I called her Alpha fucking beautiful. “Hi Cyrus, I am Osiris. I wanted to make sure you won’t share what you see here today. We’re making an exception for you. For April’s sake.”

But the answer was obvious to Alastor and sounded like a refusal. There are things that July does not know that since Alastor first became an agent named N, met her in the bridal waiting room. Or even when they are in a hotel room, that the man was actually hooked on her. Maybe Alastor has gone crazy for falling in love with the rough, brutal July who cursed in his presence on the wedding day at their first meeting. July was the only woman who made a strong impression on Alastor, swearing harsh words by wearing a magnificent, elegant, luxurious wedding dress that wa

“You should ask Amy. All I know is that we need to perform three cleansings over three days on you and your friend, in order to rid you guys of all your parasites without leaving an open wound. Then, you can come into the Manor, and we can perform the ritual to unchain Ku— the shadow.” He narrowed his eyes. “You had a name for it.” “I call him Kujo.” He tried not to laugh and failed. “Oh, right! Like Stephen King’s novel Cujo!” “Well, he’s big and angry and dangerous like a rabid Saint Bernard, right?” “Right!” He laughed heartedly a moment longer. “Sorry. You’re just full of surprises, young lady.” “Go figure, old man.” He elbowed me, laughing out loud again. When he calmed down, he took an

I heard Deucalion’s voice ask from behind me. Just as I turned to answer him, all the torches, candle stands, and chandeliers in the hall went out leaving us in total darkness. I tried to navigate my way around the darkness for a few seconds but before I could make it to Valerian, I felt someone seize me by the neck. I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Illyria!!”

The time for the full moon ritual was drawing near, and Dante's focus was unyielding. Isabella, known as the Enchantress, exuded an aura of mystique. Her eyes glimmered with an otherworldly light as she chanted ancient incantations, weaving intricate spells that danced around the room. The air shimmered with illusions, distorting the perception of reality and ensnaring the senses. Alistair, the Elemental, stood tall and composed, his presence radiating an elemental force. He harnessed the power of fire, water, earth, and air, each element at his command. Flames flickered at his fingertips, water swirled around him, the earth beneath his feet trembled, and gusts of wind swirled around the cha

He said and scoff leaving me in shock and confusion "I can smell ur lust and I can feel ur stupid heart race when you look at me but you disgust me.... Do you understand how severe ur stupid actions has caused us..??? You have not only attract demons but other terrifying and vile creatures.... trust me huntress this is not just a stupid romance movie this is horrifying, this is crazy... you better get ur head in the game else you loose it!!!! "He said and pushed me to the side with disgust filled in his face then sat at the far end of the tunnel

said Helia in a voice that was almost taut and brittle. “You're down to your last few drops, Helia,” said the demon servant in a raspy and gloomy voice. The gloomy demon brought out gingerly a small bottle of a dark incarnadine mixture from Helia's old cupboard and carried it to its despondent mistress. The old witch opened the philter's gilded bottle that had two golden serpents twisted up to the mouth and poured a drop of the elixir upon a small silver spoon. She hastily swallowed the homogeneous mixture from the scoop and placed the small bottle of philter on the table. The witch cried and shrilled as she had felt the burning liquid passing through her throat and her body trembled. The de

“What in the name of the Lord?” I shake my head in disbelief. What sorcery is this? Sister Abbie said this belonged to my parents…but just who were my parents? An owl hoots and I jump a little. The leaves around me rustle too as if an animal lurks behind the trees of something. My imagination starts to run wild, what if a tiger or lion attacks? Or even worse, what if creatures from the underworld like werewolves and vampires come? I slap myself on the face. “Get a grip of yourself, Alisa!” I hiss. “You are a child of light! You are…oh wait…you’re not. You’re a succubus.”

I swallowed as he slowly took in what he saw in front of him. Then as if someone lit his tail on fire, he was sprinting. He was a black blur as he hurdled toward me. I dropped the chunk of meat. I heard people's screams from the other side of the fence. I was frozen in fear. Before I knew it, he had stopped and slowly crawled out of the tunnel. He stood -tall as a horse- toward me. Expressionless. His chest heaved as he panted. A soft noise of fear slipped from my lips. A plea. I was rigid. My ears ringing. I could make out Kari calling my name. I heard someone complaining that the door wouldn't open. It was stuck. Great. Alastor slid one huge paw forward, hi