Anne Bishop The Others Novels & Stories

My father turned his head away, not even willing to speak. Pain tightened in my chest until it was hard to breathe. I was their son, too. And yet, they were sending me to my death with their own hands. Everything inside me went cold. The anesthesiologist pressed me down and injected the anesthesia. As my vision dimmed, a surge of unwillingness rose, sharp and desperate. My mother held Dylan's hand and spoke to me without even looking my way. "When Dylan recovers, you can do whatever you want. We won't stop you this time."

He blurted out, "Not like you can do anything. He got so much blood taken. He's still unconscious, I bet. Besides, he's the reason Delilah died. Are you really going to see your mother's murderer?" The look Josephine gave Henry was icy, and she flung his hand away. "He's lost his memories and needs someone to lean on. And I haven't gotten to the bottom of Mom's case. Why were you there, anyway? I told you to never show yourself around her." The look on Henry's face shifted, and Josephine had no desire to continue the conversation. She opened the door and ran straight into the colleague who had handled my procedure. "Dr. Gillard, it's Mr. Abernathy. He…"

in the sack was me. I closed my eyes mockingly as my consciousness faded. I did not know how much time passed before there was commotion around me again. I then heard Anna's voice. "Ms. Newman? Ms. Newman! Hold on!" She held me, her tone filled with angry indignation on my behalf. "Hold on, Ms. Newman. All of your paperwork is ready. When you wake up, we're going to make them pay!" I forced myself to stay alert and struggled to open my eyes in the ambulance. Anna's tears fell on me one by one. I turned my head slightly and actually saw Lucas in the distance.

"Is anyone from the other side here?" Claire started asking questions. Gregory looks at Angel and they both hope that it will work. They all suddenly feel a cold presence. That's when they knew that somebody was with them. Claire opens her eyes and looks at space. "Are you from the other side?" She asks. Gregory and Angel looked in that direction and saw a ghost in a wedding dress. Although she looks surprised to see them. She looks like she's just walking around. Angel realizes who it is but lets Claire do her job.

Frey added. "Guys, let her talk first." I joined in the conversation. I saw the sincerity in Keil's face. She also tries to stop Nathalia and Mekeni last night. She didn't even drop my phone. I feel that she has good sides. She just hiding it in order to fit in Nathalia's company. "What? No, Joy. Do not listen to that snake. She is one of Nathalia's demon servants!" Frey exclaimed. "Get lost in here—"

But I wanted nothing more to do with this scumbag couple. "It's nothing. I just want to pack my things," I said. "Once you're in Lisbeth, I'll move back to the countryside." Jessica looked relieved and explained, "It's not that I don't want you to come with me, but Marcus has never been to Lisbeth and wants to visit. In a few months, I'll arrange for you to join me." I nodded absentmindedly. In my past lives, she never arranged for me to join her for eight long years. It wasn't until Marcus married a prestigious military family's daughter that Jessica, in crushed acceptance, brought me to Lisbeth.

"*More than you could ever imagine.* We live among humans. Just like other kinds." "*Other* kinds?" My stomach twisted. He held my gaze. "Vampires aren’t the only ones. There are witches." A pause. "Shapeshifters. Banshees. And more." I blinked, my world *fracturing* around me. "I need to puke." I barely made it off the bed before he was there, lifting me into his arms. I was too exhausted to fight.

Aurelia opened and closed the parasol as she listened. "It was a woman, and she had moths in her hair..." "Carmen, the bishop worships Carmen. We met her on the way to the far east. The population of Antilla must be people who escaped her shadowy clutches and why they hate outsiders," The moths brought Aurelia back to the first time she met the shadow herself. Ayasu seemed impressed, "Why does the bishop worship the false goddess?" "She looked pretty godly to me," Tang Sai watched some fish swim the wooden uprights.

On the day Dad made me draw lots to choose a wife, I was about to draw a number when comments started flashing past. [Don't do it! The whole thing is rigged. You’ll only end up married to a hideous woman and be stuck in a cold, heartless marriage alliance with the Wests!] [You’ll end up the target of enemies of the West family even before you marry their daughter. You’ll fall into their devious trap and get burned to ashes in a fire!] [Your childhood sweetheart Mindy Sullivan has a bark that’s worse than her bite. Her disdain and disregard is just a farce. She really loves you. Marrying her is the right move!] My hand froze in midair. I told my dad that I wanted to marry Mindy. On my

“Then we’ll learn. Together.” But even as he said it, a part of him felt the truth: this was only the beginning. The Serpents weren’t finished. Bishop was still out there. And whatever ancient power now lingered in Luca… it wasn’t entirely his. From the shadows, a new sound emerged—a slow, deliberate clap. Aiden’s head snapped up. Bishop. Leaning against the remains of a fire-damaged wall, his gold chain catching the rain, his smile calm and terrifying. “Well, well… Luca. I see you’ve awakened.”