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Somewhere, he could still hear the waves although he could only see blackness where the sea should be. Looking down, Jon saw that the light from the library was still on. Jon wondered about his client's nocturnal habits and whether he would need to adjust his work hours as well to match his client's. Suddenly, Jon saw something move from the corner of his eye. It seemed to have come from the library window, but he could not be sure. Just as he was convincing himself that he was just too sleepy and conjuring images out of nothing, he saw a black creature move across the wall of the mansion like a giant lizard. The light from the library window barely caught it. Jon barely suppressed a cry whe

I steeled myself and opened the door. The hallway was awash in red. Smears and spatters of bright and dark blood covered the walls, the floor, and my door. My head reeled. What the hell happened? Why was there so much blood outside my door? Hadn't the guy in 603 seen it through his peephole? I couldn't help looking toward apartment 603. To my surprise, the door stood half-open, and it was dead quiet inside. I picked my way past the bloodstains and made my way to apartment 603.

She opened it—pages parting easily now, as though the book recognized her exhaustion and offered no resistance. She flipped past the early chapters she had already memorized. Deeper. To the sections she had only skimmed before, too afraid to linger. *Control of the Undead* The script here was denser, colder. Diagrams of binding circles, sigils of domination, lists of names for the restless dead. Zombies—simple thralls of flesh, bound by will alone. Ghouls—carrion-eaters, drawn by hunger, controlled through offerings of meat and bone.

Everyone at the university knows Jarrah Vance as the untouchable captain of the hockey team. Rich, ruthless, and brutally cold, he commands the ice and controls the campus with an iron fist. Nobody dares cross him, and nobody knows the dark realities behind the locked doors of his seaside estate. Until Marlo Cleary stumbles into his sanctuary and finds a velvet box hidden beneath the floorboards. Inside lies a decade’s worth of unmailed letters all written about her. Every letter details moments she believed were completely private: the night her home burned, the shadow that protected her in an alleyway, and the exact moment he swore she would belong to him. When she confronts him, expecti

EIRA VALE I continued running down the road, trying to get as far away as possible from him, from the gruesome images that flashed in my mind. Branches clawed at my arms, the forest closing in as I stumbled blindly through the trees. My lungs burned, each breath harsh and shallow. I didn’t stop to think, didn’t look back. The image was carved too deep into my mind—Kael, soaked in red, standing over the broken body of a man he’d killed without hesitation. His eyes had been inhuman. Cold. Feral.

She nods at me and tells me to continue "After I got that feeling, I started looking around me. I didn't see anything so I continued walking but I was more cautious. After a while, the feeling intensified and I stopped walking and look everywhere for the source of the feeling. I looked up and there it was, the figure in that drawing. I couldn't see anything except the face, no eyes just a mouth but you can feel as though it is staring right through you. I stop talking to gather my thoughts, I look towards the notebook on the bed and back at Brittany. She can see the uneasiness in my eyes and face. "After about 10 seconds of me and that thing looking at each other, its mouth opened and let ou

Boiler rooms had always seemed suspicious to me and having a monster lurking down there didn't make it any better at that moment. I looked at Reese, who was watching the darkness, but relaxed. Suddenly the same sounds came from his coat pocket with which he had already lured the Spuma to the Grim Reaper. Then everything happened very quickly. A scratch on the stairs, something big and blue rushed into the corridor, heading straight for Reese. The emerging growl was interrupted by a bang. It didn't yelp or make any other noise as it fell to the ground and slid right up to Reese's feet. It was just dead. As suddenly as it appeared, so suddenly its life had come to an end.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

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“Hurry up.” I stared down at them, transfixed, watching as the blood seeped out of their lifeless bodies. It was the longest I’d gotten to look at Six’s meticulous and deadly handiwork. It was the first time in weeks I was reminded how ruthless and savage he was. “Come on.” My hands shook as I blindly reached for my purse, his book bag, and suitcase. The ground seemed uneven beneath my feet as I dragged the suitcase behind me. At the threshold I glanced down at the bodies surrounding the entrance.