Romans & histoires Black Cat In The Rue Morgue

I don’t know if he will be able to since he’s bonded with her. I spot her from a distance, dressed in black with a crimson robe, her blonde hair falling down her back in long curls, and I can see the sickly yellow glow of her eyes from where I stand. Morganna sees us approaching, and with a flick of her wrist, a familiar-looking beast appears at her side: one that looks exactly like the beast Caterina summoned on the night she took out Westcott’s vamp lair.

Or maybe someone else did it for him? I washed my thoughts away through sipping on my Negroni. I close my eyes as the chisel goes down my throat. When I opened my eyes, Rustov's dark eyes met mine. He was no longer looking at the drink, but at me personally. I swallowed hard and was about to look away when I noticed something. I looked past Rustov, I could see him outside. The wall was made of transparent glass, I clearly saw the man beside a black car who just kissed the girl with him!

She nodded her head and then turned to leave before Logan took one last glance at her and then headed back to the garage. A roar of thunder could be heard from the dark sky that was shrouded in heavy clouds. As lightning flashed, many of these dark clouds lit up causing the ground to shake lightly. In the morgue room of the council, the forty or so skeletons were set up on a long table, some of them were covered with white cloth as they looked too horrifying while the ones who needed to be identified were disclosed to the people who were observing and examining them. Bright lights illuminated the corpses, while three to four members of the head table of the council were walking around the co

Just as they were about to instruct someone to dispose of the body, Yosef spoke up. "Leave it." As Carl stepped into the back hall of the mansion, he was greeted by a chilling scene. Yosef, clad in a dark shirt, meticulously wiped his slender fingers with a towel. Beneath his feet lay a corpse. The vivid red blood starkly contrasted against the white tiles, a gruesome sight. Yosef remained focused on cleaning his fingers, his expression indifferent, his unnaturally pale complexion contrasting sharply against the black leather sofa behind him. He resembled a dangerous yet aristocratic vampire seated on his throne.

I kneeled in front of him and gently took his hands in mine. "Only for a moment, but I'm right here with you. Use the mate bond to ease the pain and you'll be fine." I reassured. He nodded and took a deep breath. "Here goes." He sighed. "I, Elijah Black, Omega of the Midnight Pack, hereby cut all ties with the Midnight Pack and will become a Rogue." His face immediately contorted in pain and he put his hands on his head, groaning. I pressed my forehead against his and hoped that my presence might ease the pain a bit.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "This is all just a nightmare, Leila. Calm the fuck down." I whispered to myself. "A nightmare, wildcat?" My whole body turned numb hearing his voice. I turned slowly and found him leaning against the wall, crossing his arms in front of his chest and crossing his legs by the ankle. His dark brown eyes were filled with sadism. "Wh—what are you doing here?" His eyes went down to my body, and I covered my body right away after realizing he was looking at my breast.

In that instant, Rouge felt like she was not looking at a human but a bloodthirsty wild beast. "He's…" That was when a muscled man in black pushed open the door and walked in. He wanted to warn Rouge but stopped before he could finish. That was because he saw the ground filled with corpses and pools of blood the moment he stepped through the door. It was like a bloodthirsty demon had come to Earth!

Casie started the engine, her mind already mapping out their investigation. "Dr. Vasquez first. We need to know what this girl was before we can figure out who wanted her dead." The city morgue was housed in a brutalist concrete building that looked as cheerless from the outside as it was on the inside. Dr. Helena Vasquez met them at the security entrance, her olive complexion unnaturally pale under the fluorescent lights—a telltale sign of her dhampir heritage.

And so did his heart. The masked man got up and looked at the motionless body lying in the pool of its own blood on the floor as he was cleaning his knife. The moon made the blood look black. This stirred something in god, giving him gooseflesh. He carried the body on his broad shoulders and disappeared into the darkness. •• “Another body found, carved like an orange.” Bob said as he slammed the brown file on the desk. Lex who flipped through a file while sipping a cup of coffee started at Bob for a moment before picking the file. He flipped through for some seconds then he dropped the file.

She was mumbling incoherent words over and over as if she was talking to someone. When her eyes snapped open, it revealed the blood-red eyes he knew well belonged to the demon wolf. The chain broke and Cohen found himself pinned against the wall of the first floor. She was losing it. A smile plastered on her face as she flashed her elongated canines before he felt pain surged on his abdomen. The flesh where she embedded her claws slowly turned black, and it reminded Cohen of the mutilated rogue in Rebecca Julliard’s apartment. So, it was a demon wolf’s claws that could cause the flesh and veins turned black.