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“Juѕt people whо wеrе саtсhіng buѕеѕ, and wаlkіng and hеаdіng hоmе. It аll ѕtаrtеd durіng thаt dаrk bіt оf the blосk dоwn the ѕtrееt. You knоw, thе оnе wіth all the abandoned ѕtоrеfrоntѕ?" "Thаt’ѕ when I heard the fооtѕtерѕ. Hе wаѕ big, Blаkе. Muсh bigger thаn mе, wіth hеаvу fооtѕtерѕ, hеаvу breathing аnd so fаѕt. I knew I wаѕ fucked. I thоught I was gоіng tо dіе.”

“Juѕt people whо wеrе саtсhіng buѕеѕ, and wаlkіng and hеаdіng hоmе. It аll ѕtаrtеd durіng thаt dаrk bіt оf the blосk dоwn the ѕtrееt. You knоw, thе оnе wіth all the abandoned ѕtоrеfrоntѕ?" "Thаt’ѕ when I heard the fооtѕtерѕ. Hе wаѕ big, Blаkе. Muсh bigger thаn mе, wіth hеаvу fооtѕtерѕ, hеаvу breathing аnd so fаѕt. I knew I wаѕ fucked. I thоught I was gоіng tо dіе.”

Welcome to unedited Black book 3 of the Woods series. This book can be read independently. You can read it without adventuring into 'Married to a stripper'. I'll be extremely happy if those who haven't checked that book out do so. I hope you enjoy my works. Love you guys much much. Your humble author Zagzahzlau. ~••~ The Sunday night was frigid against unarmed skin in Buea--the city of legendary hospitality-- located in the southwest region of Cameroon.

"Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…" Suddenly black smoke emits from the words, a figure emanating from the black smoke. "I'm finally free, free from the clutches of the chronicles. It's time to claim the world once and for all and create a New Dawn under my rule." The voice chuckled. "What's happening?" I shuddered, the sinister aura cloaking the smoke. "The King of the Vampire has arrived."

I heard the familiar voice, the very first I heard after I woke up from my first procedure. "Breathe!-Listen!" My conscience continued. "Wait for my instructions. Breathe and listen!" The lights started brightening. An irritating beeping noise pierced through to my ears then another male's voice. "You think!" "But I'll prove you wrong" I heard the first voice again, remorseful and exhausted. "Hey! The lights are steadying." I eclaimed, elated. "Quiet! Don't move, you hear me! Listen!" My conscience scolded.

Grace challenges and Sebastian grunts marginally. "In my honest opinion, the City is noisy and cluttered. Brooklyn is sometimes a little noisy as well, what with all the trains, taxis, and traffic, but it's alive and filled with life." River explicates and Grace beams in appreciation. "Do you like the city, Mr. Black?" "It has it moments," he shrugs and Rivers settles into his seat, feeling the tenseness in his shoulders release subtly. "Mr. Black, we'll be arriving at our destination in less than twenty minutes." The pilot announces over the PA system and Sebastian sits up.

“You think this is over? You’ve only broken the lock. The thing beneath the Black Moon stirs, child. And it remembers your name.” Kaelira’s blood ran cold. “No,” she whispered. “The Echo was the last of it. I destroyed it.” “You destroyed its shell,” Varyn said. “But its heart — the true Black Moon — was never in this world to begin with. It’s waiting. And it’s calling you home.” Zevran stepped forward. “Then we’ll burn your god a second time.” Varyn’s expression softened, almost pitying. “You can’t fight the storm, boy. You can only drown in it.”

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I’ll even help you deal with any of them. “And how would I know you won’t back stab me?” “The same way I know you won’t. It’s not your reputation. Look up Black Dogs. You know of them?” “Order of mercenaries.” “Bingo,” the man said. “Asked them about Vanargand.” “I see.” “You heard of the name?” “It’s another name for Fenrir, monster-wolf of Norse mythology.” “I thought using Fenrir could be copyright infringement, or just piss the guy off.” “That would be unwise.”

In such weather, people hid at home, afraid to suffocate from the asphyxiating fumes, get lost and fall off the hill into the depths of the sea. The water seemed to calm. No sound of waves. No cries of seagulls. The Black Cliff sank into sleep, disturbed only by the quiet footsteps of Nocté. The current brought warmth from the south. For a while, the sea ceased to resemble icy tentacles and now warmed the girl's bare feet. There was a faint whistle in the silence, and a light came on in the fog.