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I cried. “What did she do?” Her mum asks. “The psycho dare which then gives you the psycho curse.” I explains. “Don’t tell me it’s to do with that stupid urban legend?” She begged. “Yes... it is.” I reply. Callie’s mum continues to cry whilst cradling her daughters unconscious, bloody body. I have never felt so guilty in my entire life. Suddenly I hear police sirens and an ambulance. I quickly run out of the bedroom and downstairs. Of course my dad was called.

Andro has to fight to stay by his mate's side and fight off the new enemy waging a war against his family; his mafia family while protecting his identity as a vampire. CHAPTER ONE Annika’s POV In the chant of the black night, the stars were the choir, they were nights singing in an unusual pattern, singing a tone of death. Few minutes past ten, the once-cleared skies had transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black as the night laid down in a blanket of darkness.

She could finally hear her mother call out to her. “Cherry.” “Mom.” “Listen to me please. Do you see the woman who handed you the necklace?” “Yes.” “She's a friend. I need you to go with them. They are there to bring you back home.” “Okay.” The Good Witch cast a levitation spell on the girl and she was able to get her out of the tree. Then she had Isabella's father hand her the water sack. She poured the contents over the girl's tail. Her scales stopped flaking and her wounds stop bleeding. The witch took out the shell.

He smiled, remarking how that day had replayed in his mind continuously for the past six years. As the witches commenced their chant in an unfamiliar tongue, a sudden wind began to displace items from the table, sending papers into a flurry. The candles, once lit, flickered to black. Krystal urged everyone to retreat, explaining that black candles signify malevolence and expressing her doubts about the ritual. Her mother reassured her, insisting that this needed to transpire for life to progress positively.

The shadows in the room thickened. And a voice—not the monster, not a wolf— but something ancient, broken, divine— whispered right behind her ear: “Child… you were never meant to belong to wolves.” Lyra spun— And the chamber went black.

One of the vampires shrieked, and Black ran towards them with angry eyes and slashed at him, wanting to separate his head from his body if it wasn't for his treachery from behind. Aaron turned with him to support him, as the Alpha could not fight them alone. That is impossible! Zayn backed away and howled so loudly that the vampire retreated backwards with great fear. This howling is a call to the rest of his flock!!! One of them turned with wide eyes when he saw a large horde of wolves running in the distance headed by his Jack betta wolf and his father Stephen Black immediately transformed and wore what one of his wolves threw his teeth at him carelessly and hurriedly while his wolves foug

) And another three thousand marched with me, Anton, Evanore, and Alora to face the witches. It seemed like forever but it only took us a few minutes to march across the portal to the region. The smell of burning houses and flesh filled the air along with screams of horror as souls were being fed on by phantoms conjured by the witches. Their warfare was quite simple. Since combating werewolves and Lycans would be suicidal, they created chaos and brought in evil spirits to do their dirty work. I unleashed the fury I had kept locked in for hours now and opened the portal back to the underworld, caging and sending the spirits into the burning abyss. Evanore formed a shield to protect us while t

EIGHT MONTHS LATER JEFF POV These past eight months have been grueling and the most challenging I’ve ever had to deal with. No vampire attacks had happened but for some reason wolves kept coming up missing. Not just from our pack either. It was happening to packs across the country. Rumors of some turning up weeks later, only to attack their own pack as a rabid. My Beta was searching high and low for a witch that would help us. The issue was no witch wanted to help. They all refused either out of fear of the Vampire King or the fear of using black magic and losing their powers all together. I sat at my desk as I contemplated what to do next. Suddenly my wolf Alec perked up and started runnin

Then she hung up. Bella tried to call Mira back, but Mira ignored her call. She was so focused on her frustration that she didn't realize that someone had spotted her. A hand grabbed her and pulled her out of the corner, and she felt herself being held by a man who towered over her. "Who the fuck are you?" he demanded. Bella looked up at him, taking in his tall, dark-haired frame and his perfect features. But his face was marred by a deep claw mark on the left side. It was obvious that he was part of the Bloodcrest pack.

They pressed forward, their hearts pounding with adrenaline and anticipation. As they neared Rita's inner sanctum, the witch appeared before them, a vision of twisted beauty. Her jet-black hair cascaded over her pale skin, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly glow. With a flick of her wrist, Rita summoned a torrent of dark magic, intent on obliterating the hunters who dared to challenge her. Amelia and Edna fought valiantly, their blades clashing against the dark magic that surrounded Rita. The battle raged on, each side employing their most powerful skills and spells.