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My quota of ten deaths per city was almost full. Being blind was hard - no one wished that for themselves, but I found it easier since I was an Alpha. My senses were ten times better than humans and so, I was a perfect blind man who could do almost everything. But I needed my eyes for one thing… "Hey, handsome." A lady snapped me out of my thoughts. I was sitting at my favorite spot in the club where I could feel the movement of the crowd better and the scent of different perfumes mingling with the smoke from the dancefloor.

“Crystal, don’t…” “Pro tenebris et lumine, magia surget. Pro iis, quos amisimus, et pro iis, qui pugnaverunt. Regnabimus et ducemus. Omnia in circuitu ad pulvem pereunt.” For the darkness and light, the magic shall rise. For those who we have lost, and for those who fought. We shall rule and we shall lead. All around will perish to dust. My heart raced as I saw my dragon breathing fire at anyone who stood. Blake’s eyes met mine and he ran to my side, barely avoiding the flames as he looked at me.

Because he is patient He is kind He does not envy He is... VIƬƬӨЯIӨ ƧƬΛПZӨᄂIӨ Past- July 22nd, 2032 Johnny, Jessie, and I all entered The Blazing Lights. The Blazing Lights is one of the biggest clubs there is on the earth. So, it was going to be more fun than all the other times we went out clubbing. The first thing I see once entering the club is the sweating bodies dancing to loud, bass-filled music. The bright, blinding, strobe lights illuminate the otherwise pitch-black club. I guess that’s why they call it The Blazing Lights.

"What?" "I might be blind, my sweet wife, but I can hear how shallow your breathing is," Damien murmured, his lips curving into a dangerous, lazy smile. "You're suffocating in that silk. Take it off. Change into something comfortable. Pretend I’m not even here." Avery stared at him. Her eyes darted from his relaxed posture to the pitch-black sunglasses covering his eyes. He’s blind, she reminded herself, her face flushing a deep, burning crimson. He can't see a thing. To him, the room is completely dark.

Chapter Five: The Exorcist’s Mercy The white light emanating from the Priest’s mace didn't feel like a blessing. It didn't feel like the warm, healing glow of a Sunday morning. It felt like a desert sun—blistering, dry, and soul-searing. It was a light designed to burn away the darkness, regardless of whether the person carrying that darkness survived the fire.

She's all grace and beauty, not at all like this wild child. "We were going to have you do a simple job, but you disrespected Mr. Lyon, so don't expect any favors now." He shot a look at Tony, who was chomping on a cigar, and jabbed a needle into my arm. Before I could fully wake up, I was hit by a wave of burning heat. As the drug kicked in and my face turned red-hot, they laughed and left, slamming the door behind them. The room went pitch black. I bit down hard, fighting to keep my wits about me.

The shield closed, and we were left to wait outside. An hour passed. Then two. In the third hour, the circle began to flicker with an unnatural light, a color that didn't belong in a proper healing ritual. Martha gripped my arm nervously. "That light… something's wrong." Elder Thomas's face grew grim. "She's using the wrong herbal combination. If this continues, it will—" His words were cut off by a guttural, animalistic scream. The sound was completely inhuman, filled with pain, despair, and… an unspeakable horror.

I froze in place, staring at the gleaming knife in his hand, its cold light reflecting off his filthy knuckles. His gaze fell on me, greedy and sickening, like a snake's tongue flicking. "Well, well, I didn't expect to find such a pretty young lady here." Marianne let out a heart-wrenching scream, "Don't touch her!" I clenched my teeth, fighting down the despair churning in my chest, and turned to whisper to my mother, "Mom, whatever happens next, don't interfere. "Move back. There's a trampoline outside the window that should cushion your fall.

Without any preamble, he asked me, "I've agreed to help you get your revenge on him." His words took me by surprise, and my mouth hung open in shock. What was he even talking about? I had come to him because I was out of money and my name had been dragged through the mud by Yvonne. Finding a job to support myself was going to be tough, so I took a chance on him, figuring he would not hurt me since he did not like Eric either. Had I ever said I wanted to get back at Eric? No way. He saw my puzzled face and chuckled. "Don't worry about it," he said with a smile, "Think of me as a volunteer."

“Black is ... . black I mean nothing is in its just dark!” “Black can also mean darkness, and darkness covers even the most colourful things when it comes!” He smirked. There was pain in his voice. His words always left me speechless. “But when light comes!” I added. “There is no light Desiree in my darkness, I wish it would come so bad, but that's what I have dark desires, Desiree's I wish I didn't have, I had that light but it got out a long time ago!”. I didn't know why but my heart was racing faster than a horse heading for battle with its rider.