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Both side slam into each-other in a flurry of blood curtailing screeches, howls and other noses I’ve never heard before. Blood spills around my feet covering my silk dress in its crimson color, { Ferrah’s Memory ends}

"Monica. If you're watching this, I was wrong. You deserved a life you chose. I'm sorry for my part in making sure you didn't have one." Beside me, George's face held something I didn't have a word for. "Everything Germany controls runs through an account called Meridian," Robert continued. "Find it. Follow it. It's the only way to end this completely." He looked into the lens a moment longer. "If something happens to me and it doesn't look natural... it isn't. And George..." The video cut mid-sentence, the screen going dark like the file had been damaged or interrupted. George sat in front of the black screen and didn't move, holding himself still while something large rearranged itself ins

Breakable. For the first time since last night, I felt something stir inside me. Even broken, even near death, she still held something of Barry that I couldn’t touch. A part of him that belonged only to her. I slipped into the room quietly, closing the door behind me. The steady beep of machines filled the silence. Her eyes fluttered, then opened. Just a sliver. She saw me. Recognition flickered, faint but real. Her lips moved. Barely a whisper.

Margaret just stayed calm, she did have an unwavering confidence. “We are now in the den of wolves” Evelyn broke the three minutes silence that started when the werewolves left. Margaret shrugged. Her sister was always so dramatic. Weren’t these wolves the same ones that saved her from those dragon birds? “Evelyn, right?” the pack doctor returned to the room. Evelyn sprang from her seat, raising her hand. “The boy’s strong meridians aren’t receiving blood from the veins. His weak meridians are and can’t handle the blood so spurts it out. Is he really alive?” he adjusted his glasses.

“I was…I felt an obligation to make sure that Caris was okay. We’d lost so many children, and…we both knew why. I couldn’t…I couldn’t leave her like that. And…so when…when she called that night, I just…I thought I-” “Stop,” Merari interrupted. “You loved her. Just admit it,” she shrugged and stepped toward me. “You loved her.” “I did,” I confessed. “But there was more to it than that. I’m afraid you wouldn’t even understand because you’re-” “What? A human?” she scoffed, a stray tear falling down her cheek. “Not anymore,” she bitterly said, and as she said this, her eyes darkened, and her teeth elongated. She laughed. “You see…after…she found me, she gutted me…like a fish. Then she set my hou

"Mr. Blackstone's car just left the airport." "Perfect."Forty-five minutes for me to work my magic . And forty- five minutes until the Ice King returned to his frozen kingdom. I snapped my fingers at the team of movers. "The corpse trees first. Then the monochrome abomination over Chesterfield." As they dismantled Damien's bleak empire, I unveiled my arsenal: First was the "Blood Meridian" – A Rothko-esque oil painting with crimson so deep it looked freshly spilled Next was a "Bird Flipper" – A kinetic sculpture that danced with air currents (currently giving the ceiling the middle finger)

I could make no such promises. We both nodded. Brynn leaned against the desk and was quiet for a few moments, trying to figure out how to word something. “What happens to vampires if they come in contact with mercury?” she asked my mate. “Mercury is our version of wolfsbane. Liquid mercury is fatal to normal vampires if it is shot into the bloodstream,” Imeela explained. My attention snapped from her to Brynn, wanting to know what in the fuck was going on. Was Imeela in danger? Would someone going to try hurting or killing my mate?

It was like one of those old movies that had been recolored and looked just a little off. Brayden slid a small black jewelry box across the desk towards her. When she opened it the box blinded the camera and the screen went to complete static. Meredith heard the static get louder and louder and she began to fall faster and faster. She was moving at dizzying speeds and twirling the tree roots became black and white swirls and spiral designs that spun with her making her even more dizzy than she already was.

Daven wondered what was exactly the reason why those fish and two fishermen was killed. He went back to where he had left a cup of tea that he hadn’t finished drinking. Daven was still silent, and thinking about what the old man had said and immediately called his maid Teresa. "Teresa, could you please check on our stocks of foods and give it to those bereaved family nearby, and please give all of it to them," Daven ordered Teresa. "Yes sir! Sure! I'mgoing to do it right now," Teresa quickly answered him. "But wait, Teresa. I still have something for you to ask," he said. "Teresa, have you heard about nymphs, mermaids something like that?" he asked her.

The silence in the penthouse was deafening. Cassian stood frozen near the grand piano where they had just made love, while Sera stared at her phone like it had become a live grenade. “Meridian wants to meet tomorrow at noon,” she said, voice eerily calm. “He claims he has the original uncut security footage from that night. The one that shows you snapping the man’s neck. He says he’s willing to destroy it… if I agree to end our arrangement and bring Laurent Innovations into a full partnership with Meridian Tech instead.”