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He stopped pounding and collapsed outside. At that moment, footsteps and roars rose from the distant stairwell and grew denser and louder. Julian's screams, along with the fresh blood from his leg, had drawn every zombie in the building toward him. In the darkness, more than a dozen pairs of faint green eyes locked onto Julian on the floor. Roar! The horde surged into the hallway like a flood breaking through a dam and instantly surrounded him. "Ah!" The zombies pounced on Julian, their sharp teeth tearing open his throat, ripping into his chest, and pulling out his organs. In unbearable regret and pain, Julian watched helplessly as his body was torn apart piece by piece.

Even moving faster than one. Then what was happening now? "Not so invincible now, are you?" Jaxon laughed, striding to Zeus, rotating the weapon around his finger. "Turns out the big, bad wolfie is actually a tiny, weak dog." I didn't know if Jaxon was actually blind or out of his mind because Zeus was not tiny in any way rather twice his size and so, so beyond powerful. And for some crazy reason, I wanted him to get back up. I wanted him to be just... okay. Because somehow it was my heart that felt like being pierced by those bullets, my skin that felt the burn, and my body that felt like collapsing.

With that Zeus waved his hand at the door keepers, signaling them to open the doors. In walked a feeble looking Thomas who seemed to need help as he slowly made his way to a seat. All eyes turned to look toward him. Loud gasps echoed off the stone walls as members of the council took in Thomas’s' seemingly weakened state. He reminded me of a zombie with grayed skin. His once plump cheeks were sunk in, and he had dark circles around his eyes. His lips were pale and chapped. The once strong and fit half-blood God wasn’t even a shadow of what he once was.

was a good ruler who brought forward his town and erected an altar to Zeus, he came to commit human sacrifices, to the point of killing all foreigners who appeared in the city, Ovid affirms, violating one of the most sacred laws in Greece, that of hospitality. Zeus found out, posed as a stranger, and stayed in the Palace of Lycaon, the king's subjects had a presentiment of something, Lycaon to make sure he served the meat of one of his victims to Zeus, who, furious, destroyed the palace and transformed the king into a wolf. According to legend, the first recognized werewolf was Lycaon, king of Arcadia, Greece. In Greek mythology, Lycaon was a wise and cultured king and a highly religious pe

"How? Do you mean Zach Howe? That useless trust fund brat? Has Ethan completely lost his mind? Has Tara eaten away at his brain? Associating with someone like him? Haha! Well, it won't be long before Ethan's name disappears from society entirely." Zach was not just a spoiled rich kid. He was dangerous and had blood on his hands. Ethan playing in his territory would leave nothing but scraps of bone behind. "Aren't you even a little curious why he's doing this?" "I'm not curious. His business isn't mine. Alright, I've got things to do. Hanging up now."

I never thought I would end up being betrayed by the very hand that cared for me. “You know what? You are just so pathetic. Christopher I really don’t want to see her near me again; she reeks of weakness; her bones to me are twigs; I don’t want to end up breaking them before she even gets the chance to use them," Barbra continued ranting while I managed to stand back up on my feet.

My mother screamed—the correct reaction. “What the fuck?” Sara, my sister, gasped as she walked into the room and squatted next to our father. A large puddle of blood had formed by his face, seeping out from his mouth and nostrils. She pulled a dart out of his arm and smelled it. “Wolfsbane,” she said. “How ironic,” I responded. “What?” She looked at me, confusion on her face. “Well, it was his idea to use wolfsbane darts in battle. It’s pretty ironic that that’s how he dies in the end, eh?”

We are doomed, aren't we? Xx____xX

“Just admit it! Admit what you were trying to do tonight!” Zeus spits blood, grinning that damned grin. “You think you’re better than me? You think you’re righteous? You’re just naive.” “Maybe,” I snarl, “but at least I’m not a murderer.” He stops smiling. For a second, his face goes blank, cold, then distant. Then he lunges again.