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The moment the servants scattered, the last wisp of air left my lungs. My soul drifted weightlessly out of my body. I hovered in a daze, half-transparent, and softly asked the system in my mind, 'Can you transmit me now? I want to go home.' But the system's mechanical voice was flat and unyielding: [Only once the male and female leads acknowledge your death can you exit this world.] I paused for a moment, then let it go. I'd survived decades—what was a little more waiting?

"Maren, I know I failed Robb. But he's already gone. There's a living person down there right now." He stopped and looked up at me. "Maren, I'm begging you." "Ten years ago, my son was 3,600 feet below the surface, slowly using up his last breath of oxygen. Do you know what his final moments were like?" Griffin's entire body was shaking. "He said, 'Mom, it's so dark. I'm scared.' "He said, 'Dad sent someone to save me, right?' "He said, 'Mom, I can't hold on anymore. I'm so tired. I want to go to sleep.'

The author of the book he was looking at must have been a busy man throughout his career and the entries he had apparently written were joined together in no chronologically order, one by one, they all told stories of different civilization that had been buried during mankind's quest for power. As Ifenna stared at the book again, feeling confused and tired, another disheartening thought occurred to him. It was one of the pages of the book that had been written with the title of a man who shared the surname with a woman he met about two years ago. The title of the page he was looking at was written in bold capital letters. JAMES BLACKWHEEL

Their jobs were to protect their Alpha and Luna and to also help with cake duties. As time went on, the humans started to hunt and kill werewolves for sport. The ones whowere able to get away found frfuge in the deep parts of the forest. The last known sighting was well over a hundred years ago {END OF STORY} Ash has gotten older since then and there have been many changes in her life now. Unfortunately, her grandfather had passed away a few years ago, then this past year she lost her mother to cancer. It's been very hard for her nut she is very lucky to have her life long best friends, Kime and Toni by her side.

I can't seem to think past the ache in-between my legs, talk less of forming coherent sentences. Images of him pinning me to this very wall, tearing my clothes off and pounding into me in the most feral way possible fill my head till they're all I can think about. But the asshole steps away, a smirk on his face. One that I'm sure will haunt my sleep tonight. “So, Little Trouble,” he begins. " I'll have you understand the full story behind the curse that's on our bond." He fishes a huge dusty book from the cupboard and places it on the table.

She rolled her eyes but put the gun on its stand. ‘It is unloaded, and the safety is on. It isn’t my first time holding a gun.’ She said, reaching for the MRE packets and reading them. I went to the small bathroom and checked the faucet and lo and behold there was running water still. Alice came to see when she heard the sound of water. ‘What is that place?’ She signed her eyes wide with wonder and excitement. I chuckled. “I think this place belonged to one of those survivalists, but I guess he wasn’t living in this world anymore.” Alice hummed and went back to the supply room.

My hand was shaking because I was afraid to do the thing I had never done before. The dark and narrow surroundings were full of guns pointed at around me. "Let me go, Lever because for what you have done, there is nothing left in Winchester, if you kill me, they will kill you either," President Hernandez told me. They didn't really know that my father's Rifle was still alive, they still believe that I'm the last Winchester. "If I'm going to die too? Why don't I take you with me?" I whispered to Jacob Hernandez. "Lever, release President Hernandez," Secretary Luke ordered me.

There was a letter on his desk. If he hadn't been a firm non-believer, he might have screamed on the spot. When he opened it and read the contents, a chill ran down his spine. Then, just as quickly, he let out a short laugh. Another one. People claiming the world was ending, disasters piling up, society collapsing, everyone doomed… They saw all kinds of things here. Some confessed the moment the handcuffs went on. Others came in rambling about supernatural powers, claiming they could speak to gods. All they needed was 50 pounds of oil and grain as an offering, and on New Year's Eve, the gods would send down an ark and give them a ticket off this planet.

Atlas reached out with a numb hand and clicked the radio off. The silence that followed was absolute, terrifying, and profound. The last fragile thread of hope that had sustained us through the nightmare of the Keep snapped in an instant. No armies were coming to save us. There was no safe territory waiting over the mountains. The entire world was burning, devoured by the same grotesque horror that had taken Sia, Timmy, and Marcus. Vanya sank onto a wooden stool, burying her face in her hands as silent, hopeless tears spilled through her eyes. Kenny stared at the black radio with wide, hollow eyes, his shoulders slumping under the weight of total despair.

The next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed after having one of the best sleeps of my life. It was as if my nerves and thoughts finally quieted and relaxed me. "It's because I've been suppressed this whole time. Now we can let our true self be free." "I don't know about that yet. I don't think humans are supposed to know about us." "No, but we can find a pack to live in! We can be surrounded by our own. We can live free there."