Novel & Cerita Book Dangerous Minds

a secret chamber in the pack's sacred grounds. It housed the Silver Moon's most sacred artifact: the Memory Crystals. "My Lady," the captain of my Shadow Guard knelt, presenting a shimmering silver crystal. Yes. The moment I discovered Lucius's betrayal, I had ordered my personal guard to use their highest authority. Not just to watch him, but to review all his past movements and communications. The crystal activated, and scenes flickered to life before me. Two months ago: Lucius: "What were the results?" Clara: "A healthy boy! The doctor said his Alpha bloodline is strong!"

Why would they make me leave? My body goes stiff. He’s coming. Has it already been 30 days? My stomach churns. “You need to eat lunch, Mrs. Samson.” I bury my face in the pillow, but more hands pull me away. “No! Stop!” I cry, thrashing. “You can’t—” My eyes are closed, but I know the voice that greets me in the hallway. “Ah, there she is,” Hank. The pyromaniac. He burned down two churches and a bank before being admitted. He peers into my room as the nurses drag me out and carry me to one of the day rooms.

The pain hit my nerves in a wave but I did not have the attention to pay to it right now. I could hear Lucia's shivering breath beneath him. I knew she was scared, and it got me dazed. I pull her up, and leave the both of us bent on our knees as I raised my head over the shielding table to see the men with guns skittering and shooting around the place against Benny's guards. As soon as they backed us, I dashed across the floor in order to reach for the bar. But just as I reached the end of the sofa, I am looking down at Benny. He was lying flat on his chest with his eyes wide open and a bullet stuck in his temple, his blood acting as a pillow for him.

"I thought you were going to blow his brains out. I wouldn't have been mad if you did. But you handled yourself well, brother." Atticus smirks with a dangerous glint in his eyes, making me both uneasy and curious. "I didn't want to scare Beatrice just yet. I'm sure it would've been her first time seeing brain matter on the floor." The image slams into my mind before I can stop it. Shattered bone, pink tissue, blood pooling like something out of a horror movie. My stomach lurches. I have to swallow twice to keep myself from gagging.

He held it up for a moment, examining it in the light before casually flicking it onto the concrete floor, where it landed with a tiny, insignificant tink. "One," Zandrei counted softly, his eyes glinting with a mad, ecstatic light. "Now, let's try again. Who sent you?" He asked, his voice brimming with a childlike excitement, like a madman who had just discovered a wonderfully fun new game and was eager for another turn. The man in the chair could only manage a strangled, guttural sound, a wet sobbing noise that vibrated through his shattered mouth. His head thrashed from side to side, his eyes wide with a horror so pure it was almost beautiful to Zandrei.

The dangerous kind where you start thinking about someone else's safety before your own, where their pain becomes your pain, where the thought of losing them makes you do reckless shit that would make your past self want to slap you. Case in point: I was standing in a medical wing under lockdown, surrounded by armed security and blast doors, holding a telepathic baby while explosions rocked the building. The smart play would be to stay put, let Silas and the security teams handle the augments, keep Adam safe behind multiple layers of protection.

It was a physical manifestation of a mind that never rested—a relentless, hyper-vigilant brain that needed to dissect the world to feel safe within it. Damien stood by the expansive, floor-to-ceiling window that looked out into the pitch-black forest, a heavy crystal glass of neat bourbon resting untouched in his hand. The storm outside lashed at the thick, reinforced glass, mimicking the chaotic violence that was currently tearing through the foundations of his life.

“His heart rate is completely normal again.” After my fingers remove the silver needles, my mouth says, “Now our paws must just wait for his wolf to wake up so my mind can assess his condition. My ears heard he and the other pup are in a similar boat, both dealing with a dark mind illness. The other pup's sickness was triggered by a scary kidnapping event when he was small, but what happened to Malek's spirit?” “This little pup,” Benjamin sighs heavily, rubbing his face, “he has a massive obsession with his birth mother. It is an excessive longing for her scent that has done this terrible thing to his mind.”

Unique said, lovingly. “I don't think I have ever seen somebody this fucked up in the head. I think his real life believe what he said just now.” Kymoni said her eyes widening in shock and disbelief, because there is no other way to describe how crazy Unique was looking. “Oh yea, his brain is like those scramble egg, just say no drug commercials. His brain is scrambled and fried hard.” Essence said as she back away from Unique not wanting to be in arms reach. She held her gun up ready to shoot anybody that steps too close. Kymoni turned so they were back-to-back, pointing her gun waiting for somebody to breathe too hard, because she was putting bullets in ass. She knew she had to be careful

I didn't want to leave Manhattan. But dead fathers don't leave you a choice. Eight months after dad died, Mom said we were moving to Madrid. “Better opportunities,” she said. “A fresh start.” What she didn't say was that it had something to do with his old college friend— the one who suddenly cared a lot about us now that Dad was gone. Mom said it was a fresh start. She said Madrid would be good for what she had with him. I didn't get a say. I packed my books and the last pieces of the life I had in New York. Said hurried goodbyes to my friends and boyfriend and followed her across an ocean. Now I was standing in a city that felt foreign to me. Surrounded by boxes a