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Marco added before he dropped the call. I guess it was time to unbury the hatchet. Even if it has rotten in the ground, we don't have a choice. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Dear Readers, Vampire and the Siren is now available on A****n, you can get a copy for an affordable price. Same book title and book cover by Musa Anastasia. Thank you.

“Great. Just great. Meg loves shopping for odds and ends there, and maybe it’s evil. WONDERFUL.” “Well, perhaps not evil, just . . . ” I wave him off, massaging my aching temples with my other hand. “Yeah, yeah. I got it. Holy God, Gavin. Demons, evil houses and doctors, ghosts, redneck voodoo zombie witch doctors and monsters . . . what the hell else have we got in this town?” He tips his head at the book. “How about gods . . . ”

" Summer grabbed the door. "This body is different. Amelia Fernandez was from the seafood market. Someone used an ice pick and drove it through her left ear straight into her brain." "How is this different? Isn't she just as dead as everyone else?" "There wasn't a single sign of struggle. Even under her fingernails was clean!" Summer stared at me. "The medical examiner ruled it a suicide." "Who can drive an ice pick into their own brain and not struggle?" "I want you to read her." I rubbed my fingers together. "Five thousand is too little. Up the fee."

As strange occurrences plagued Everwood—disappearing pets, flickering streetlights, and odd markings etched on the town's trees—the friends realized they were at the center of a supernatural storm. They soon found an ally in the enigmatic Dr. Harper, a scientist with a haunted past, who had been studying the interdimensional rifts that plagued Everwood for decades. Together, they embarked on a perilous journey, navigating both the quaint charm of their town and the treacherous depths of the Upside Realms. As the boundaries between the two worlds blurred, the friends encountered creatures that defied logic and a malevolent force known as the Shadow Weaver, a spectral entity manipulating the f

Levy asked Carla who looked at the book in front of her, seeing this Levy followed her gaze and was surprised to see that a ghostly figure etched on the pages of the book. “ I hope that you have enough blood in your body after being used as a blood bank by the dark ones,” Carla stood up as she walked towards the cabinet which was sitting right next to the entrance of the kitchen and then pulled it open before taking out an old cauldron, some vials which looked older and ancient and some other things as she walked back to the table and placed it everything down.

“It contains history books about werewolves and I brought you here to see if we can find anything about your wolf.” I look up to the shelves again that looks like they go on forever and sigh. This is going to be a long day. “Then shall we get started?” I nod slowly, wanting to get this over with. I wonder if I can find books about hybrids and their curse. Swallowing down my thought, I follow Leonidas's lead. He guides me through shelves, carefully reading the labels. After searching for a while, my gaze catches a book leather bounds with a cryptic title, ‘The Supernatural.”

“Put your finger out.” I do as he says, and I wait for the burn to come, but it doesn’t. I close my eyes to numb any pain if it comes. I slowly open my eyes to see why I didn't burn. My finger is glittering. I’m blown away. “I’m like Edward right now,” I say, grinning, thinking about the Twilight books. The author did an excellent job in a lot of things regarding the supernatural. I walk out of the cave, still masking my scent, and bathe my body under the sun.

I calmly butted in which made Quinn look at my side. “These stacks of dead werewolves were made by hunters who also lost their loved ones,” I continued. I admit, seeing a lot of werewolves on that state shocked me. I even sympathized for a second, good thing is I dragged my feet back to where it belongs. “They are werewolves who paid for their sins,” Rendall said which made me and Quinn nod in an instant. I shook my head to remove the thought that lingered in my mind since we saw the dead creatures. I am here for the mission; I don’t have the time to doubt.

She learned nothing new from books dating back to the 19th century at the oldest. She found the book she wanted not in a library. It was crammed in piles of one of the Block 71’s book vendors. A dilapidated book–with pages torn–containing ancient tales. The bookseller elf, in a gown, asked for a book so thin a price that nearly forced her soul out of her body. “A dirty secret vampires don’t want to see another daylight,” she laughed.

Nodding toward the book he said, "Is this what you encountered?" I pulled the book closer. When Laeddin leaned in to see as well, I held my breath, fighting to ignore his beckoning blood. The book had pictures of skulls with smoke coming off them, their eyes glowed red. Human bodies bent at strange angles. The pictures definitely resembled what I'd seen happen with the man in the forest and with Abby. Several different kinds of names were given, but demura wasn't one of them. There also wasn't any information on how they could be killed. "I think so."