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Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

SAMRAT POV : Am checking the CCTV footage of the room where my Sugar locked herself. She is sleeping peacefully with her long hair spreading all over the bed. I took the spare keys and went towards her room. I opened it slowly so as not to disturb the beauty sleep of my beautiful little wife. " you know you can never win over me my little vixen", I murmured and laid beside her wrapping my arms around her petite and sexy waist. Her smell is very intoxicating. I love each and every bit of her. I felt bad looking at her burnt hand. She surely gets on my nerves.

I had to get out of there, but not before I peeked inside the secret room. I took the pen that he let fall and drew the songbird code on my wrist. I then made out in search of my way towards it. Once I got to it, I knocked. Just as I suspected, they inquired for the code. I exposed my fake tattoo then suddenly, the door jolted open. It revealed a long, stretched, bare, dark corridor illuminated by red and pink neon lights. Was it some sort of club? The girl who had opened the door, stepped out from behind it and pushed it, closed. She had red hair which most of it was tucked under her black beanie. She had on a black mask covering the lower part of her face, her eyes the only ones visible.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

**** 3rd POV In the shadowy depths of Paris, nestled within a labyrinth of winding alleys, lay the notorious black market. Here, six Sherpa Light vehicles, property of the Royal Guards, came to a stop in a spacious, dimly-lit parking space. Jean, the leader of the Royal Guards, emerged decisively from one of the vehicles, his commanding presence instantly drawing attention. Gathering in the afternoon light, a stout man, unmistakably a black market dealer, hurriedly approached them, his face dripping with sweat. "Where are our vehicles?" Jean demanded, his tone leaving no room for debate.

“I could… but I don't know… Hic! Don't know where Fen is.” “You lost Fen?!” I snapped. “Relax,” he drawled sluggishly. “He's around... somewhere. Hic! I think.” “Where. The hell. Are. You?” “Le… Chevalier Noir,” he choked out, and my breath caught in my throat. Why, of all clubs in New York City, had they had to choose the one owed by Darren?! I sucked in a sharp breath as my free hand fisted. “Don't move anywhere. I'm coming to get you both out of there.”

Outside The Regent Grand Hotel, Service Entrance - 3:12 a.m. A black SUV idled near the rear exit of the hotel, its tinted windows reflecting the amber haze of the streetlight. The alley reeked of oil, cigarette butts, and old rain. A woman in stilettos and a camel-hair trench coat stood in the shadow of a dumpster, compulsively checking the time on her Cartier watch. Chloe Dubois. Flawless makeup. Ice-blonde hair slicked into a chignon. Her perfume, expensive and sharp, couldn’t mask the scent of fear sweating through her silk blouse.

"Oh, Frank! Aren't you a man? Honestly, getting tripped up over some woman? Go on, kill me! I don't want to live anyway—the child inside me won't live without the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom, and it's pointless for me to stay alive otherwise! And I certainly don't dislike the idea of taking a few heads as I go down!" Frank's fingers twitched around her neck even as she continued her maniacal ramblings, but he eventually closed his eyes. "I'll let you go. Leave the detonator." "Hahaha…" Horey looked skyward and roared with laughter as he gave in. "Master Noirot, Kairo Wal… Do you hear this? Are you witnessing this?! The man you think is so invincible, so unstoppable, has just given in to me becaus

“And you’ll leave when I’m done.” I pulled a gun from beneath the desk. Not hidden. Displayed. The polished barrel rested on the spine of an old leather-bound book. Il Codice Nero: The Black Code. Fitting. Nico’s eyes flicked down. I placed my hand on it. Not gripping, just touching. Like it wasn’t even necessary to aim. “I asked for information,” I said. “You gave me crumbs.” “I gave what I had.” “No,” I said coldly. “You gave what you thought was safe.”

I roamed around to see if there are hints I could find of Sebastian. Usually, there would be Noir cars hanging around. You’d recognize them pretty quickly as one of the stickers of the car had a dragon in them. I looked around to find one, until I did. The car was parked near a subway area. Apparently one of those underpasses leads to a darker and poorer side of the town. Soon enough, I find traces of Noir members around, all surprised to see me. “Madam Kierra?” one of them mouthed at me in a whisper with wide eyes. “W-What are you doing here? Boss will kick our asses if he finds out!”