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My grandfather had been dead for years. Marcus looked just as surprised as I felt. The stranger continued watching me carefully. As though measuring my reaction. "You knew him?" I whispered. "Very well." I stared at him. Trying to determine whether he was lying. Trying to understand what was happening. The stranger slowly reached into his coat. Instantly, half a dozen weapons aimed directly at his chest. "Easy." He froze. Then carefully withdrew a small object. Not a weapon. A photograph. He held it out. Marcus stepped forward and took it first.

She never managed to take the first step. Black smoke slowly escaped from the stranger’s sleeve—it wasn’t ordinary magic, nothing the hybrids had ever seen. It was alive. It moved like a serpent, silent and fast. It reached the girl in an instant, entering through her mouth, her nostrils, her eyes. The young woman widened her eyes, tried to scream, but no sound came out. She brought her hands to her neck, falling to her knees in the snow. Her entire body began to shake violently. Black veins appeared under her skin, climbing up her neck like rivers of ink. Her eyes completely lost their color, becoming dark pits.

Squeezing her lids shut, she tosses her head back as she screams at the top of her lungs, "OKAY! FLIP! YOUR SHAFT IS THE ULTIMATE, DIVINE CONQUEROR OF MY BODY AND MY SOUL!" The second those words blast through my phone speaker, my soul evaporates from my body. The trashy video suddenly glitches out. A loud static pop comes through and the screen flashes white. When the video feed smoothes out, the dark strip club setting is gone. And standing side-by-side against a glowing white backdrop are two people holding each other tightly around the waist. My stepsister, Cherry, wearing a sparkling pink crop top with flawless makeup, and my ex-boyfriend, Shawn, wearing his VSU jersey with that arrogan

the stranger groaned, their muscles straining as they held her hanging body. Olivia looked up, her wide eyes locking onto the stranger’s. Their face was tense with effort, drops of sweat glowing in the moonlight. “Don’t let go!” she plea, tears running down her cheeks. “I won’t,” they said clenching their teeth. With a determined sound, the stranger pulled her up, inch by inch, until she was back on the cliff. Olivia clung to the rock; her body was shaking from the nearly-death experience. For a moment, neither of them spokes. “Are you okay?” the stranger finally asked, their voice softer.

But my feet refused to move. I was frozen, trapped by horror and a terrible, mesmerizing fascination. The stranger stopped. His head tilted slightly, and a low growl rumumbled in his throat, a sound that was not human. Then his shoulders began to shake. I frowned, confusion mixing with my terror. Was he sick? Was he having a seizure? His body suddenly jerked, a violent spasm that racked his entire frame. I stumbled backward, my heart in my throat. A strange cracking sound came from somewhere inside him, the sound of bones breaking and reshaping. My hand flew over my mouth to stifle a scream.

The boys quickly formed a defense stance behind each other giving me the chance to look at the source of such a strong voice. The tattooed stranger! “And who are you to tell us that?” The leading guy asked, his voice hard unlike that of a teenager he is. “Someone who can break your bones and dumb them in a police cell if you don’t leave this minute” he threatened It’s highly unhealthy how his strong command makes my painties wet in the face of danger. I must be going crazy.. The boys ran away in a matter of seconds leaving just the two of us in the area. “Uhhhm…. Thanks” I managed to say

The air was choking, while wolves howled in agony somewhere beyond the flames. She ran through the destruction desperately. Calling out loudly. “Chris… Chris!” But there was no answer, only screams. Then she saw him at a far end, Chris knelt in the dirt near the council grounds, blood covering his hands while shadows crawled around him like living things. His wolf growled weakly beneath the darkness consuming him. And standing behind him was a tall figure with crimson eyes. He was smiling mischievously “Beautiful,” the stranger murmured. His voice echoed unnaturally through the nightmare. “You’ll break wonderfully.”

Suddenly he heard a sound like something being charged. And of course it made him alert and look behind him. Seeing that all his followers seemed to be standing with their faces shocked by something. One by one, they looked at their bodies that were suddenly bleeding. Then, all of a sudden, their entire bodies just fell down, cut into pieces that instantly stunned everyone who saw them. "Wh-what is this?" asked Lucas, who was obviously shocked to see what was happening here. Seeing the body parts of his subordinates. Some people even looked conscious but were already dying. There was no way they could be helped.

he muttered, scanning their surroundings. Suddenly, a soft rustling caught Ethan's attention. From the shadows emerged a figure—a solitary figure carrying a basket filled with healing herbs and plants. The newcomer approached cautiously, their eyes meeting Ethan's with a mix of curiosity and concern. "I can help," the stranger offered in a hushed voice, their hands already sorting through the basket. Ethan hesitated for a moment, then nodded gratefully. "Please."

he murmurs lowly. The stranger looks between Kastriv and I, unbothered that we clearly know each other. "I'm going to need my payment now." Kastriv turns to the man, and smiles wickedly. "Of course, here you are." In a movement so fast, he reaches out and snaps the strangers neck. The body falls limp at his feet, Kastriv taking a step back distastefully. "Kastriv!" He nudges the body with his foot. "Waste of space..."