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I drove all the way to Venice, where I ran out of fuel. It was only there that I took my bags and the money from the locker Oliver had left for me there and boarded the train. After a few changes and a flight, I finally reached the capital of Great Britain, London. From there, I set off for Colchester in a bus, from where it was close to Flatford, a small hamlet that contained the house Oliver had bought for us. It was close to a wooded area and we were quite a distance from our closest neighbors, which was good for raising a small hybrid of a vampire and a sorceress.

I felt the corpses rise in response to the command, even as my skeleton army flowed across the baked dry riverbank behind me. The new skeletons were smaller, their draw on my power less - rats, mice, cats, and other small creatures, fighting their way free of the soil which entombed them, until they surged across the streets in the thousands, sending the living vermin fleeing in fear. The streets of Vienthrey were active with a vast array of death.

Caitlin dove into the book, scanning through, turning the pages as fast as she could, looking for any mention of vampires, of how to heal or cure one, how to bring one back to normal life. As she began to read, she suddenly slowed down. She went back and read it again. Then again. Her heart started beating with hope. She could tell right away that this book was very different than the others. This, of all the books, felt the most real to her, the most scholarly, the most impartial. It wasn’t filled with hyperbole and myth and wild stories told by grandmothers. This one was written, paradoxically, by a bishop, in the 16th century. Also a doctor, he had seen dozens of inexplicable cases of cor

“They were out too far…for a reason. “Rodin says. Slowly, Rodin lifts his fingertips from the puddle. The blood drips back into the pool. The blood is thick almost like sludge and smells like rotten meat when it's cooked. Rodin flings the blood on the teal grass which cleans the shine on his armor. Rodin stands and he starts to walk to the tent with the flag. Varick looks over the pile. On his side is a satchel, he reaches in this compartment to pull out a book. The book’s title: “Book of The Blight.” Carefully, he sets his wolf helm down on a clean spot among the forest. The plate head sparks with pink electricity, causing the headpiece to slightly hover along with the grassy blade tips. Va

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

They or we? The other party that threw our world into chaos was the self-proclaimed animal welfare organization Live for Animals. In an act of charity they broke into Doctor Christopher Krynick's research laboratory to bring the animals to safety. Unfortunately they had no idea what was going on and a well-meaning rescue operation turned into a global catastrophe. The proles first killed their rescuers and then escaped from the research facility to bring a plague of unprecedented proportions to the world. When a hand came to rest on my shoulder and slowly brushed the back of my neck, I tried to ignore the tingling sensation. "You can leave that nice. I'm still mad at you. "

I selected the photos that told a different story , the ones she did not know I had, the ones that could ruin her little façade. My thumb hovered over the post button. My heart pounded, a strange blend of fury and exhilaration flooding my chest. And then, with a slow, defiant smile, I hit share. If Rosaline wanted to play games with me, I was finally ready to play back. Emily – Point of View The city was unusually quiet for some reason . From my penthouse office, the hum of construction below drifted upward workers laying the foundation for the hospital that would one day stand as my greatest act of both kindness and revenge.

They descended hard. Anya swung cold stone with a grunt, Corven's limp body thudding down beside her. Stale, icy wind from the catacombs caressed her skin like breath from a dead deity. She coughed, sat up, and opened her eyes through the darkness. Ell'shivar. City of tombs. They'd succeeded. Ghost lights cast a faint, ghostly glow above great arches carved of fossil bone and obsidian. The entire city below the Dominion thrummed weakly with old, forgotten sorcery—unmapped, forbidden, interred.

One or two just… flickered, as if the system didn’t know whether to mark them as alive or dead. I’d written maybe two chapters of “Bone City” before abandoning it for Neon City fanfic. “Ghosts in the Vents” was three lines of an idea in a sticky note app. “Dead Girls Don’t Trend” had been a half‑drunk rant to a friend that never made it past the message window. They were all here. On my grave. My throat closed. Behind me, the soft shuffle and rustle of boots on paper told me the others were moving, fanning out, discovering their own stones.

If the Soulbone Imprint was what they thought it was—an ancient power that could awaken the spirits of her ancestors—then it would be at Greywatch Spire, hidden behind layers of lies and military fortifications. As they reached the outskirts of the city, the familiar low hum of magic in the air grew stronger, as if the very land was alive with it. The city, with its walls and guards, felt like a cage. Out here, in the snow-covered wilderness, the world felt open—wild, unpredictable.