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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.

Rows of towering bookshelves stretched into the gloom, filled with books bound in leather that looked suspiciously like skin. "Where do we start?" I whispered, overwhelmed. "Section X," Killian said, walking straight to the back. " The Anomalies." We spent hours pulling books. The Red Moon of 1402. The Feral Plague. The Betrayal of the South. Dust coated my fingers. My back ached. But I kept reading. "Here," Killian said suddenly. His voice was tight. I rushed over to the table where he was standing. He had a massive, crumbling book open.

he added before walking away, disappearing into the crowd like he’d never been there at all. Ari’s legs felt like lead as she watched him go. Her chest ached with the weight of a desire she couldn’t name, couldn’t fight, and maybe didn’t want to. And then she heard it: a low, mournful howl that rolled over the city rooftops, echoing through the alleys and streets. It wasn’t human. It wasn’t animal. It was something in between. Ari’s blood ran cold. The city, the danger, the man she shouldn’t want—it was all connected. And she had a feeling she’d just stepped into a world where the rules didn’t apply.

I followed my ruined corpse all the way to the mass grave. My limbs were twisted at unnatural angles, my body covered in crisscrossing bruises, my face drained of every drop of color—like a weed that had been stomped flat by a hundred boots. Soon, a pack of mangy stray dogs caught the scent of fresh meat. Their eyes glowed hungry and green in the darkness as they circled in. At first, they just tugged at the edges of my clothes. Then one bolder mutt sank its teeth into my calf and ripped off a chunk of flesh.

The candles flickered, casting shadows that reached like arms. Outside, the fog had returned. It crept under the cracks in the Bone House walls, quiet and slow. Underneath their boots, the floorboards trembled. Just once. A heartbeat in the bones. And they all knew: the dreams were only the beginning. Something old had noticed them. And it had started to listen.

This is kind of fun. "I brought you some books," I set them down on the bare bed frame. I almost lose it when she crawls over to me in the big-ass sweater. "Woah, these are shiny," she says taking the City of Bones book. "You have so many books," "Some of these go in a specific order," I say and start lining them up for her. "Start here," "You're leaving them all here? I don't just have to pick one?" "Yeah, these are all for you. These are educational ones," I tap Jayk's books. "They belong to Jayk,"

It read, "The Blackclaw pack has been unusually active lately. They're taking over the smaller packs nearby. Stay alert." I replied, "Don't worry. I already have a plan." After that, I set the messaging stone aside and gazed out at the moon. Nina stirred inside me, restless with excitement and hungry for revenge. The day of the ceremony would be the moment I took my revenge. I wanted Cyrus to see for himself how the she-wolf he favored would betray him. I wanted him to feel what it was like to be stabbed in the back by the one he trusted most. And he would learn that every hurt he caused me would be paid back twice over.

He turned around to me with a wide-eyed panic. “Onyx, what’s happening? What’s wrong?” “I do not know. It hurts. Do something!” I grabbed my head squeezing it between my hands falling to my knees hard. My whole body was in pain, a pain I had never felt before. I clenched myself but nothing eased the feeling. I fell toward the ground now on all fours unable to hold myself up when I heard the familiar sound of cracking bone. Agonizing, excruciating pain consumed my body as I looked down to myself witnessing my fingers elongating and claws spreading, but these were not my normal claws. These were different, more animalistic, more like…

Below, the cracked pavement gleamed like a shattered mirror, turning the puddles into mosaics of shadow and neon reflection. I, Lila Voss, had come to this forgotten stain of a town on a map because I thought I could outrun a ghost. Not a literal one—though looking at the skeletal remains of the storefronts lining the street, I wouldn’t be surprised if this town had plenty of those, too. No, I was running from the ghost of who I used to be. The city had been a cage, a suffocating construct of steel and expectations where every breath felt borrowed and every day closed tighter around my throat. I had packed my life into a single backpack, tied my dark hair back in a hasty, fraying ponytail, a

Noah continues his story throughout all five books and will continue on in each book after. There's much more in store for Noah and Michael after this book. Their lives take a drastic change in Maddox's book. I hope you continue to follow his story. Here's a list of the series in order. 5)Noah, and Omega's story. - Prequel 1) A Broken Alpha 2) Alpha Reid and the Hybrids 3) Maddox, the Broken Alpha 4) River Pack and the Vampires Coming soon, 6) Claudius, A Broken Delta's Fight for Love