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On it, charred into the grain, was a sigil a crescent moon broken by a claw. Aria staggered back. “That’s… the ancient mark. The symbol of the Forsaken.” Kael growled. “The Sealed Alpha is making his move.” Later, back in the Moonfang Fortress, Aria stared at the old werewolf scrolls. She flipped page after page until she stopped on one with a crude drawing of a tall, black-eyed Alpha wearing chains made of shadows. The Sealed Alpha. Korrin the Bound. Banished two centuries ago for trying to enslave the Moon Goddess’s bloodline.

“The Goddess never forsakes her children. It is the evil and greed of wolves that makes it seem so.” Her presence pressed closer, warmer. “I have been with you since the moment you turned eighteen,” she continued. “But I could not communicate with you. Dark magic stood in the way.” “Dark magic?” I stiffened. “That’s forbidden.” No one practiced dark magic anymore, not even witches. Every supernatural clan had outlawed it decades ago. Instant death was the punishment for anyone caught. “Power like that never truly disappears,” Carla replied. “There are still those who covet power.”

endless thoughts dashed through my mind. Suddenly I couldn't think straight. My mind was cloudy, and I felt weary. I pushed Angy aside and rushed to the window to gasp for air. "I was right; the air in the room grew thin, insufficient for the three of us. When I turned around, I was met by my mother and Angy's gaze. "Goodness...! You're sweating, darling," "This will ruin your makeup," mother said. "Don't worry, Mrs. Grey, I don't mind doing the makeup all over again; that's part of my job. And I'm here to ensure your daughter gets to the aisle in perfect look," Angy said as she ushered me to take a seat on the couch by the window. Angy brought me a glass of water as mother talked me out of

"What are you doing here?" "Hey, I know you hate me but you have to listen to what I'm about to tell you." I only folded my arms and kept staring at him plainly. "You're Valerie Hawkins, Hybrid daughter of Cassius Hawkins, leader of the Night Exiles. The vampire clan." There was a sinking feeling in my stomach as soon as he said those words, but I was pretty good at hiding my emotions so I stared at him plainly as if not fazed by his discovery. "And don't get me wrong Valerie, I'm not here for trouble, I'm just here to help. Please." He added, staring at me pleadingly. I glanced at April who was seated at the corner, staring at us before letting out an exhale.

“Their parents tried to keep them safe, but there was little to nothing they could do as the final say was on the council. After lots of pleading from the Queen, they decided to spare their lives and the unborn child, but… they placed a curse on this unborn child, and banished them from the kingdom.” “The time of delivery came, and Jessica gave birth to a normal child. Her and Anomander were happy that the curse didn’t come to pass and that their love prevailed. Everything seemed fine, until their child’s first transformation after his eighteenth birthday. They expected a normal wolf, but they saw a red-furred wolf, driven by rage and thirst to kill… The curse wasn’t gone after all. It was r

Getting ready to plunge my claws into his chest and rip his heart out, Beta Adrian, Elaine, and Delta Donovan's father; Elder Joakim rushed into the apartment and went on his knees. “Please, Alpha. Spare my son... I'm begging you, I know you are enraged with your cousin's death, but please spare my son!” He clutched my ankle, but I didn't even spare him a glance. “Tell. Your. Son. To. Say. The name. Of. His. Lover!" I seethed between gritted teeth. “urge him to say the name of the woman he has been having an affair with, that made him turn down my cousin, or there will be a bloodbath.” I plunged my claws into Delta Donovan's chest, prompting him to grunt in agony. Blood trickled out of his w

I approached the pedestal, heart racing, while Damien stood a few paces behind me, his expression unreadable. I hesitated, then reached out and opened the tome. The pages were filled with intricate symbols, archaic text, and sketches of creatures that defied explanation. As I skimmed the pages, I began to piece together a narrative of balance and chaos—a tale of an order that had sought to harness the raw forces of creation and destruction. The text spoke of a “Chosen Vessel,” a being who would carry the mark of the Forsaken and become a conduit for ancient power. It described a ritual of transformation, a dangerous process that could either elevate a mortal to near-divine status or condemn

Clever girl. After this, I'd make sure they stayed protected all throughout the trial, even if they had to live with me, and then I'd find a good foster home for both of them where they could be together. These little girls were so important to this case. Their father worked for the biggest criminal I've ever had the pain and pleasure to chase. Tiberius ‘T.K’ Kian was a corrupt, slippery fish who always cleaned up his trail even if he had to cover it up with the blood of others.

Atlas huffs a breath through his nose, but it’s not amusement, it’s sharp and bitter, like old ash in the throat. “Not usually,” he mutters. “Not unless I’m weak. Uncentered. Furious.” He finally looks up at me then, and something in his eyes isn’t just his. There’s something ancient in them. Something not quite human flickers just beneath the surface, like the veil between them is thinner out here in the wild, where the rules don’t matter as much. “Cole touched you,” he says again, quieter now, but no less pained. “And Sky… snapped. Not because he thought you were in danger. But because someone touched what he sees as his.”

"How about this: Why did the boy bring a ladder to school? Because he wanted to go to high school! High... school?" ​Still nothing. The Storm sat there like a statue carved from ice. Not a smirk, not a blink. No one in the history of Blackhood High had ever seen him smile. ​"Maya, stop," I hissed, feeling the awkwardness radiating off them. ​"I’m not done!" Maya whispered back. ​She reached into her bag and pulled out a small, battery-operated handheld fan. She turned it on and pointed it directly at Kael’s face, letting the breeze blow his dark hair back.