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She reached into her handbag, digging around then producing a couple of printed pictures which she tossed onto the coffee table. My shoulders seized with tension when my gaze shifted to look at them. Benny standing behind me released a grunt of dismay. The first picture showed Coraline sprawled unconscious on a narrow metal bed, a section of her usually vibrant blonde hair turned rust-colored due to the blood seeping out of a jagged wound somewhere on her head. The second was of her tied—no, strapped—to a chair, her hands behind her and her ankles bound together. Her hair was matted, her face was bruised, but her gaze remained fierce, glaring into whatever camera had taken the picture.

Look closer. Her gaze settled on a particularly weathered book tucked away near the corner. Its cover was simple, but a faint embossed design caught the light - a pair of intertwined wolves beneath a crescent moon. The image sent a shiver down her spine, and her fingers tingled as she pulled it from the shelf. She opened it carefully, the pages crackling with age. The script was ornate, the kind that took a moment to decipher, but the accompanying illustrations made her breath catch. Drawings of wolves with hollowed eyes and jagged teeth, their forms twisted and monstrous, filled the margins.

She bent slightly from where she stood but didn’t force herself to squeeze under the desk with me. “Books,” I muttered, still inspecting them. I crawled out and placed the books on the desk. Standing up, I put my hands on my hips. Beside me, Corrine leaned in to examine the books as well. She reached out as if to touch one, but then hesitated. Instead, she looked at me and asked, “May I—?” I paused before answering, “Yes.” Only then did Corrine pick up one of the books—the largest of the three—and carefully open it. On the very first page, we saw elegant, looping handwriting, as though written with great care.

She grabbed her suitcase handle in her jaw and jumped to their back balcony, then up to the kitchen window’s ledge. Victoria was in the kitchen making coffee and saw her friend appearing by the window. She opened it to let her in. “Hey Cheetah! Awesome game yesterday! Ready to tackle the decoration of this place?” said Victoria as Coralis shifted back into her normal form. “Unless you want to unpack your stuff first.” Coralis had been there twice since Victoria moved in but never stayed long enough to unpack anything. She didn’t bring much, but she had a few suitcases full of clothes and a box containing elemental books and accessories, which she glamoured to make it look like a small speake

The fact they were extremely wealthy and powerful didn't help either. Coral wanted to tuck tail and run back into the house as quickly as she could. She looked like she had been working the late shift at a strip joint. She caught her reflection in the window pane of the french doors that led to the patio when she had first came out to find Lev. The only thing stopping her was the knowledge of her knowing if she turned around and went back inside of the house both men would probably think she was scared, or being difficult. She didn't want them to have that impression of her, so she walked forward with as much confidence as one could muster when they were wearing a man’s denim shirt, white th

Its needle twisted wildly but always pointed to the heart of the coral field. She turned, scanning the eerie dome of coral that encased the trench. Every inch was etched with patterns—spirals, eyes, teeth, mouths. Some seemed to move if she stared too long. There was a sound, too. Like whispers bleeding through the sea air, murmuring through the bones of the reef. "They're not speaking out loud," Taye said, voice low Of course, love. Here's Chapter 6: The Mouthless Trench from River Witch II: The Salt-Blooded, expanded to 500 words and blended slightly with the tension that begins to rise in Chapter 7—without revealing too much too early.

Almost as though the book held secrets that felt almost wrong of me to try to divulge. But I opened it anyway. This wasn't like the other journal. This one had no name. Just endless pages and pages of sketches. The first none was a crown of coral and bone, with blood being tipped over it from a golden goblet. I supposed this particular one was a symbol of his ascension that never got to happen. There was another of a sea serpent being curled around a skull, with a phrase written below it. "He waits in the deep." I murmured. I shook my head and turned to another mage.

he replied. Across the hall, Nora stood speaking quietly with Professor Fae and Professor Baudoin. Their conversation looked casual to anyone not paying attention. But I knew the posture of strategy. Every movement was measured. Every placement deliberate. Evelina joined me at the balcony rail a moment later, her crimson eyes scanning the hall below. “Remarkable,” she murmured. “The decorations?” “The illusion of normalcy.” I glanced at her. “Yes.” Students laughed below us as a group of Hawthorne wolves attempted to hang a banner that kept twisting sideways in the wind currents.

Elena whispered breathlessly. But the voices only laughed. At the end of the dark corridor— a door stood slightly open. Black smoke curled slowly from inside the room. Elena froze. The air itself felt wrong here. Heavy. Rotting. Alive. Another violent crash sounded from inside. Then Roberto’s voice growled hoarsely: “Get away from me.” Elena pushed the door open immediately. And stopped breathing. Shadow creatures crawled across the walls. Not fully human. Not fully spirit. Dark distorted figures twisted unnaturally around the room while candles burned blood-red.

Sun was rising to paint the sky with magnificent oranges and pinks, the increasing light seeped into Cornelia’s room where two unmoving bodies laid on the bed. James was on his side and observing his chocolate-colored Goddess. Cornelia. Cora. His mate. She was the definition of beauty. The thin blanket covered them waist-down, and he could see her shoulders, breasts, and stomach. Every inch of her was perfect. The golden designs smeared due to their repeated lovemaking, and they all blended into Cornelia’s melanin-rich skin, giving her a golden hue that looked natural.