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Nevertheless, I pushed forward, my fingertips dancing across the keyboard, searching for the elusive truths hidden in the vast expanse of the internet. Websites appeared and disappeared on the screen like fleeting phantoms, their pages teeming with folklore, legends, and ancient myths. I delved into the dusty archives, immersing myself in tales of creatures that prowled the night, their ethereal beauty and insatiable hunger casting a spell over unsuspecting victims.

She scratched her temple, yawning as she browsed through the results. One website had this preview, ‘Vampires are on the rise, and the Government is threatened. Suicides and whatnots are only a cover story for the threats posed by these creatures of the night,” which not only intrigued Zheira but also made her heart pound for an unknown reason.

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Dad says quickly as Ken's mouth falls open. Then he shifts his eyes to me, and I see the same fear my dad had when mom got sick in his eyes. "Baby girl, I'm so so sorry. I failed. I took you to the office to expose you to politics, but I exposed you to those supernatural monsters. I'm sorry I called you a liar, honey. It was just the easiest way to relax, Officer Curtis.....What you saw was real. Five supernatural species co-exist on this Earth with us. The most dangerous being vampires and werewolves. The others have never been seen. They keep to themselves or use magic to stay hidden I don't know which. The day I took you to the office, one of the werewolf's leaders was there. He wor

Dominatrices rarely operated under them. Still, it was a start. He ran the name through every encrypted paranormal database he had access to. Then human ones. Then the gray in-between: blogs, forums, whispered client testimonies buried in online shadows. She didn’t advertise. She didn’t need to. What he found instead were stories. Men, powerful ones — who’d come out of her sessions like they’d been remade. One even claimed his PTSD vanished. Another had stopped turning feral on full moons. A vampire had confessed that she made him forget bloodlust for the first time in three centuries.

She nodded and walked out. The next couple of hours that passed was the most excruciating I'd ever experienced in my entire life. Who would believe that I—Killian Fobster, a.k.a The asshole who never got riled up—was now teetering on the brink of a nervous breakdown? And it wasn't helping that every time I logged onto the internet to do some new circulation survey, I found myself involuntarily searching about babies and pregnancy. It was surprising the creepy things you could find from G****e when doing research.

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My fingers flew over the keyboard typing werewolves into the internet search bar. The screen filled instantly with stories, myths, and folklore. Fairy tales. Hollywood monsters. All related to werewolves. I scrolled past frantically. And found nothing real. My chest loosened slightly. I convinced myself werewolves were truly just myths and folklore to scare children. But my hands didn’t stop typing and searching until I stumbled upon a small link: Classified information. Restricted access. My pulse thundered. I clicked it without hesitation and soon regretted it. The page loaded slowly. Then images of beast bitten bodies and scattered bodies appeared on the screen.

"And no, I don't think I'm a werewolf, really. I was just curious about what might happen. You know, does anyone ever respond to these things? What's the worst that could happen? It's all harmless fiction, right?" Beth nodded, though she still seemed unconvinced. "I guess... there's no harm in a little curiosity, right?" "Exactly! They have my name, my mom's name, birthday, and email address. That's it. No phone number, no address, nothing to worry about. No rogue werewolves or creepy internet stalkers coming after me. Besides, I bet nothing will even come of it. There are tons of these websites out there, made by fans of paranormal stuff. Just for fun. Nobody really believes it, right?"

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