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The people at the inn will notice that something is wrong. I understood what it meant when I saw Ryson drinking blood from that maid. Feeding on humans. On weak people. I had read too many books, watched too many movies, heard too many stories about myths and legends, liked fiction very much. Where humans and vampires didn't get along. Most stories ended in romance, hate, war and death. I wondered how my story will be like seeing that my life is now twisted with these creatures. Vampires. Just saying the name creeps me out. Chills running up and down my spine like waves on the sea.

She breathed out. “That’s where I was headed, too!” I told her with a giddy smile. “Do you know much about supernatural stuff?” She nodded excitedly with bright eyes. “I’m a blogger, determined to find out the truth about the Aguya mystery.” We finally made our way up the stairs and found a table to settle down on. The whole floor was littered with shelves holding books with information on different magical creatures. Vampires, witches, fairies, elves, leprechauns…. the list went on.

For the past three months, he has been trying his best to cheer me up in one way or the other. Even with his tight and heavy schedule, he always finds time to visit me two or more times a day. Though we'd kissed numerous times, I make sure not to keep up to that strange and unknown feeling that disturbs me. I returned to the table and sat down on the chair in front of it. I switched on the lamp so I could continue from where I stopped where I was reading. I smiled as my gaze landed on the paragraph where I stopped in such an interesting story. It's a werewolf story titled The Alpha's Revenge written by mystic writes. It's available in Goodnovel alone.

"Oh, that's quite a piece." "Don't tell me that you actually believe this, Jay." He drags a chair close and sits on my right. "What's not to believe there? It's Moonlight, right? And you're on VPN. That's the most legit blog on paranormals." "This particular source sounds like a baby trying to read for the first time. Doesn't look like this is a press release from his palace, Jay. It feels like a packaged form of sardines that're filled with water instead of oil. He bites his own kind when he goes berserk?"

she says, her hand shaking and eventually dropping the page. We all immediately back up and in a split second the vamps swoop in and take her, then they’re all gone. I rub my hand over my face and look down at the words but don’t move to pick it up. I nearly asked Brenna how she found Aurie but my girl has got Javed’s blood. If those vamps are his “siblings” they can probably track my mate. And that doesn't sit well with me. Not at all. “Sunset River Pack, Manitoba, Canada.”

'u wouldn’t sizaan aan mate erei rek gave zu'u faal werewolf’s wuth mate. Nii thrilled zu'u wa sizaan aan mate again, ful zu'u searched fah niin; nii took zu'u pogaan tikke, ahrk rul zu'u siiv ek; rek sizaan aan werewolf, nuz zu'u didn’t hah. Mu had lots do difficulties since ek tah hated vampdragons; mal naal mal, mu could kos together. Tol sizaan erei rek spaan pregnant; everyone wanted wa mindok if nust sizaan aan vampdragon uv aan werewolf, nuz neh if nust sizaan ney, which fah mu sizaan bad because nust constantly kriaan un babies. Agatha spaan kotin despair ahrk soon mindin rek kriaan herself. Mindin weeks, zu'u followed behind nol aan krent heart. Faal witch tol sizaan originally dii

“This is a website where they post their stories.” I began to read through posts by people claiming to have encountered vampires. Most of them seemed really ridiculous, and some of them were very vague. Things like seeing figures in the shadows or watching someone jump off of tall buildings and then walk away. One person claimed he’d melted his neighbor’s face by dousing him with garlic salt. We read on for a few minutes before Emma declared, “This is dumb.” “Okay, I know a lot of the stories seem far-fetched,” Lucy nodded, “but some of them have details that seem similar to what Cassidy has experienced.”

"What do you like to write?" "I don't know yet. The strange and unusual fascinates me." He pauses. "I read a lot of horror books. Do you like horror?" "Yes." I start to make a joke of his question, something about how close it is to my heart, but a feeling of deja vu sweeps over me. The feeling startles me, for I haven't had it in centuries. The sensation is intense; I put a hand to my head to steady myself, while searching for the source of it. Seymour reaches out to help, and once more I feel the sickness flowing beneath his skin. I am not sure of the nature of his disease, but I have a good idea what it is.

Lower jaw unhinging and falling away, face split virtually in half, his maw gaped nightmarishly open so that the wanderers could come— Spiders spilled from him, pouring from the grotesque orifice as though being forced out from deep within. The cinnamon-haired girl’s eyes flew open in mortal dread, her whimpers rising into high, jerking stifled screams which caught in the back of her throat. The long-legged things scurried over the doomed teenager, swaying back and forth upon her before striking with frothy fangs.

Eventually she looked up at me, an underlying tone of fear in her eye as she spoke. “I-I know what y-you are” she said ever so softly that if it weren’t for my enhanced hearing, I would have missed it. “I know what half your soul is”. Heyy guys, I'm so excited to finally make an author's note to kind of introduce myself. My names Tamara and this is my first books that I'm publishing on GoodNovel and I'm very excited. I just wanted to let you all know that you can also find me on wattpad @_xxxtamara_ where I have published more books.