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Just… let me pre‑screen the really incriminating parts. “No promises,” she said. Later that night, when Corvin had drifted off on the couch mid‑episode of some show with absolutely zero supernatural content, Willa sat back at her desk. Her manuscript file was open. Beside it, a browser tab—blank, waiting. She’d created the account weeks ago. **InkAndAshes.** A profile with no picture, no real‑world name. Just a sentence: *I write horror because I was scared. I write love because I still am.*

As I delve deeper into the file, my heart sinks at the sight of stamps bearing the word 'dead' imprinted on the images of people who died in their partial werewolf form; claws out, teeth out, hairy body. With each turn of the page, my nausea mounts, causing my hands to tremble uncontrollably. Though these faces are strangers to me, their death twists a painful knot in my gut and fills me with a shaking sense of sorrow. The disease Gavin mentions surpasses anything that I could have imagined. Suddenly footsteps approach, distant at first before rapidly growing closer. My heart hammers and I'm sent into a frenzy of panic. Shit. Shit. Dimitri was supposed to hold them for five minutes but I'm p

Remembering the words, they still struck her as creepy, demented, and yet sweet at the same time: “Dear Mate, I count myself the luckiest man in the world to have met you. My wolf and I enjoyed each and every part of you and I’m never gonna let you go. I know the goddess made us mee for a reason as that’s why I have to apologize first for what will befall you sooner. I know you have friends and family who will miss you very much. You will become a missing person, and perhaps those others who have loved you will learn to cope with their grief. I am too selfish. I don’t let go of hot Omegas like you, so you’re never leaving this place and even if you do, the we’re going to my bed”

"You live in a CW show." I laugh under my breath. "Tell me about it." After a beat, his voice softens. "Alright. Jokes aside, this is big. If what you’re saying is true, something major is going on. I’ve never heard of a vampire-werewolf double mate situation, but I’ll start digging. Maybe it’s buried deep in old vampire history. Something forgotten or… covered up." "Thanks," I murmur, feeling the weight finally lift a little. "I knew I could count on you."

I close the screen and drop the phone by my side to grab my book, only to take it after a second. ME: What are you doing? I drum my fingers against the edge of the desk as it shows read and finally, he's typing. ALEX: Sorry. ALEX: I got lost in it. Is he apologizing... For a late reply? A new text comes in again, and it makes me swallow. ALEX: Have you ever heard of masturbation? ME: You're doing that? Right now?

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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.

“Let’s check the previous writings of Ness and then start writing about the camping.” “Okay,” he said and they started to read the previous posts. ### Two hours have passed since the post about camping in the jungle on social media. Becca was in the library, trying to find books on the vampires, but surprisingly she found no interesting and informative books on the subject. Almost as if someone checked out all the vampire-related books at once. Becca chuckled at that thought. After all, why would someone take all the vampire-related books at once? While looking for books, her cell-phone rang all of a sudden. She pulled it out of the pocket of her jeans and looked at the caller ID.

THE END? Not quite . . . Have you tried Beatrice Beecham’s Cryptic Crypt: A Supernatural Adventure/Mystery Novel by Dave Jeffery? We included an excerpt from the book if you keep paging. Or dive into more Tales from the Darkest Depths: Novels: The Mourner’s Cradle: A Widow’s Journey by Tommy B. Smith House of Sighs (with sequel novella) by Aaron Dries Beyond Night by Eric S. Brown and Steven L. Shrewsbury

Garrix furrowed his brows with confusion, a behavior like that had to be concerning. "Shawn..." Scarlett bellowed. "Mustn't hurt...Shawn." _______________________________________________ "Why are we here, Mom?" The two Vamps wandered into the old-timey world of Pastonville, found only within Scarlett's shared subconscious with her mother. "I just thought you wanted to see where I...originally grew up." "Yeah but, Uncle Josh said this place is a cesspool of paranormal paranoia. Won't we be seen?" "The people can't see or hear us. Besides, this wasn't what I want you to show you. I wanted to tell you a story; of the first Crimson Bride."