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I stumble blindly after him as my breath comes in ragged gasps. I hear the creak of a door opening ahead. Light floods in, momentarily blinding me. I trip over something solid, hitting the ground hard enough to knock the wind from my lungs. “Get up,” my dad commands, his voice strained as he hauls me to my feet. I let out a wheeze, struggling to breathe. Then I see it—the thing I tripped over. A body. A werewolf. Dead. I choke back a scream, forcing myself to look away as my dad pulls me onward. The shouts grow louder. Guns? Cannons? I do not know.

I continue to ponder these thoughts as I feel sleep weighing on me. The moon shone brightly overhead, the sound of growls and shrieks of pain echoed across the woods. A feeling in the pit of my stomach told me not to go towards the noise, but my body started running. The noise became louder as I got closer, I saw hundreds of wolves and vampires fighting; there were many bodies of both laying limp on the ground, I fell to my knees, seeing my brothers and even my father’s bodies... I felt a piercing in my heart and it shattered; I couldn’t breathe, tears started pouring from my eyes, and without a second thought, I screamed. The fighting stopped; when I opened my eyes, everyone was gone, even

Then he drew a circle around himself and closed his eyes, as if meditating. I tugged on Salem’s arm, but he did not move. “Stay,” he said. “You must see what Mr. Cillian is.” For a moment, nothing happened. Then Mr. Daffodil’s corpse convulsed, and let out a scream that was devoid of fear or rage or sorrow—an empty, emotionless husk of a scream. The bones of his fingers extended, stabbing through his fleshy tips and cracking open his nails. Tattered, red-streaked shreds of skin and cloth fell to the floor as his ribs cut through his chest and shirt, and a webbing of bone formed over what remained. Cheekbones punctured his face, causing blood to splash down in thick waterfalls. His teeth grew

It was better I start over again as a new being and at a new place. It deserves to be the beginning of newer, better, and greater things. ….....The END……. CATCH MORE OF BELLA AND ADONIS IN THE VAMPIRE'S WALLFLOWER (BOOK 2). Book 2 will soon be uploaded as the next chapters to come. Kindly hold on for two to three days because it is undergoing editing. Author”s email contact: Musaanastasia5@g***l.com I*******m Page: M.asya97 If you want the paperback version of this book, kindly contact me.

'I don't know what I'm supposed to do hunted by the ghost of you. the first five chapters are on wattpad. If you wish to listen to the song while reading you can try it there.

Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Beware of typos and wrong grammar! PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME! His Luna Series 1: His Hunter Luna Status: On-Going Language: English Genre: Werewolf/Romance Written by: pinkfantaxxy Started: 08/22/24

“This is 324 Abercorn, the holy grail of haunted houses. Cane would give his left nut—hell, both nuts—to have S.C.A.D.P.I.T. be the first group to investigate this place.” “I don’t know,” Brad said, but he felt himself waffling. If it would make Bias happy, would it be so bad to humor him? Besides, it could be a lot of fun, like being behind the scenes of one of those ghost hunting shows that were all over TV. Not to mention the fact that it could be inspirational for his fiction, and good research should he ever write a story that incorporated a paranormal investigation. “Okay,” he relented. “I’ll do it . . . for you.”

Nang matapos kaming kumain ay nagprisinta siyang maghugas ng pinggan. Ako naman ay humiga sa sofa kinuha ang cellphone ko at nagbasa ng wattpad. Ang binabasa ko ngayon ay ang 'FATAL REVENGE' ni Vampress101. A vampire story. I like revenge stories. Ewan ko kung bakit. Siguro dahil nagagandahan ako na ang dating inosente, mabait, etcetera ay maghihiganti sa mga taong nanakit sa kanya. Ang story ng fatal revenge ay....

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

“Currently the authorities are saying that two people are involved in this case. A woman and a man. Most likely they are vampires!” I said the same thing to Frey when I got home. "I can't believe they said I was a vampire too," I said with a laugh. I looked around.Nothing suspicious happened.There is no sign of change to the layout of the rooms.I also don't smell any foreign scent in this room.When I got home earlier, I didn't feel any strange gazes or movements around me either.Thankfully the pursuers didn't find us. “Frey, I bought fresh fish. More precisely, this is all I can buy,” I said showing a small fish in a transparent plastic filled with water.