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After a long pause, he said softly, "Yes. He always took my things. He said we were poor and that I didn't have a dad." My heart ached. I pulled him into my arms. "If anyone ever says stuff like that again, tell me. I'll deal with them, okay?" He nodded and looked up at me. "Mom, Liam is dead. Will he turn into a ghost and come for me?" I froze. "Why would you think that?" "He told me before. He said if he died, he'd come back as a ghost to take me with him." A surge of anger rushed through me.

“I saw how she died. It happened here, Ònààrà. In this house.” Ònààrà moved closer and sat beside her. “Tell me.” Evelyn pressed her palms to her temples, trying to steady herself. “It wasn’t a robbery. It wasn’t random. Someone planned it. He didn’t even speak, he just… killed her. But I heard a woman’s voice. A woman was with the killer.” Ònààrà studied her for a long moment. “Dreams can lie, Evelyn. Are you sure?”

We have spoken before of "unexpected" and "unexplained" love stories. And we have more this time at the Supernatural Spa. This time, I will be asking my friend, Mab the Hierophant of the Paranormal All-Stars. She'll be sharing two cases that involved her personal friends back in the University that she loves so dear... ++++++++++ Partner No.1: The Only One

Some said they had encountered evil spirits and been taken to the Netherworld, others claimed they had stumbled into a Spatial Rift and entered another world, and still others dug up dozens of old missing persons cases from the past century in the Soul-Binding Forests, insisting that this ancient forest was a cursed forbidden land of the Mortal Realm. Panic spread like a plague. Families besieged police stations, crying and demanding answers. Public opinion grew more intense, reaching the level of New York State and even the national government. Ordinary police forces were helpless, conventional criminal investigation methods were completely ineffective, and all clues pointed to supernatural

HARRY'S POV "No one wants this relationship more than I do... But you know Harry.." Another gulp of wine went down my throat, the kick harsh, just like the thorny realities of this place, this place I hated most. Mark broke up with me because I had to fulfill my duty as heir of the Dog Clan, the weakest clan in the supernatural world. Come to this royal supernatural school and learn the prestigious ways of the supernatural beings and gain some skills and more importantly connection. 'Chuckles.'

Whittail giving a sly smile. I swallowed, “Then why don’t people stop this, shut down the school if the ghost are dangerous?” “I do, I stop the people from talking to them. I didn’t realize until it was too late that Miss Zurbrinsky was involved with them,” explained Whittail. “They ask for help and when someone offers it, they draw them in, and cause them to go insane. It’s a shame, Miss Zurbrinsky is the first I lost to them.” He moved closer to me. “Catherine, quit before it’s too late. You are a pretty girl.” He reached for me again. I side-stepped his outstretched hand and walked towards the exit.

Ryder was in front of the computer when Wilbur reached the office. "Sir, according to the orders from headquarters, there has been a supernatural incident in Rivertune City. They instructed you to go and handle it." "What the hell? A supernatural incident?" "According to the information, someone murdered three people by sucking their blood dry before escaping. The local police and special agents couldn't handle it, so they applied to transfer the case to the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense. "F*ck," Wilbur cursed under his breath. However, he had no choice but to comply because he was paid for the job.

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak

His eyes rimmed red as he continued, "I can't prove it was just a dream, but Wesley is here. You're here. We're together." He cradled my face, pressing his forehead against mine. "We nearly fell for her trap. Grant me redemption. Let's protect our family together." I shut my eyes, nodding as tears fell. This time they were not cold. Sleepless hours stretched. Our hands clasped as we quietly watched over Wesley. The police disclosed Tessa's full confession. Sick obsession was her motive. A week later, the charges were dropped. Tessa got sentenced for attempted assault, trespass, harassment, and more.

According to statistics data where the state had the highest rate of unsolved crimes in America, where the police had a bad administration and the reputation of the corrupt police, where they were investigated, when they reopened the cases for the new policy of the department. What they wanted was a reason why at all times, they had many suspects in what had happened, who besides another werewolf would kill women this way, how they were torn apart, their ribs ripped out, as if bitten. That's where they were sending an increase in funding to reopen the cases and start investigating again, with an investigations group, with the recruitment of a task force, being managed by Inanna-Istar, Enkidu