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Candy, a girl suggested and we nodded I knew in every sleepovers the games mostly played was T or D So I was much more prepared "Let's play the demons hideout! "She suggested making me frown That word demon kept playing on my head and suddenly I remembered why I was here..... Ohhh dammit!!! How the hell did I loose concentration?? "Do you agree to play Carmella? "I heard Carlisle voice and when I turned to face her, her face was now that of a demon with long nails and wings

She would have almost sighed in relief if she hadn't seen blood beginning to seep through. She looked into his face as she watched him stand up, then collapse again, "Fuck!" He cursed. "Oh God," she whispered shakily, then ran out of the door, past him gasping for breath, to Lina's room, where she interrupted an intimate moment. "Fuck it," Luca muttered, his hands on Lina's nightgown sleeves, "all I wanted was one fucking hour." But when Lina looked at Maya's face, she knew nothing was alright. Pushing her shirt sleeves back up, she ran to her and asked, "Madame, are you ok?"

Damn, what do they do to get their money. Raven drives off. ***** We are packed at the castle, still seated in the car. Tareem bring out some pictures. They were all on red and black respectively. Their faces covered too but they all had one thing in common a ring. The kind Tash's uncle had on. Tareem stares at Tash as they communicate with their eyes. "Is that Tenebris orb?", Raven asks and they nod. "What is Tenebris orb?", I ask cluelessly.

I looked menacingly up at the moon and muttered under my breath, “What new games are you playing now, Selene? First, you bestowed us with a curse, and now this. My mate is a Lycan, the most powerful one. Yet, she’s so vulnerable. We couldn’t be together.” Moon Goddess must have been laughing at me from up above. Gritting my teeth, I finally reached the cottage. Padding through the empty hall, I rushed upstairs and reached her room. Panic fueled my entrance as I swept through the door. I laid Diana down, her stillness sending a chill through me. I grasped her shoulders, shaking her, desperate for a sign of life. But she didn’t move.

He looks away and just leads me into the kitchen where a few cooks were. The cooks look at me with scared expressions, no doubt because of my hair. It makes me stand out as the “Cursed Rogue” everyone is so afraid of. I'm sure I have my own children's horror stories. Weird thing to be proud of, but hey, I didn't ask to be tossed aside like last year's fashion choices. “Um, Beta Dean, y-you know who that girl is, right?” one of the cooks question. It was obvious that they were scared of me and him.

I look back at the paper and unwrap it, finding a handwritten note with the heading; the cursed brothers and their doom. Curiosity gets the best of me and I find myself reading the rest of the note. “The three brothers were once human, they lived in 1700s before they were cursed by a powerful witch because of their evil deeds; they were the first werewolves to never walked the surface of the earth,” Suddenly, I feel like I'm reading something I shouldn't but again, curiosity wins and I read the rest of the note. “The spell was both a curse and a blessing. It gave them immortality, riches and the wealth they'd always desired but then came their doom in the form of a girl who is said bare the

Despite the scary fight going on infront of me, my mind managed to be swamped with many other things, different smells began to hit my nose and the thoughts bothering me were quite unclear. He managed to throw Brenda off balance, sending her sprawling across the ground. He pounced on her, his powerful jaws snapping dangerously close to her throat. Brenda growled and twisted, she twisted free and lashed out, catching him off guard. She took advantage of the momentary lapse, darting away from him and towards the edge of the cliff. She paused, her eyes locking onto mine, filled with a mix of hatred and something else—fear, perhaps? "This isn't over," she growled, her voice rough and menacing, s

"Sleep more. I'll go prepare some broth for you." She slipped away, but as soon as I closed my eyes, the darkness wasn't empty. It was a frantic, strobe light mess of images that felt like they were being branded onto the back of my eyelids. Kill him. Remember us. Me and you...Kill him. As the words burned deep into my head, a man's face flickered into view- white hair, black eyes and a scar that looked like a jagged lightning bolt. Zephyr. The name tasted like copper in mouth. I gasped, bolting upright as if I'd been shocked by electricity.

"Explain this, Erin." Erin approached Uncle Malcolm, curiosity etched on his face. "What brought you here, Uncle? Your journey must have been long and arduous." Uncle Malcolm's gaze drifted to Lyrien, his expression disdainful. "Bastard," he muttered, his voice laced with contempt. "What is he doing here?" Erin's eyes locked onto Aria, visible through the glass enclosure. "Is the girl inside the glass the Cursed Wolf that has all of Beacon City talking?" he asked, his voice tinged with fascination.

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.