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, I step her back and we can all hear her back crack as Mrs Bahedia yelps, Aiden and Mr Bahedia howl and everyone else there howls too. "You forget who I am. I am Sasha Vahemir, the heir to the throne, the sourde de san, the hybrid. I was fine with the humiliation five years ago because it was thrown at only me but this, this was thrown at the entire coven. And the coven is a place I don't joke with. My family are my life and you ridiculed them. You just peeled open a wound that took years to heal? Did you expect I'd sit calm? No darling. No. I am not the Sasha from five years ago.", I apply another pressure and her back cracks even more, I kick her and she flies to the end of the room, her

I was certain I had not been seeing things, and I certainly was not hallucinating. How could that text message have vanished for no reason? More importantly, what did that text message mean? Could it be that the valedictorians for the past SATs scorers had not committed suicide? Instead, they were murdered? Was it really the curse of the valedictorian? Would I die tonight, too? At that thought, a chill ran down my spine. After informing the police, I started a livestream. With the words “The Valedictorian Herself” in the title, tens of thousands of people flooded into the livestream in an instant. The number kept growing steadily. I quickly reached one million concurrent viewers.

Meg POV I’ve been in Spain for almost a year now the coursework has been easy enough and I have learned a lot. I’ve made some very useful connections. One of which is a fellow from Scotland, Professor MaKay, who is also an expert in curses. The fact that he is a werewolf helps. I was able to give him all the facts without a lot of extra questions that I couldn’t give full answers to. The problem with dealing with him is he doesn’t like to use things that are too high-tech in that I mean anything more than a telephone or photocopier. So no text, digital pictures or emails. All the documents are copies of stuff that he has found in books. I explained to him the story of the curse that is on th

Ethan muttered as he looked at a photo of William's future partner in the film he was going to star. That girl really looked simple and innocent. Most surprising of all, this will be the girl's first film. Will the director not regret including her in this big project? Moreover, be a lover from an actor like William Redorge? *** To be continued... Welcome to my first warewolf genre story. Hope you all will like this story

How could he betray his mate? The aura around Serena blazed a deep red as she said the words, “I, The Witch of Artemia curse you; the moment you consummate your relationship with your mate; she will die.” Then Serena stormed out of the tent waving her wand behind her. Alaric stood there, frozen like a statue. She had shattered his life and filled it with misery and despair with just one flick of her wand.

“Marisa is responsible for the missing records. Her Guard Raul delivered them.” Damian’s jaw tightened in fury. —————— High in the mist shrouded mountains, there was a cave, pulsing with unnatural energy. The interior glowed with eerie and violet lights. On the walls were charms, twisted bones and feathers, alongside carved stones. In the center was a massive orb of dark mist swirling with violent motion. A woman entered the cave. She moved like a liquid shadow, robes of white flowing as though caught in an eternal breeze. Her hood covered her face entirely, save for her lips covered in deep glossy black. In her hand a twisted black staff hummed with dark energy.

They had come to observe and celebrate her joy and happiness, but it looked like they would bear witness to her shame and embarrassment instead. "You are eighteen now, and you haven't shifted to your wolf form yet. Although it never happened before, I was willing to look past it, that maybe you needed time. But now I found out it's a curse?" "Justin, please listen to me-" Mia started. "Listen to what? I am to be the Alpha of my pack! I can't afford to marry someone who is cursed. Mating you with how weak you are without your wolf would be embarrassment enough, but coupled with this? It would be humiliating! Goddess knows if you won't give me cursed pups too" He snapped, causing Mia to draw i

I ran into Valen on my way down. "Miss Nash," he bowed his head to me, mocking me as you would bow to an Alpha. "Mr. Douche," I bowed back. "Hey, Bennet and Martel aren't back yet, are they?" He stopped half-turning to hear my answer. "I don't know. I haven't seen them." That means they haven't checked in yet, either. That can't be good. I skipped stopping at the kitchen and went to the library. I opened the open case files for Matice and Oliver. They were going after Donald Montenegro. He was a big arms dealer both in human and supernatural weapons. He was not an easy target. How were they sent alone for that? I printed the last known office address for his shell corporation and headed to D