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With wicked grins, they ripped my clothes apart. One of them straddled me and shouted, "This bitch dares to compete with Ms. Dawson for a man? She must be desperate for a man's touch. Let's all have a turn. Don't bother holding back." In that moment, my despair reached its peak. I wished for death right there and then. And what was Noah doing at that moment? He was celebrating Isabella's birthday. Earlier that afternoon, David showed me a video. In the video, Isabella stood in the center, surrounded by admirers. Her eyes were closed as she made a wish.

Tavern could see the shock in Goru's eyes as his head fell off to the ground, yet the body still stood still, looking over at the head his eyes met with that of Goru, hallow black eyes beaming out an aura of fear, Taven immediately backed away from it, his quivering body refusing to keep still. "Are you scared of death boy?" Goru's head asked with a smirk, black flames screeching on his body. "I am the birth of darkness, let the cycle of death and rebirth take its throne," the body explodes in black fumes. BEGINNING OF THE END With a deep breath Elroy opens his eyes, after taking in enough air he narrowed his eyes downwards and saw he was lying on a bed, he straightened up gently turning his

Once it told her where she could find the rest of her daughter. “In gullets,” it had said. “Building the bones of strong animals. Feeding the universe. Decaying with the leaves.” “That’s lovely,” she had told the voice in her dream, and then it wrapped around her neck like a lover’s hands and tried to strangle her. “I’m back,” she answered him now. “You ran off so quickly before that I wasn’t sure I would see you again.” Casual. Nonchalant. Simply a murderer unknowingly talking to his victim’s mother, after all. A warm sunny day in the poor district of the city.

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

His eyelids were twitching constantly, but even so, he remained completely motionless inside the coffin. I couldn't help but wonder if Mom and Dad, who were lying next to him and faking their deaths as well, would become so enraged that they would sit up. After all, they were hearing their worthless daughter slap their precious son. In the meantime, the onlookers, who were shocked by my reaction, quickly stepped in to hold me back. I took the opportunity to bury my face in Lucy Hall's, my neighbor's, shoulder. "Why did I have to be the one left alive, Lucy? Mom and Dad are gone, and Draco is dead, too. How did the Lancaster family—?"

A man was lying on the bed without any sign of life as Dax was next to him, eyes red. ‘Damn, I’m too late,’ thought Darryl. The man had passed away. Darryl thought to himself, ‘Wait, Dax said the person he rescued was a stranger. Why is he so sad?’ He walked over and asked, “What happened?” Dax let out a long sigh. “A legendary hero just left us. However, those self-righteous, mediocre assh*les are still alive!” His eyes turned red. Darryl was slightly confused. Dax smiled bitterly. “Darryl, take a guess who this person is.”

Calixto gave his last blow of attack to him using his fan, that's when Alpha Dimian stopped from moving and slowly fell to the ground. Everyone cheered after seeing the Alpha of Dark Nights fall. Blood Moon Pack's men started slaughtering those who were left behind, killing everyone, wiping out the Dark Nights who joined the fight. Nicolas tried to stand up. I felt like the heavy thing in my body started lifting up along with the death of Alpha Dimian. Diane saw me trying to get up so she supported me. "Hey, are you okay?" Diane asked. I smiled at her and nodded my head. "I thought you're going to die!" She yelled but hugged me after that. She was so worried, I can feel her heart right now.

Kylie informed the team, and each one nodded in assent. Undead were different from the living. While humans and beastmen loved the daytime and slumbered in the dark, the Undead worked in the dark and slumbered in the daytime. Of course, there were those among the Beastmen like the Moon wolves that thrived in the darkness, but they were rare. They all agreed that this was the best course of action. “So, this is your 2nd Labour. Have you already been told what your reward would be if you pass?” Razor asked, his eyes brimming with interest.

Blood ran down his arms in rivulets, and when he snarled at enemies his canines extended in a way that made something primitive in my brain respond with want instead of fear. Debbie walked behind us now instead of riding on my back, her small hands glowing that terrible white light as she turned attackers into ash without even blinking. I knew she’d already killed too many people for someone her age, but every enemy she destroyed was one less threat to my family, and I couldn’t bring myself to feel guilty about letting her protect us. “How much farther?” Julian asked, reloading his gun for the fifth time since we’d entered the tunnels. “Has to be close,” Dominic replied, wiping blood from hi

“-like yourself. You're young, harmless, and easily taken advantage of. You stink of mortality. Underworlders won't be able to resist. I, however, exude power-” “-ful odors.” Damien burst out laughing at my interjection. “I exude power, you wretch.” “The stench of death? Is that why you have no friends? Because you smell like roadkill?” “You're insufferable,” he said. “At least I'm not the root of all suffering.” “I think you two might need counselin',” Damien observed.