Novel & Cerita Death Seeker

she continued, looking at me, gripping my hand tighter. “I think the seeker is you,” she whispers. Everyone stopped and now all eyes are on me. Seekers are just a myth. It can’t be possible. Seekers are like sorcerers but their power is unlimited, making them far more dangerous and dominant than witches or sorcerers that roamed the earth. It was awfully silent and I looked at my hand when Brock leaned forward and spoke. “It is possible,” I looked at him and raised a brow.

He stuttered for a while, as if looking for the perfect excuse. “ I want the truth, Davies…” I told him, not ready to be toyed with. I needed to know if what I just read was the truth about my mate. "I'm trying to protect you," he said, his voice low and urgent. "The Seekers...they're not to be trusted." I stood up, my heart pounding in my chest. "Tell me the truth," I said, my voice firm. "What are the Seekers, and what do they want with you?”

These people made up the entirety of Charlotte's social circle. The werewolves chased and cornered her, using every means to get back at her, until she became universally hated. With nowhere else to turn, Charlotte sought out Enzo again. But by then, Enzo had already been committed to a psychiatric hospital. Unable to cope with my death, his mental state had collapsed, and his cognition was in disarray. He forgot about my death—and even that he had claimed my body. Even when Sofie had confronted him with the truth that day, he only snapped out of it briefly. After he woke up the next day, he had returned to searching the world for me.

"That thing in the woods... the Seeker. It wasn't trying to kill me?" "No," Alex’s jaw tightened. "Seekers are the lowest of the low. They hunt the Marked who have been abandoned or lost. They don't want to kill you; they want to take you to the highest bidder. They want to sell the tether you carry to someone who will force a claim."

At my wedding rehearsal, the officiant asked for the third time for us to exchange rings. My best friend, Stacy Campbell, stood beside me as the maid of honor, looking impish. "The treasure hunt game's started. Guess where the ring's hidden?" My fiance, Jeremy Dean, let out a helpless laugh and started guessing hiding spots. I was the only one staring at the empty box, sweat breaking out across my forehead. It was starting again. This so-called treasure hunt game. When we were kids, Stacy hid my scarf in the boiler room while Jeremy kept watch for her. I searched for four hours and finally dug the scorched corner of it out of a pile of ash. Right before the SATs, my admission ticket go

"This is who sent Derek. This is who has the USB drive. And this is who designed the tracker in Neah's blood." Neah goes pale. Liam's hand finds her lower back. Steadying. "Alpha Kessler," I continue. "Exiled fifteen years ago for experimenting on humans. Faked his death. Been running a Bloodline Project sector ever since. And for the last two weeks, he's been tracking Neah through the bond." "How close is he?" Liam asks. His voice is ice.

"Never again. I promise baby. Never again." We made love to each other over and over again until I could no longer feel my legs. I was so damn sore, I just knew I was not going to be able to walk right tomorrow. "Why did you leave Xi? And why the hell did you have body guards?" I asked in a melancholic whisper. My hands softly caressing his chest. My head resting on his arm. I was a bit scared of his response, but something in me already knew the answer. His dad was a mobster.

Viktor Viktor finds himself standing on his balcony, gazing at the stars in the dimming evening sky. The view is distant and somewhat cloudy, but the stars still manage to pierce through the murk. There’s an unsettling feeling brewing within him, a sense of separation from his wife Caroline that has been growing for some time now. The relationship between Viktor and Caroline has become increasingly distant, and he has begun to feel like they are leading separate lives. Caroline’s recent attempts to show concern about Viktor’s personal life feel intrusive. Viktor knows that what he does or who he dates should be of no concern to her. However, despite his firm stance, something keeps gnawing a

"They're pros, like Special Forces or something. I don't think you want a rookie team on this." Dennis sighed, seeming to think about it for a while. "The truth, Miss Months, is that what I actually need you for at the moment is something more subtle," he said finally. "You see, there's already a suspect that I believe is involved in the theft of Item 13. Os Buscadores." "Os Buscadores," Megan repeated, "as in the international activist group."

“I saw some daggers, bows, and knives on the Alpha’s weapon vault. You’re a twelve-year-old runt and you’re weak. At least find something, we’ll be heading out soon.” And to his commands, I nodded and watched him walk past me. I looked back to where he came from and began to trudge towards the Alpha’s mansion. I tried to mindlink any pack member that could possibly be alive and has recovered right now but there is still no response. And that’s when I accepted the truth that everyone was slaughtered. I am the only one left. A runt and now, a rogue. ***