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, he said and he quickly turned off his phone. My tears still streaming down my face. I wiped it with the back of my palm. I took my laptop inside my bag. I put it on my study table near the window. I rolled up the blinds just to exposed my room to the brightness of the sunrays. I sat and begun to type and browse about the vampire thing. I type the words Demon hunter and when I clicked the enter the same name appeared on the laptop screen. " Alexis Demitri ". I click the name and I saw his biography. He's the only one who's in a young age of ten, caught and killed a wild boar in their town. He's known to be one of the demon hunter who's still active and available anytime. He's father is Vict

Roe gulped in slight fear with her moth agape. The pain in my side subsided and became tolerable. Holding the tree as leverage, I slowly stood up and they both took a step back. That was almost humorous, watching the person who first wounded me, now backing off in fear. "I am a werewolf from Zyrenia." I stood to my full height. "Now, what were you saying about your Elf queen?"

I really want to see you again one last time. . . . . . . Note by Author : Thank you for reading. This book is now complete. The next chapter won’t be part of the book but merely information on demons which you can read for free if you search The Encyclopedia of Demons and Demonology by Rosemary Ellen Guiley. You don’t have to buy the next chapter.

I ended up naked, bleeding, sprawled on the forest floor beside an omega who had just destroyed three demons with her bare hands and was crying because I had a cut on my side. “Emili,” I said, my voice rough. “What’s the last thing you remember?” “The demons attacking. You falling. And then… nothing. Darkness. I woke up here with blood on my hands.” She looked at me with those huge eyes full of a terror that wasn’t about the demons. It was about herself. “What's happening to me, Lyra?” she whispered. “What am I?” I looked at her. Naked, bloodstained, trembling with cold and fear in a forest filled with demonic ash. With scars that spoke of horrors I couldn’t imagine. With the King’s mark on

I cried even as I raged inside, making fists around the fabric of his T-shirt while my demon howled and Shaylee softly wept. So. Not. Fair. When I pulled away at last, snuffling, I accepted the wad of tissues Liam shoved into my hands. I blew my nose noisily before dropping into the seat Sassy vacated. I scooted sideways and retrieved the book he'd been reading, not wanting to damage it, especially after how kind Liam was being. Wouldn't do to ruin one of his prized books. The red cover of the demon raising tome felt odd in my hands. It was only then, staring down at the fine pores in the texture of the material I really knew what I was holding.

Like approval. Somewhere in the distance, a wolf howls. Not a hunter. Not an enemy. Just a wolf. Calling to the moon. Calling to me. I am Lyra. Daughter of a dead woman. Heir of a forgotten bloodline. Mate of a cursed Alpha. I am not nobody. I never was. And the war has only just begun. --- END OF CHAPTER 20

I looked back at Godfrey and he had his sword drawn and was cutting off their legs. A giant fire appeared out of nowhere and the demons began flying in, picking up the dead and dropping them in the fire. *Blacks, go guard your mate’s pack, stick to the cell that’s an order,* Isaac said over mind-link since he’d shifted back. Hunter and Skyler growled, wanting to rip off some heads but I was relieved, I didn’t need this shit. I considered myself a badass warrior but I wasn’t down for getting attacked by zombies.

I yelp, pushing away from him as pain lances through me, the stinging sensation followed by a powerful burn, bright scarlet blood immediately flowing from the wound. Oliver looks triumphant. "See? Pure red blood." "You cut her?" Kastriv tenses, looking so stunned with shocked, watching the blood dribble down my wrists, my fingers and to the floor, where a small puddle is gathering. My quivering knees give out from under me, as I try to supress the waves of naseua that roll over me. "I have proven she is not a Demon," Oliver announces. Kastriv kneels down to my level. "You have proven nothing. That is an old tale that has been disproven numerous times. In fact, it was created by Demon's thems

Lillie Damon stared out the window of her cabin. The lightning in the midnight sky illuminated the forest on Slaughter Hill. Wind hissed through the forests. Thunder rang with a loud explosion that echoed for miles. She was determined it was a suitable midnight to cast a spell upon her suitor Paul. She went into the shower. Lying down on the counter was a comb that Paul used to comb his hair. Lillie picked up the hair from his comb. Lillie stepped onto the back deck and cleaned the soil off the underside of his loafers. She continued into the backyard and ignited a picture of him and picked up the ashes. She was squatting on the floor with torches all around her. The gleam of the torches pro

She just wanted me to confirm it. "Demons." "Why are demons in The Borough?" She asked. "I don't know," I lied. I knew those demons I'd killed some minutes back. They had been a part of my lair. That was how they were able to gain access to the lair. We still shared a bond, even though it was faint. "You're lying," she spat, climbing out of the tub, not realizing she was naked. I could tell the moment realization dawned on her. Mortification filled her eyes, but she was too proud to cower away or hide her body. She didn't want me to have that satisfaction.