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Lorie's room is down the hall across from Nicolae's room on the right with Victor's next to hers which leaves mine and Nicolae's side by side on the right. I stretch and take in more of the cool night air when I notice a faint glow coming from the garden. The glow gets closer and closer and I realize it's Mrs. Draven's soul whom I have seen linger in the garden during previous nights. She smiles and nods her head to me. I smile and nod back before she vanishes into the night air. I wonder what happened to her, I ask myself. I only know that the soul belongs to Mrs. Draven because of the picture that was on Mr. Draven's desk the day I interviewed with him. Mr. Draven spoke of her briefly tell

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Tears were continuously dripping from her eyes. "Please forgive me, doll. I did all this in your love and send him away from you but I couldn't understand that my daughter didn't need a luxurious life but only a person whom she loves more than herself. I understood this the day you tried to commit suicide. Please forgive me, my doll", He apologizes with moist eyes while joining his hands in front of her.

“They said the corpse looked like it was ravaged by dogs. The article went into gore detail about the claw and bite marks, and how he was sucked dry.” We turned to another hallway and was immediately greeted by the huge framed portraits of all the captains the guild had over the years since it was established. It adorned both walls so walking through this particular hallway had always been my least favorite part in wrapping up a mission. It didn’t help either that each captain in the portraits held a frightening scowl on their faces. Why was it a requirement to scowl in photographs? I wish somebody smiled in pictures for a change. “Sucked dry?” Kyle inched closer. Our cheeks were touching, m

She looked at me, "Are you sure you want to make her join the Trials, Dai?" What a stupid question. "Of course, I do, mom! Come on, guys. We are talking about Nsomi Eileithya D'Arcy! I can't let her get away with what she did," I looked at all of them. "And I believe each and all of us, hate her for causing the death of our loved ones! Take her own family and my sister as an example. They all had horrible deaths because of her damn power. Do you think it's okay to let her go like that just because she saw her own death? Yes, it must have been fucked up. But she's used to that now. As she said, everyone will die someday, so what's the problem with her death? I would one hundred percent prefer

I told Devon everything that I saw when I was inside the cabinet. I know it might sound weird to him but I understand even me, I found it weird too but I saw what I saw. I also told him that the girl’s name is Cassandra and she is not dead but I am not yet sure about that, because I just saw someone take her away from the burning car and that’s it. That’s the end of my vision. Devon is silently listening to me while driving back home. He didn’t have any reaction to all that I said. I don’t know, maybe he is too focused on driving me, while I am facing the window while telling him everything about what I saw. I feel so tired and I feel so down right now like I have an emotional need after eve

Suyi thought that the beast she would be fighting was the same as the ones she had fought for the past few minutes. But it seemed that she was doomed to fail the very first mission she took. Although souls can no longer die except being dissolved to nothingness, against a beast, they could be captured and trapped as a source for their power. It is either you kill the beast, or the beast will suck your soul away. Right now she is fighting a beast called Cerberus, it is a giant 3 headed dog, they are strong creatures but they are not rare individuals, unlike unicorns or phoenixes and faes.

said Michael Afton. I looked at the pic of me and my mob talker daughters “Cupa the Creeper Girl, Archer the Skeleton Girl, Andr the Enderman Girl, Stringer the Spider Girl, Vanessa the Cave Spider Girl, Yaebi the Zombie Girl, Fireball the Blaze Girl, Young Slime the Small Silme Girl, Teen Slime the Medium Slime Girl, Adult Slime the Big Slime Girl, Snowball the Snow Golem Girl, Iron Hammer the Iron Golem Girl, Flyer the Ghast Girl, Young Magma the Small Magma Cube Girl, Teen Magma the Medium Magma Cube Girl, Adult Magma the Magma Cube Girl and Hider the Silverfish Girl. I really miss you all” I said quietly. Then I put the pic away and looked at William Afton feeling down, so King Thorax, Q

I hissed, grabbing his forearm. In the gaping hole where the windows had been, three sleek, matte-black drones hovered, their optical sensors glowing a menacing crimson. This wasn't a standard assassination; this was a high-frequency surgical strike. The Architect wasn't just cleaning up; he was erasing the evidence. "I’ll draw their fire," Julian said, his thumb grazing my cheek, a fleeting, electric touch that felt like a goodbye. "When I move, you grab the drive. Don’t look back, Elara. Just run for the service stairs."

I whispered. I saw them. Rows upon rows of glass canisters. Inside weren't just data drives—they were bodies. Versions of us that had "malfunctioned." Some were missing limbs. Some had their eyes sewn shut with fiber-optic wire. "Iteration 14 tried to flee to the Andes," the drone droned. "Iteration 42 tried to kill the Creator. Iteration 89 tried to commit suicide together." The hologram shifted to a pair of bodies in a canister labeled 2004: TESSA & MARCO. They were holding hands, their skin grey and preserved in formaldehyde.