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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

It gives me a headache like a static that I used to hear recently. “Who is the murderer now?” “Who is the murderer now?” “Who is the murderer now?” I keep on hearing her voice again and again and again, which makes me dizzy and fall to the ground. In this dark, cold, silent night and only the ray from the full moon is the only light I see. I am so dizzy and I Passed out.

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

Asher answers. “We can find another way.” Ares says, still determined. “No, we can’t dad.” Dorothea answers this time. “Why not?” “The alpha is going to die. He won’t make it.” Everyone grows quiet at Dorothea’s words. “He’s going to die?” Asher asks quietly. “And with his death, something worse is going to come to the pack, no, it’s already here. Something evil.” Dorothea shivers again. My mind goes back to the dark entity with red eyes from my nightmares. I had seen it twice in my dreams now. A shiver goes down my spine. “Can we save the alpha?” Ares asks but Dorothea shakes her head. “It’s so sad that such a great life has a sad ending.” I say silently.

Acting purely on instinct, I reduce the volume to zero and click on the video. The next fifteen seconds are like a scene out of a horror movie. My eyes are frozen to the screen, my heart pounding at an alarming pace as I watch a blood-soaked, dying woman cry out in pain. Harsh memories crash into my befuddled brain, memories of the night I murdered Dorothy. She’s lying in our luxurious living room in the pool of her own blood, a dagger stuck to her chest as more crimson spurts from her ashy lips. The video finally comes to an end and I delete it immediately.

But I am. Because I know what she sees when she looks at me now. A traitor. A ghost. She’s late. Everyone notices. I glance at the time for the fifth time, then rub the sweat off my palms. Then the doors open. She walks in. And everything in this room goes silent for me. Even the chewing. Even the camera shutters. Even my own pulse. Dorothy’s in black. From head to toe. Not a strand out of place. Her face is done but tired. Not tired like sleepy. Tired like war-torn.

There was no response from the Elders regarding the question asked and this increased the pressure in the room. Elder Kane looked pissed as he looked at the expression on everyone’s faces. Elder Donovan had put him in a tight situation and now, he will have to deal with lots of things altogether. “Lord Dante is dead.” Soft gasps filled the room at the revelation as every one of them looked at Lady Phoenix and then at the Elders. “Is this true?” Gabriel, leader of Night raiders asked with slightly narrowed brows.

Quinn was also taken aback by her behavior, and she quickly asked, “What happened to the VIP area. Brother Charlie was there, so what could have possibly happened?! Dorothy, you’ve been given the nickname ‘Tough Lady of Eastcliff’! What could have frightened you so much that you’re actually crying?!” Dorothy cried as she said, “You don’t know this, but a wave of gangsters came and killed a lot of people during your performance. Even the Oskian detective, Merlin Lammy, was killed...” “What?!” Quinn’s eyes widened in shock, and she blurted out, “What’s going on? What about Brother Charlie and his grandparents?!” Dorothy hurriedly said, “They’re all okay, but a woman in the Acker family died of

"I'm sorry, Elliot. I didn't mean to." Though Elliot was cursing her out in his head, he kept up his pitiful act on the outside. "It's okay, I don't blame you. Hearing about Dariel's death threw me off too. Why don't you head back first? I need to go home and break the news to Mom." Relieved, Melissa had her driver take him home. She desperately needed some peace and quiet. But just as she reached the hospital lobby, her phone rang. "Ms. Wright, we pulled a body out. The face is severely burned and completely unrecognizable, but… he's wearing a cinnabar bracelet on his wrist."

But Stefan, as always, ignored him. Inside the Interrogation Room Dorothy sat across from a stern-looking senior officer. The silence stretched on, thick and unsettling, but she kept her composure. She knew she hadn’t done anything wrong. "We heard you were the last person to see Mr. Finn alive. What happened?" the officer asked, breaking the silence. "Yes, I was," Dorothy nodded. "Then why did he end up dead?" His voice hardened. Dorothy wished she could remember, but she couldn't.