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She balanced perfectly on her teammates’ shoulders, arms outstretched, megaphone raised high as she cheered, “Let’s go Ravens! Make some noise!” That’s when Asmodea struck. The demon surged upward like liquid fire, invisible tendrils of dark crimson energy wrapping around Emily’s ankles, then her calves, sliding under her skirt and up her thighs. No one saw the faint red glow that flickered across her skin for a split second. But Emily felt it. A sudden, searing heat exploded between her legs.

And that is how we met… I was supposed to be her assistant at home, and look after his 'special' son… no one could have predicted what happened after…" I smile at them both, and I feel curious about their story, I make a mental note to myself to ask her about it in the future. "And how is she going to help?" I ask. Caly smiles at me. "She is one of the most powerful empaths among the Angels, which means she can tamper and manipulate emotions. This will play very useful because, I believe, your emotions are the ones keeping you out of control from yourself." I nod and look at Caleb. "Maybe she can help you too…" I try to joke and hear everyone laughing.

I'm having a really bad feeling about this. "Yes you're right, we can't pull this on our own." Glenn had long resigned in his heart and summer had just made it easy. "Then we need to hurry, I don't want to think anything has happened to Emily. May's voice was shaky and her heart filled with guilt. They turned to head back when the sound they had heard initially came louder suddenly, they reflexed a turn at the direction of the sound and had not gotten enough time to settle on it when a huge bird flew across them, pushing them to the ground. It went straight for Glenn, trailing it's thick claws against Glenn's body, ripping part of his shirt, he began struggling with the bird unable to get a

Emily replied emotionlessly. “What no? What yes? What are trying to covey, Em? My head is spinning, please make me understand what did you mean!” Daisy asked in astonishment. ‘How am I supposed to make you understand that you are not living in a world you believe. There are creatures like werewolves, vampires, mermaids, witches and elves exist. And your own best friend is an unchanged werewolf. Lastly, I have two mates to choose from!’ Emily shouted in her head but didn’t give voice to her thoughts.

"Come on, Em. You know I don't buy into all that supernatural stuff." "I thought the same way, Rogan, until I finally understood that's the only way to end all these shits," Emily insisted. "Your abilities are real even though you haven't figured it out yet. They can help you shape-shift into magnificent creatures and tap into the primal forces of nature. It's astonishing, isn't it?" There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, as Rogan processed Emily's words. "Emily…" he forced the name out.

IMEELA He was the picture of ease on the outside, but his nerves were coiled as tightly as a cobra on the inside. Something was going on here, and it had to do with her. I opened up all of my senses and saw the aura surrounding her. It was red, seductive, and enticing. She was a fucking succubus. I had never personally met one, but Emilio had taught me everything he knew about different supernatural species.

Her mom caressed her hair to calm her down. "Something bad happened again? Why are you so nervous, my dear Ophelia?" Her mom asked. "I was attacked by a group of vampires, mom. They tried to hurt me and my friend." Alexis answered. "Do you also know someone named Leirey?" She asked. "The Moon Goddess from the Dark World." Her mom answered. "Our world is in the Alternate Dark World. It is an another version of their Dark World but it's darker than them." Her mom explained.

“Are you a vampire, too?” I snorted, though my lips curled in disgust. “No, I’m not. I’m a hunter, Ver. I hunt supernatural creatures, monsters, anything that goes bump in the night, to keep humans safe.” “Monsters like me, you mean,” she whispered, fixing her eyes on the muddy ground.

"She spent thirty years scrubbing our floors, knowing that if she ever stepped out of line, or if she ever tried to claim her niece, my father would order the Winslow house to be burned to the ground." I stared at the crumpled paper in my fist, a slow, wicked smirk pulling at my lips. Arthur Winslow hadn't just broken under my psychological torture tonight because he was afraid for his life. He was terrified because he knew the twenty year lie could be discovered. He knew that the very monsters he had been paid to keep Emillia away from had just brought her back into their world. "Does Sebastian know?" "No. He is still throwing a tantrum in the main parlor about the Eastern route. He has no

“Promise? She asked, holding up her pinky. “Yes”, I said as I passed out under my covers to a peaceful sleep until my alarm woke me to say time to get up for work. It is like waking up no matter if light or dark outside make me not a “morning person” or as I should call it, “waking up person”. I grab my phone off the nightstand to shut up the alarm. I barely open my eyes and grunt as the lights from my phone fade into my sight. It is quiet which means Tearis is not in the room. The good thing about this room is that it is the only one that has only a bathroom and shower. Weird right? I get up and get a nice warm shower like I do every day before and after my shift at work. As I'm walking bac