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* “Pokka’s little body floated gently toward the window. The flame inside Rin’s lantern went out. “‘We shared so many wonders tonight. I’ll see you again next year.’ “With a soft little thunk, Pokka turned back into a tiny pumpkin. “Ruu meowed. “Rin was no longer afraid of Halloween. “‘The things I feared have become my friends,’ she thought. “And as she gazed up at the night sky, she drifted off to sleep. “The end.” The children had listened in complete silence, thoroughly absorbed in the story. Now they all began talking at once. “Halloween isn’t scary!” “I’m not afraid of ghosts either!” I watched them with a smile. Then I raised my head and caught a brief glimpse of a tall man standing i

And when they arrived, Nina would be waiting, ready to welcome them into her dark embrace, forever entwined in the haunting cycle of horror and lust. THE END. THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END. Author I*******m @agkbooks

“Why, Ms. Thalia?” In a wave of her hand, the chains in Dorrien Ronan’s hand now plummeted onto the floor. “There is always a right timing for everything.” *** Finally, Samhain has come. October 31 and it was the hallowed day for the creatures of the night. The Hunter’s Moon was vibrantly glowing on Halloween Night—Samhain for vampires and werewolves, and even for the Blood Witches also known as the Heathens. Rozelyn managed to recover soon from that heart-stopping situation days ago; less than a day, to be frank.

Just like what happened to me in my previous life. When I heard of their death, the weight on me was instantly relieved. Those who brought about my tragic end were gone at last. The winter of my life ended, and I was heading toward spring.

Flipping quietly through its pages he finally settled on what she assumed was what he was looking for and stepped towards her. “When the darkness reaches its ultimate power they will come.” He intoned reading aloud. “They will come in waves making their power known. It will be the end of peace and the beginning of terror and tragedy.” “I know the words of the Book of White.” Elaina pointed out. “I’ve read it at least three times cover to cover in the time I was here. “Then why are you asking me what is going on? You should know as well as the rest of us. This is the beginning of the end.”

She was holding her notebook. "Elara! Vane! Look!" She pointed to the last page of the notebook. A new paragraph was writing itself in real-time, in a gold ink that hadn't existed five minutes ago. “The End of the Story was burned, but the Drafts remain. And the First Draft of the New World has just been rejected by the Publisher.” The ground beneath the manor groaned. But it wasn't an earthquake. A massive, celestial shadow fell over the house. Elara looked up and saw a giant, golden pen miles long descending from the clouds.

“She’s hosting a charity gala tomorrow night. Trying to save her father’s botanical gardens from foreclosure. Perfect opportunity.” Julian’s claws dug into the floor, leaving marks that would take weeks to repair. He thought of six months. He thought of fire burning through his veins. He thought of a girl with violet eyes who didn’t even know she was already dying. “I’m going in tomorrow,” Julian said quietly. “But not as myself.” He hung up before Silas could respond. Outside, Veridian City glittered like a jewel in a dead man’s teeth. Somewhere in those glass towers and rain-slicked streets, Elara Vance was sleeping, unaware that her salvation was also her executioner.

The whole field was becoming a huge book, writing itself beneath their feet. “We have to find the real Gabe,” June said. She grabbed Dante’s hand. His grip was weak, but she squeezed harder. “If his name’s on the list of the dead, there’s got to be a way back. This book is alive. It listens to us—our blood, our work.” “You can’t change what’s already been eaten,” the shadow hissed, lunging. Smoky hands reached for June’s book. “Run!” June yelled. They tore across the field, but nothing felt solid. Each step crumpled the paper ground beneath them. Huge black letters appeared at their feet: THE END OF THE AVERY FAMILY.

I glanced at the wind-down window and realized we were passing the border of the Red Moon pack. “See you on the other side of the moon, Hara.“ I soliloquized, gripping the photo even tighter. **** This chapter ends here. If you feel you want to continue reading this novel. You can search for the name on this platform. Once Abused, Now Loved. Thank you and i appreciate for taking your time to read this novel of mind. MB.