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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

The Sage knelt in the corner, chains pulled through his ribs. "Do not touch the pen," he whispered. Haley leaned in. "Why?" The original conclusion answered. "Because the pen writes endings." Katherine's eyes went to the page. AT THE END, JACK MILLER MUST DIE ALONE-- The conclusion placed the pen tip at the next word. Jack lunged. The conclusion was faster. It wrote. SO THAT THE FAMILY MAY LIVE. The sentence completed. The room exhaled. The page accepted it. Outside, somewhere far away, Marcus screamed.

“Beyond happy.” THE END

Eyes filled with gratitude met Emma's, and the mansion's atmosphere seemed to sigh with relief. With the mystery unraveled, the ghostly figure dissipated into the night, leaving behind a sense of serenity. Emma emerged from the mansion, the moonlight casting a gentle glow on her face. Ravenwood, once shrouded in the mystery of the haunted mansion, now bore witness to a tale of love, loss, and the enduring power of discovery.

Kael roared. "I'm not fighting them." Lyra pressed the quill to her own palm. She dragged it across the skin. "I'm rewriting the debt." The sky cracked. A man in a gray suit appeared on the ridge. He held a silver briefcase. He didn't have a face. "The story is over, Lyra," the man said. The voice didn't come from him; it came from the ground beneath her feet. "Victor Blackwood finished the final chapter. You are the epilogue. Now, step into the briefcase."

She didn't need to wait for any confirmation as she felt herself fading and like something's pulling her back. "It seems like times up. Hope you can play fair the next time we met, hot stuff." She said teasing the man but before she completely fades away, the man suddenly appears near to her face and smile maliciously, and mumbled, "The next time we met, we'll play it well." And she felt his lips touch her neck. What a gift! She thought and wants to rub her neck but then she lost consciousness. Azrael looks at the golden lights that slowly faded from the darkness. This energy and aura feel familiar to him. It's from the Protectors of Fate. He opens the door and strides outside his room.

Just the feeling of two hands held tight in the dark. And then, on the blank canvas of the universe, a single, elegant line of script appeared, written in a hand that was neither corporate nor divine. It was a human hand. **THE END.** --- The script is dead! The "Vance Legacy" has been deleted, and the old world is gone. Elara has sacrificed her godhood to turn Silas’s death into a new beginning. But as the white light fades, where will they wake up? In the final chapter, we see the "Un-Written" world—and the life they chose when the cameras finally stopped rolling.**

Back in the physical world, Novel’s body collapsed beside Kitty, as he coughed up a splash of blood before slipping into complete unconsciousness. Inside his mind, Alexei faced the dark, monstrous shadow of the Myth standing before him. “You can’t use me for your revenge!” Alexei roared, charging the beast with everything he had. “My mate isn't dead! Give me back my body!” With a final, desperate strike, Alexei slammed into the dark entity, and darkness took him completely. _____ One Year Later It was Novel’s university graduation day. She stood near the podium in her cap and gown, a bright smile on her face as she chatted and snapped photos with her classmates, completely oblivious to the f

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.

With the last bit of my strength, I lifted my head, desperate to see William one more time. But in the end, I couldn’t. Darkness swallowed me whole. I died alone on a night no one would remember. Later, an ambulance took my body to the hospital. I hovered above as a ghost, watching Mike desperately try to save me, only to collapse in defeat, sobbing on the ground. "Thank you, Mike," I whispered, but he couldn't hear me. Then, he reached into my pocket, pulled out my phone, and glanced at it before dialing a number from his own.