Novel & Cerita Haunted Museum Las Vegas

And I would expose Vlad’s plan to sell weapons outside Nightshade. Mutually beneficial. I took the USB and slipped it into my bag, nodding once. “All right.” “Care to play?” he asked lightly. “I can get you an all-access pass. There’s a haunted house, which should be thrilling.” I chuckled softly. “No need. There are things far more terrifying than ghosts.” I stood and extended my hand. Darius shook it warmly. After that, I excused myself and walked away. I moved quickly through the pedestrian path, glancing left and right, making sure no one was watching. Nothing seemed suspicious, yet my unease remained.

THE WINTERS ART MUSEUM ON FIRE. My grip on the phone loosened and it fell to the floor, but didn't shatter. Everywhere felt suddenly quiet with only the clock ticking every goddamned second. Fresh wind swept past my face and I realized the windows weren't locked, and Amy shivered, wrapping her arms across each other. I pulled up the duvet and shut the windows before picking the phone and dialling the number I knew like the back of my palm. Father. He answered on the third ring like what just happened was a joke to him. The museum didn't contain only artifacts and paintings, but an underground filled with ammunition, and by the heavens got burned down in one night — to ashes… grey ashes.

He asked but Stephen just hugged him tight. His dad smiled looking at his crybaby. "I am scared Dad". "It’s okay Blaze. He is strong. He is your Luna. Give him a benefit of doubt. We are leaving now. We will take on the pack for now. Visit once he is stable fully. And suppress your Vampire needs for a while okay. Though it wont harm him anymore". He signalled everyone to leave before turning to the Vamps in the corner. "Please take care of Blaze and his Mate". He said and everyone nodded.

In the meantime, the grumpy guard not-so-discreetly told me that he was about to close that part of the museum and that he was going to do it even with me inside it. Cursing under my breath, I walked out, forced to wait for my taxi on the sidewalk. The area at this late hour turned out to be quite eerie. "Don't be afraid, Sarah," I muttered as all the horror movie scenes flashed before my eyes. "Nothing's going to happen," I told myself. "That damn cab will get here in a minute or two, and you will go home."

The thieves didn’t stand a chance. The museum erupted into chaos—shouts, gunfire, and the thud of bodies hitting the ground. My strength took over, every move deliberate and deadly. As we secured the last thief, the police moved in to take control. I allowed myself a brief glance at Williams. He looked just as powerful as ever, not aged by time, but he was clearly shocked to see me. He didn’t recognize me. Good. We exited the museum, heading towards our vehicle—an unmarked, heavily modified SUV we called “The Ghost.” As we made our way through the parking lot, a voice cut through the air, sharp and desperate.

I nodded and patted their shoulder as I walked ahead of them since they weren’t allowed to the next area beneath the security house of the pack. The lights around the space began to get less and flickering. The cemented pavement also changed from a rough to a smooth finish. The walls were filled with random stains of silver, wolfsbanes, greases, and blood. It was a haunted space as there some many deaths that happened here and another one will since my guards were having fun torturing the rogue we held captive. “Argh…please…stop…I…stop…”

Soon, Jasper's body had us outside a museum where expensive looking cars were parked outside. "I thought it would have been at a house or another hotel," I said. Looking up at the creepy looking building, a shiver ran down my spine. I didn't know if it was because of the red light they had shining on the white columns. Or the horses at each door that had extremely long penises. But something was telling me to just turn around and go home. "Ready to do this?" Jasper asked. "I guess."

Instead, she silently followed him and the rest of the tour group. Inside, the museum was huge and for some unknown purpose, full of mirrors at almost every point. Rose shuddered. She always hated mirrors. For reasons that she could not fully explain, it always made her feel like someone was following her, watching her every move. And at that moment, her fears were materialized.

“No freaking way.” Damien replied and shook his head. “Come on, think about it. He will be perfect for this job.” “What exactly do you need him to do?” Chloe asked. “Right here in front of this wall, there would be a huge security system and it will be heavily guarded by guards.” Clyde explained tapping the spot on the blueprints. “Following.” Chloe urged him to go on. “When is the museum having its next auction?” “Tomorrow night.”

“I’ll go see Las Vegas’ first-in-command, Paul Mendoza himself, tomorrow.” … Twelve at midnight, inside Fortune Warehouse. This place had years worth of history, but it had already gone out of business dozens of years ago due to the location of its establishment. After Old Marshall, the one in charge of the warehouse passed away a few months ago, nobody stopped by. There were even rumors of the place being haunted. In the dead of night, a few vans with Las Vegas, Hong Kong, and Country H licenses parked in front of the warehouse. The doors of the vehicles opened.