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he replied. Tears welled as I stared at the document, playing my part to perfection. The staff member softened. "Please, reason with the lady. Death's final. Best to mourn with dignity." I nodded, approaching Evelyn to tug her away. She whirled, shoving me away. I stumbled and fell to the ground. She grabbed the staff member by the collar, her voice sharp with fury. "Open the furnace now! My son isn't dead yet! Open it!" The staff member froze, but he couldn't lay a hand on her. He sighed, "The furnace is on a timed cycle. Once it's ignited, it won't open until the process is finished."

“And if you don’t understand where the cracks are… someone will always use them.” Sasha walked to the window. His reflection in the glass stared back at him. Half man, half beast. Half pain, half rage. His phone vibrated on the counter. A notification. A message from one of his contacts scattered across the world. “The Herald has exterminated the last Demidov cores. All hybrids and records have been erased. The survivors… no longer exist.” Sasha read it. Silence. Then he gave a crooked, bitter smile. He went back to the bar, grabbed the entire bottle, and drank straight from it.

For one brief second, all three of them froze in close quarters among shattered glass and overturned shelves while wilds screamed outside the building. Husen looked between them with visible annoyance, then toward the windows. The grey light outside brightened further. Ghost dawn. Ultraviolet radiation would intensify soon. Vampires couldn’t survive direct exposure once the poisoned daylight fully rose. Husen released Sera abruptly. “Temporary hold.” Sera blinked once. “What?” The vampire pointed toward the windows where pale daylight slowly strengthened beyond the storm. “You can continue trying to kill me after sunrise.” He gestured toward the screaming wilds outside. “Currently we have a

Vincent kissed the top of my head, grabbed his gun from the hall table, and hurried out the door. The second his car pulled out of the driveway, I sent my steward a one-word text: Execute. Then I placed my phone, along with every photo, video, and chat log Isabella had ever sent me, into the hand-carved wooden box. My anniversary gift to Vincent. By the time he opened it, Seraphina Corleone would already be dead. I picked up my pre-packed bag, and got into the unmarked car waiting at the gate. As we passed Seraphina Private Hospital, I saw Vincent’s Rolls-Royce parked outside.

“You can purge it. End everything. Or lock it forever—take the burden. Your choice.” Emotional climax built slow—years of auctions, betrayals, viruses, deaths crashing together. Sofia’s flatline in Berlin. Nadia’s smile as she died. Anya’s fevered eyes in Port Harcourt. Dante and Rocco—my only constants—bleeding beside me through every hell. I pressed down—retinal scan flaring, heartbeat locking. “Final heir override. All remaining strains terminating. Global network permanent shutdown. Node self-destruct in sixty seconds.” The console flashed green—codes scrolling to zero. Servers began overheating—fans screaming, lights strobing red.

To her surprise, I grabbed her arm and snarled, "Apologize, Meredith. Apologize to the zombies now!" That angered her. She shook me off and snapped, "Have you lost your mind, Annabelle? Don't touch me, you scum!" The guests in the hall stopped and crowded around to watch us argue. Soon, Dad was also attracted by the ruckus. After finding out what had happened, he forced Meredith to apologize to the zombies. Even if the zombies were on the lowest rung of the Otherkin's social ladder, that didn't mean they would allow a mere human to insult them.

He extends a hand, pulling the blonde one up with ease. “And that’s why he’s my beta,” the white-haired one says with a wry smile. “Z is a fricking beast.” Z. They walk out of frame and the vision fractures. I see flashes now. The day my parents died. Zach. Maven. And me—playing under sunlight. Wolves howling. A call to war. Screams. Chains. Blood. So much blood. A voice whispers through the chaos: “It’s time. Go to him.”

"Don't worry. He'll join you in hell soon. In fact, your beloved family will join you due to your mistake." "W-What are you saying?" "The only suitable punishment for those who tried to kill my mother is death! Death to everyone associated with them!" Logan declared, the walls trembling slightly despite his calm tone. Logan pointed at Zayn, and a stream of white gas pierced through his chest. Before Zayn could even gasp, his head slumped to the side. He was dead. - Diamant Snyder was enjoying his life at the Shangri-La Hotel on Vidor Avenue. He had been indulging in red wine, growing more confident and arrogant, much like his father.

Max was dumbfounded by my sudden question-answer session, but my interrogation mode forced him to shuffle his memory. “9th November 1998, was Alpha Zuriel’s birthday, Luna. Alpha Zackary had arranged a grand party to celebrate it, but unfortunately, our Pack was attacked by a group of Hunters. They killed Alpha Zackary, his brother and their mates. It was doomsday for our Zellburry Pack.” Max placed his hand on his chest to pay respect to the deceased, a dead pan silence hung in the air after this statement. So, my dad wasn’t alone, he had companions too? Although, he was my dad with whom I spent all my life, but right now, it felt so embarrassing to inquire an outsider about his real identi