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I add, my business smile instantly returning, "if you ever find yourself in mortal peril, you can always call my number. I offer emergency rescue services. The hazard pay will be steep, obviously. But, if you hire me on a retainer as your long-term bodyguard, I can guarantee your physical safety. I'll even throw in a one-percent discount." Arlo blinks, thoroughly overwhelmed by my rapid-fire sales pitch. "Uh...thanks. I'll keep that in mind if I ever need it." He clearly doesn't take the warning to heart. His mind is entirely focused on one thing: mutating his weak Narcissus bloodline into the God of Medicine. --- I spend two hours in a D-Rank combat simulator, stretching my new Death God mu

He looked like two men sitting in one chair. “The poison is a sequence,” I said. “Five compounds, administered in order, each one targeting a different layer of the wolf-bond. The spacing is precise. The dosing is exact. Whoever designed this didn’t just know plants. They knew shifter physiology at the deepest level.” He listened. He always listened to me the way he listened to nothing else. Like my words were the only sound in the room that mattered. “Whoever made this compound has a healer’s training,” I said. “The same training my mother had.”

And then she was gone. The rage that had ignited in him that day still smoldered, lingering in the dark recesses of his heart. He’d vowed vengeance upon all healers that day, eradicating them so none could ever wield the power they’d denied his mate. And now, here was evidence that one had survived. Maxwell’s voice cut through his reverie. “The healer wolf, my Lord, appears to have lost her connection to her wolf spirit, leaving her far more vulnerable and… more human,” he continued, measuring his words.

Her heart ached as Elizah turned her gaze out the window. "I’m sure the perpetrator wasn’t Liam. The police caught the wrong person, Julie. I don’t want to live like this. They let the real perpetrator walk free while Liam is imprisoned!" Elizah’s voice was heavy and filled with anger. Julie fully understood her sister’s feelings but could do nothing except try to calm her down. Julie fell silent, recalling something: "monsters." Yes, Elizah screamed "monsters," meaning there was more than one perpetrator. "Monsters. What do you mean by monsters? Did you feel there was more than one person?"

"The Darkstars is going ballistic looking for someone. They've put up a ten-million-dollar bounty just to get the 'Hidden Healer' to show their face. Even the person who gives the tip gets a massive cut." Darkstar. One of the oldest and most lethal packs in the country. I paused. "Send me the details." A second later, the file hit my phone: Darkstar Pack hosting a gala at Caesars Palace. Seeking a healer for a high-ranking family member. The medical description was only one line: "Alpha Lorenzo. Wolf-soul depletion. Chronic condition." In a race of creatures with freakish healing abilities, "depletion" usually meant a death sentence. I looked out at the flickering neon lights of the LA skyli

Although the other car was not severely damaged, the driver died on the spot. Onlookers gathered around, but no one dared to approach Sheila's car, even though she was pleading for help from inside. Suddenly, a commanding voice ordered his guards to rescue her from the wreckage. It was none other than the number one wealthy businessman, Alexander Westwood. As the guards finally rescued Sheila and the taxi driver, they were swiftly transported to the nearest hospital in a convoy of luxurious cars. Upon arrival, Sheila was rushed to the emergency section, but the doctor delivered the heartbreaking news that the driver had passed away, and Sheila was in a coma.

They had such an excellent bond based on their likes and dislikes. The real Monster had not yet finished, but had just started. She would awaken Luther's true monster. She would destroy him and his family. She would make Noelle's life an absolute hell. This is the second part of Monster. *********

he said. An older councilman spoke up, “Yes, there are hardly any of those healers left," he looked at the older men before looking back at me, “Only royal and blessed healers are given those capabilities, so how is it possible that she did it?” I raised a brow at the question. I wasn't exactly sure what royal healers meant but I didn't want them to know about such. I shook my head, “I don't know what she is. All I know is that she is a healer and her healing wasn't that thorough anyway, I've got a scar here on me to prove that" I looked them all in the eye. None had the guts to ask me to reveal it to them.

As usual, I flipped the page one by one but the things which were written in the book were unable to digest by anyone but I have to accept everything in order to find Heil. The book is clearly telling me that Heil is 100% human who has the ability to change his features as a brown monster. It has happened when Heil's dad and an unknown person crossed some random DNA to his unborn child when he was in his mother's womb. They thought they can create a strong human being, the one who can't affect by any virus and would become a genius man on the earth, maybe invent lots of medicine for uncured diseases but their mission got failure and the damn case turned out to a huge monster.

“You really know nothing of the Night Shadows; one scratch, and you are as good as dead. The deeper your injuries, the faster you die. You don’t try to be a hero when you come across one, you do yourself a favour and run.” I stood there, speechless, thinking of what could had become of Trisha and I if the Shadows successfully caught up with us. I was deep in regrets of what could have been, till Elera snapped me out of it. “Healer.” She said, in a low tone. “What?” I asked. “You taking care of that werewolf victim is the work of a healer. Healers deal with most cases caused by the supernatural. You are a healer, and trust me, you’ll encounter more failure than success. You will watch many pe