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Her fantasy that didn’t have her terrorized, it didn’t have the people she loved in mortal danger by some crazy ass psychopath, and that’s exactly what Alessio was. He had to be, right? Because no sane person would go around doing the things that Evelyn told them that he has done. No sane person would have done the things to Zara and her parents, the things that she had seen in her vision. He has been the person that Zara has spent her whole life hiding from, running from.

"That's intentional. The fifth conspirator isn't just a person. It's a position. When one dies, another takes their place. The identity changes but the role remains." "So we're not fighting a person. We're fighting an institution." "Exactly. And institutions don't die. They adapt. They survive. They win." "There has to be a way to identify them. Some pattern. Some tell." "There is. But I don't know it. Only full members of the inner circle know. And they're all protected. Hidden. Impossible to reach." "Impossible isn't a word I accept." "Then you'll fail. Like everyone else who's tried to expose them. They've been doing this for seventy years. What makes you think you're special?"

I know something’s being hidden. I just don’t know what.

Emily jumped in eagerly, still believing in her father's invincibility. "See? She's nobody important, Daddy! Just some government clerk trying to act tough! Put her in her place!" I reached for the moonstone plate hanging from my neck - the symbol of my rank that I usually kept hidden. The enchanted stone pulsed with power as I revealed it, its surface swirling with ancient magic. The moment the moonstone caught the light, James's face drained of color. The magical signature was unmistakable to anyone who knew anything about pack politics. "That's... that's the Eastern Alpha King's seal... but that's impossible... An omega couldn't possibly..."

There have been many contracts on him, I’m sure, but with him being practically invisible, the contracts were never available to accept. So why now? It was unheard of to see the Don and his upper leadership even before Urk took over. When you pay people to turn their heads and look the other way, you are able to hide your business dealings successfully. If they did spot Urk, then they would get eliminated. After all, dead people don’t talk. That is why no one knows my identity. Mainly because I keep my face covered so no one can identify me, but also because anyone who may have seen my face never lives long enough to share my secret. For all anyone knows, I am a dude.

In this meeting you could see government officials attending it. Each individual is driven down to the party in an expensive car. The key is given to the attendants who park the car in their respective places. These men and women then mask their faces to avoid being recognized. A situation where a husband and a wife leave the house in different cars and at different times and reach their only one destination…. The party starts with drinking and exchange of greetings. As time goes on, each individual would present his or her challenges and problems and it would be taken care of immediately. This cult serves as an avenue of oppression against their opponents.

“It’s not a joke, honey. Please, listen. The Hidden Witches are nearly extinct because they were hunted by the Shadow Hunters—powerful warlocks who practice dark magic. They wanted to eliminate the Hidden Witches because they saw them as a threat. To protect you, I had to hide you in Canada with your mother. I revealed everything to her, and though she was angry, she agreed it was best for your safety if I left. She didn’t abandon you, Prisca; she was trying to protect you. A few months ago, a Shadow Hunter had a vision about two hidden witches that still survive. That’s why I brought you here. You’re in danger, and I need to protect you.” I pulled my hand away, stunned. I didn’t know how to

I gave him a corner look. The wind swayed the stems of the reeds. From afar, they looked like layers of green waves, and my voice was gradually muffled by the wind. Vincent has nothing to hide. His eyes darkened. "The Innocents have constantly received members of the Hidden Race, who have wandered all over the World. At least in this organisation, we don't have to hide our true identity and we can live our lives as we want. This is also a reason why we have set up a rescue mission for these members of the Hidden Race. Letting them come back with us is the best choice."

“This way, it would basically put an end to other people’s wide search because like you, if you really need to use the system to find someone in a sea of people, you will not know his identification number. If you know his identification number, that will mean that you’ve already mastered his real information so you don’t need to use this system to search widely.” Vera sighed and said, “In that case, this encryption method is still very clever. People who don’t know him well will not be able to find him in the system, and people who know him are unlikely to use the system to find information on him. Even if those who know him come to check, after entering his name and identification number,