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The invaders moved in, stepping over their fallen comrades, their boots wet with blood pooling beneath bodies that had dropped like broken dolls. But the moment they stepped inside, they realized their mistake. It was an execution ground. The snipers perched on the upper levels of the estate—hidden in the darkness, patient as death itself—rained precision fire upon them. A man on the left barely had time to register his fallen team before his chest exploded, a bullet ripping through his ribcage. He gasped, staggering, before collapsing onto another body. “Fall back! FALL BACK!” Panic set in. Another invader turned to flee, sprinting toward the trucks, but his head snapped back violently—half

The man who never flinched was staring at the impossible. "Boss," Charon whispered, his voice choked with disbelief, dropping his hand from the phone. "The Mortuary. Saint Agatha. It was breached. A silent, clean strike. Military precision." Claudine's hands flew to her mouth, the last bit of tea sloshing onto the carpet while Hades didn't need to ask. He knew. His gaze was fixed on Charon’s horrified face. "What did they take, Charon?" Charon had to force the words out, his eyes wide and vacant as he spoke "They took the body, boss. Gregory's corpse. They hit the cold storage. It's gone. They didn't take money or files. Just the body."

Robert Louis Stevenson's tale of Dr Jekyll & Mr Hyde may well have been inspired by a man called William Brodie. By day, he was a respected man of society and deacon of Edinburgh. At night, he frequented the dark parts of the town, committing gruesome murders. He was caught and sentenced to hang for his crimes, but before visiting the gallows, he slipped a metal tuve into his throat to prevent his neck from snapping. After the hanging, his body was cut from the gallows and returned to his house by friends, where a private doctor was on hand to attempt to revive him. When later his coffin was re-opened following rumours of his trick, his corpse had vanished.

I tried my age which didn’t work. I tried my birthdate and it didn’t work, but the second I tried my birth year it opened. - End Of Chapter 28: Eat & Code -

And as the putrid water rained down upon the Embankment pavers and the figure deflated, it did not fall but continued shambling forward, arms outstretched, fingers grasping, jaws chomping. They’d inflicted damage, managed to hack the heads off two of them, but nothing stopped the creatures. The headless bodies kept advancing. The heads, lolling on their ears, kept chomping, as if possessed of a demonic hunger that knew no sating. And though they’d outnumbered their attackers twelve to six, they’d lost three of their own: Tim and two of the Drury Lane squids, Lem Carey and Jonas Falk. Worse, they’d been unable to reclaim their dead, but had left them where they lay while retreating with their

Chapter 9 Lydia Martinez Just then, the huge man on the way facing the church, turned away. Seeing this as a divine opportunity, we slowly ran past them. Some of the sisters saw us and almost called out to us, but we quickly signaled them to stop. We ran straight for the church's main entrance. Sneaking around the front of the church, I found a crack in the door, not wide enough to see through but enough to slide my fingers in and slowly pull the door open. The scene that greeted me froze me in place.

Liliana was a conversation starter. "Liliana stop," I muttered slowly to her. I pinched her laps, Alpha Henry Bryson simply growled and I chummed into the food. "The murder yesterday was carried out by invaders." Alpha Henry said his attention to Williams, he barely cut into the food. "Aside from the marking, did the Sheriff notify you of anything?" "Invaders?" I was intrigued by the concept of it. "Yes, invaders from outside, there weren't rogues and we believe they were specialised killers, judging from the deep cut of their blades and the vitality points they aimed at."

Ryler asked while removing his coat. "I do." "I thought you don't want to be like us?" his face was serious. "That was before, Ryler. I am now a part of Noxious Gizmo. And now we have missions, it is to find who killed my mother. We will kill those people who killed innocent with no mercy."

“I'm only waiting for the right time to kill them. Now, I wanna see them beg in front of me…I will torture them, kill them slowly until they die in my hands.” “Excuse, Ms. Amara. There's an invitation for you and for sir Gavin,” one of Gavin's men said as he brought down the black invitation on the table. “Invitation?” Gavin asked, when he came back to serve the food. “Yeah,” Amara replied. They both checked it together. “Sh*t,” Amara commented. “What is it?” Amethyst quickly asked while they were watching their reactions. “I remember that kind of invitation,” Agatha commented while staring at it.

Yes, she was dead and I was just going to dump her body in the trash can. That was the only way I could keep my mind sane a bit. Because, fúck! I hated this shit I'm about to do. I was a killer, I never abduct my victims. No matter how difficult they seem to be, I always get the answers I need out of their mouths before leaving the scene. This bitch right here was my first failed mission, and I hated everything about it. Well, it wasn't entirely a failed mission. It wasn't even a mission st all, because obviously, she's the wrong target. Fúck Rocco for messing up the identities.