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Now, all he needs to do is back up this evidence with more photographs that show Sarah is indeed the manananggal. Acting swiftly, he groped for his phone in his side pocket and dialed the number of the Spirit-Hunters, a group of individuals from various walks of life who have devoted their lives in hunting down ghosts and mythical creatures. Through them he knows light will be shed on the mystery behind the death of his parents. This group is well-known all over the world for cracking the code on the most difficult cases. Hiring them can cost Mark a huge sum of money, but this does not bother him. He would exhaust all the resources that he has if only to catch the killer and get his vengeanc

Bloody and dismembered dead bodies of strange creatures littered every part of the ground around Kendrick. There was black blood splattered on the trees and grass. Kendrick leaned against a tree, breathing hard. His clothes were tattered and he had shifted back involuntarily after the fierce fight with the kanimas. His whole body was soaked with the black blood of the creatures and his eyes remained bloodred. Unable to hold himself anymore, he fell down hard on the ground, his vision grey around the red haze edges. On his back, there where three large ugly and bloody gashes. They were claw marks. The rest wounds on his body were already healed but the long gashes on his back remained opened,

" I kicked the door open. Ava was wearing a fur bikini, twisting her body while hanging on Noah's waist. I went crazy, limping forward to tear off her clothes, but I froze when I saw the bone flute hanging on her chest. My eyes were bloodshot as I grabbed her by the neck. "Ava! What is that on your neck?!" Ava's veins bulged, and she could not speak. Noah pulled me down. "Are you crazy, May? It is just a dying old wolf. I can catch another one for you, okay?" The bone flute on Ava's neck was made from Wolf Mom's bones—the same as mine.

Something worse. He nodded at my hoodie. “You’re leaking crimson, gatita (kitten).” I glanced down. A red stain bloomed where Freddy had clawed my ribs. “It’s nothing.” “Nothing’s still something.” He handed me a bandana—black, smelling of motor oil. “Wrap it.” “Why? You collecting favors?” He paused, voice like gravel, “Favors rot. Bloodstains don’t.” I snort out, “Poetic. You moonlight as a funeral director?”

My hands were cold, and I stared at the screen again. “It is not his empire,” I said. "This is his bloodline." Footsteps resounded outside the room. The door opened. Dino stood with an unreadable expression. "You found something," he said. I swung around and looked at him a-throbbing. "Yes," I replied. His eyes sharpened. "What did you find, Drina?" I turned back and looked at the screen, and then at the man whose name had plagued all corners of my life. "A ghost," I said. "And it belongs to your family."

I gasped, breathing heavily as I scent a suppressing Aura, I breath heavily as it got closer, I couldn't do a thing, I couldn't run, I couldn't walk, we were gonna die, I just layed still, expecting the worse to happen I cringed fearfully as a beast approached me, towering below my weak body, he smirked as he tilted his head towards Kara whose eyes was shut close I cringed more fearfully as he he trailed his scary claws all the way to my lips, I saw his face, his montrous face, his long fangs gnashed as he breath heavily under me "Don't be scare little one, you will make a nice vessel in my plans, you both will!!". He said in his stoic voice, I weakly tilted my head towards Kara whose eyes d

He didn't reply, forcing me to peer into those unreadable eyes and drink him in. “Is this from the blood oath?” I tried again. He shook his head, leaning into my touch like an obedient pet. His eyes were trained on me, as if challenging me to a gaze holding standoff. “No.” He said after a few minutes. He turned his other hand where a small scar marred his palm. “This is it.” “While this,” He said and his hand connected with mine which was still clinging to his face. My heart beat tripled. He continued effortlessly. “This Happened in a fight many years back.”

I didn't know if that was better or worse. --- The trail opened onto a ridge. Below, Ashveil sat in its valley. The maples blazing red. I found the blood twenty feet from the ridge line. Not a wound. A site. Something had happened here and been partially cleaned. The way you clean when you want to remove evidence but are working fast. Dark staining on the rock. Disturbed earth. A broken branch at the wrong angle. The kind of break that happens when weight falls rather than when wind pushes. ---

I was to be Erick Stayton’s bride. He was the heir to Stayton Incorporated, a company that specialised in marketing blood from donors and had blood banks in several parts of the U.S. It was a charitable organization looking for the betterment of the world and interested in helping people in need. No one really knew that it was just a facade, for only ten percent of the blood they collected went to charity. The rest was supplied to vampires all over Canada. They also ran a security service for VIPs and business tycoons, those who were in need of protection. All in all, he and his family were super rich, super arrogant, and very, very powerful.

He sighed, running his hands through his hair. “Cut the suspense.” I urge him impatiently. “The cruxtar is a funny thing. To activate. It needs 3 ingredients. The blood of a demon. The blood of a human. And.. the blood of an angel. And not just a few drops. It needs life.” He grit his teeth. “Holy mother of fucks.” I bite my lip and clutch my hair with both hands, forming a solid grip. This sounds really really bad. I feel like I would have been better off not knowing what it was because this is the absolute worst.