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“Without thinking much, I accepted the deal and that’s how I became a spy for the unknown person. I was given information on what to do through the man and I did it. And after one month of working for the person my sister was found alive” “Where is the man now?” Lucius asked. “Dead, he was killed when attempted to kidnap Ma Eva the day she came back from a vacation from China” Frank replied. “So that was also done by that unknown person?, were all the attacks then from him too?” “Yes, every attack was from him and he was the one that told me to set the orphanages on fire” he added. “And this was after the other man died, so how do you receive instructions from the unknown person after the ma

He gave one instruction: find Justin. Three days later, the investigator returned. “Justin Morano,” he said, sliding a photo across Elias’s desk. “A gang leader. Has ties to your father. They’ve done business before. Arms deals. Laundering. Low-profile, but very real.” For the first time in months, Elias felt hope. A thread worth pulling. He arranged a meeting with Justin in a quiet warehouse on the city’s edge. The man arrived late, flanked by bodyguards, his presence reeking of danger and defiance. He wasn’t interested in talking—until Elias said one thing:

His hair, turned silver with age, fell gently over a face that had long forgotten how to smile. Elias Stone. Founder and Commander of VORTEX. To the world, he was just a wealthy philanthropist funding genetic research for “disease control.” But to the hidden supernatural community, he was a monster…the ghost that hunted their kind, the man whose labs turned their kin into test subjects.

It was no stranger, in fact, in was Evelyn’s father. The tall, imposing figure of Evelyn's father materialized in the forest, his presence cutting through the stillness of the night like a hot knife through butter. In the dim moonlight, his features were sharp and angular, like a majestic eagle in flight. The stern, dark eyes peered around the forest with a piercing intensity, as he seemed to take in and assess every detail of his surroundings. He was a Lycan. It suddenly made sense. Mr. Black was a Lycan, but he was also a powerful leader and protector amongst the werewolf community and his power radiated from him like an unspoken promise.

“Only one person. The leader of the Damned Forsaken, Razor Grothman.” I nod to him. “Jase confirmed the serial killers’ link during torture,” I inform those present. It’s dark out, where we located the streetlamp is out, so it hid us within the shadows. “Razor Grothman is the guy who almost killed Lockie,” Ali adds. My eyebrows lift in surprise. “All I want to know is the guy on the list?” Sawyer asks Ali and Callum. “Yeah, he is,” Callum rasps out. “Good,” I snarl. “He almost killed us the other night.”

He smirked and took a bite out of his sandwich. It was useful information but there was two questions that was just swirling around in my mind. “Just who are you and how the hell do you know all of this? “Names Cain, Adam and Eves first son. Also known as the first murderer.” The. He lifted up his shirt on his side leading up to his neck was the red markings that looked a bit like mine but different “I’ve been soul bonded with Lilith for how long, man I dont even remember. It was like around the time of my eternal damnation, that’s what they call it. But I call it a blessing, dont worry I already know who you are. I carried your naked ass in here when you were unconscious.” He gave me a frow

Her psycho landlord, who was rotting in hell, just had to have had an equally psycho older brother who gave crime a whole new definition. Everyone in Europe knew who Lucius Del Aviv was or at least had heard about his ventures. From kidnapping a middle eastern prince from the royal palace of Snowville two years ago to the bombing of a five star hotel in wales on the night when it hosted powerful dignitaries of the country. How about the drugs and young children he moved about? Why? Because he could. Those were all the ways he used to keep himself from jail all this time. Lucius was an evil man. An evil man with such intelligence that none of his crimes ever traced back to him. And Celine had

Daren's hands were clenched into fists. "I don't know. After the massacre, he vanished. But over the years, I've heard rumors. Whispers of a powerful wolf operating in the shadows, manipulating pack politics, searching for something." Marcus looked directly at Daren. "I think he's been searching for you. For the Relic that's now part of your body." Elena, who'd been listening silently, finally spoke. "If this Manel has been operating in secret for twenty-five years, building power and resources, he's going to be far more dangerous than Kane ever was."

The shattered mahogany of the master study settled onto the imported rug in a cloud of heavy, completely silent dust. The pale moonlight pouring through the floor to ceiling windows caught the ice in the intruder's crystal bourbon glass. Elias Sterling. The older brother who had supposedly burned to death in the Palermo docks fifteen years ago. The ghost whose brutal murder had completely forged Lucian into the ruthless, apocalyptic King of the American underworld.

He nodded quickly. "Next time you talk with Levon, bring up the name Manuel. He’s one of the Men of Shadows, and Levon knows him. If he asks how you know the name, tell him Manuel was the one who gave the order to kill the Elders. I trust you to take it from there." Though he looked confused, he nodded anyway. I gave him a firm nod in return before slipping away and heading back to my own cell. It was surprising they hadn't noticed I was gone. The security around their prison was incredibly weak. Did they not even consider that we could escape?