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He heard his father resorted with frustration in his voice. “Dear, you shouldn’t be here. Go back to your room.” His mother hurriedly whispered when she noticed him listening to their conversation. “Wait, did you just say men in black?” Hyde resorted when he came back to his senses. His companion didn’t speak but answered him with a mere nod. “Oh, and one more thing, she also said that one of them has some kind of black bird tattoo on the neck.” Hyde was stunned when he heard about the tattoo. He’s certain, that the deceased man was one of them—or just a scapegoat.

The reason my heart beats, the reason I can breathe, the only thing that keeps the darkness from swallowing me whole. The only force strong enough to keep me from becoming the monster the world has made me.

The letter dropped from his grip while he took his gaze to the sky again, slowly shutting his eyes, "We need to return home." Instead of the feeling of regret and self hate, it was something darker, deeper...angrier, "We will haunt her down, before she returns the favor."

Let go of every bit of self-respect he has for himself. Just like that, my original plan of grief and gore seems childish. Weak. This new attack is one that will hurt so much more. One that will tear apart the Chicago pack. How can they trust their Beta, if he’s fucking a demon - their worst enemy? Dark joy blossoms in my gut, all the souls that live there writhe in protest. Pushing closer to him, my palm flattens against his chest once more, his skin heating mine, sending warmth to my most intimate area. I may loathe his kind, but I am still a woman and a sexy man in front of me can still encourage those wants and needs.

Chapter 33 Rebirth of the Silver Fire The crack in the London Heart was a jagged, bleeding wound that spit out a mixture of thick, black oil and high-frequency violet sparks. The suffocating note of the Black Symphony didn't stop; it fractured into a chaotic, screaming static that tore through the vault with the force of a physical gale, knocking the remaining Council enforcers into the stone walls.

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

With his back turned to his lieutenant, he raised his hand, waving goodbye before trudging to the entrance, bypassing the long line already snaking around the block. For a freezing Wednesday night, the whole of Rock Castle had turned up. And it wasn't until Andrei was inside the club that he figured out the reason for the madness—Black Coffee was on the decks, and since he was rarely in the country, everyone had braced the numbing cold to watch him live. Not wanting to risk catching Rex and his waitress going at it like rabbits again in the back office, Andrei stopped briefly at the bar and called Austin, checking his whereabouts.

Caden replied, his voice filled with remorse and helplessness. Angry tears streamed down Olivia's cheeks, muffling her voice as she spoke, "Wrong. You could have said and done so much more back then, in that corridor! But no, you waited for three weeks to show up with your sorry face! And what excuse did you come up with? This book!" Olivia snatched the book from the table and repeatedly struck it against his chest, each blow causing him to flinch backward. Despite his instinctive reaction, he found himself gripping her wrist, trying to stop her assault.

With shaking fingers, he pressed play. The room fell into complete silence as the video began. Every lie. Every rumor. Every insinuation. Each word was like a knife driven into Ethan's chest. By the time the video ended, his breathing had become ragged. He covered his face with one hand, then exploded. "Fuck!" He stood abruptly. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" The raw anguish in his voice stunned everyone in the room. Even Pete clenched his jaw, his expression darkening with fury. Ethan turned to him, his eyes blazing.

Date = 12 November Place = San Francisco (Inferno) POV - Damion A bone-piercing scream rips through the club. Everything inside me locks. My heart misfires — one violent skip — and suddenly my gut twists so hard it feels like someone shoved a fist into my abdomen and squeezed. I don’t know how I know. But I know. Mel. I’m already moving before the thought finishes forming. I shove through the crowd, hands clawing at me, bodies pressing, perfume and sweat choking the air. Someone grabs my arm. Someone else laughs.