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Aurelia said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "that her soul still seeks revenge against werewolves." "That's just superstition," Alaric said, but he didn't sound entirely convinced. "Ghost stories to scare children." Thelma said dramatically. "In the old parts of the manor. In mirrors especially. They say if you see her, and if she notices you, you're marked." "Marked for what?" Nicole asked, her voice trembling slightly. "Death," Thelma said bluntly. "She'll suck out your soul bit by bit and make you watch as she kills everyone you love, torture you with visions and nightmares until you're begging for death."

" Listen, children, I know you came from different villages to learn how to read, but I must warn you. " " There's a real story, about a silver monster, someone said he looks like a wolf, and someone said, he looks like a human." I said completely terrified but I must warn them. " Every day and every night, something bad happens to any villager, there is always someone to die, a guy drained of blood, or a guy dies from animal scratches, big scratches. " " Wow Hazel, what a story you're telling the children. " " Dad! " I stood up when I found my dad behind me, I looked at him and he stared towards the quiet Umera.

At least far more interesting than the story I heard yesterday at the antique auction, is this one, I thought. I became uneasy when he described how two werewolves broke their fated mate promise and unleashed a terrible calamity. The narrative was too visceral and realistic. Every time I hear the story, it seems to tighten my heart, so I don't want to listen to it anymore. It felt odd, as though I had also lived through the same narrative. She continued, "And it all began with the Grimoire." "Grimoire?" I asked, intrigued. This Grimoire seemed to be at the center of all the odd occurrences.

“So, the Harrington and Leigh Corporation?” I nodded, understanding Max was asking if they were vampires. “Your guy was most likely killed for selling vampire information to Noctua. Noctua is covering it up because if people knew vampires or werewolves existed, imagine how chaotic everything would become.” “And what about you? Are the stories true?”

I suppose it's probably for the best, I don't want him anywhere near this mess, if it were up to me he would have never been exposed to this whole other world. "Everything is fine." I don't even know why I'm saying that. I have three demons in my house and two of them are trying to kill me. "Go back to my room. Everything is going to be fine...." I don't even get to finish that sentence as Soliaire surprises me by finally driving his hand into my flesh, grasping my heart and ultimately burning me. I didn't see it coming because my eyes were sorely on Sky and that gave Soliaire the perfect diversion.

The shocking of all was that the Monster that was like to bite after using its knife was not, in fact, alone, and it wasn't finished yet for its blood thirst. They surrounded the place while their faces was well-covered by a blackness-to-redness hoods. They have a bloody eyes that Mariya accidentally see through, she could only be shaken when she realized how strange was these people were. Her poor Grandma was a victim for their strangeness! What are they? What they want that they have to killed Grandma?

“The man that Camila called her Mate. The man who came from the North was a Vampire.” I gaped at my parents unable to say anything. Beside me, I can see Mikey’s reaction which was a clear reflection of mine. We grew up with stories that will ensure us not even dare go in the direction of the path that leads to the North. The stories that we learned and know were not some kind of fairy tale that leads to the happy ever after. The stories that we were taught were brutal and always resulted in death.

And then— A child’s laughter echoed from inside. Small. Sweet. But ice-cold. Aarav’s blood turned to stone. “Who’s there?” he asked. No answer. Just that laughter again. And then— From the darkness behind the door, two faintly glowing eyes appeared. At the height of a child. But they weren’t human. Completely still. Completely cold. Like a painted image. Then— It stepped out. Aarav raised his flashlight. And what he saw became the greatest terror of his life.

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.