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That is something I never wish to forget. The Land of the Happy Feelings is the most well-maintained this side of the country. Any Vampires caught forcing humans into slavery have been eradicated by my Second Lieutenant and Angel of Death—none other than Tyler. Little Tyler has found her strength in doling out punishment to those Vampires deserving of it. I hear she is scary at it, too.

Dhruv’s Pov While I was in my office today, I decided to drink wine to clear my mind of the thoughts that had been bothering me since yesterday after we explained our suspicions about the fake death of Ranie, my old partner when I was still a cop and also my girlfriend, and our connection to Nyx, the legendary assassin who only kills people without hesitation. The fact that they perished at the same time and night, as well as the fact that they both died in a fire, is another reason why we feel their deaths are related.

he muffles and another gasps escapes from their mouths followed by low sobs. "No, my... brother...can't be dead" Julia sobs. "Tell us this is some prank and...." "My son isn't dead. He's alright and he'll come walking through that door very soon, you'll see" Kylie's mom cut Kylie mid-sentence. It was too painful to believe her son was dead. "Drake was murdered last night at Anna's apartment and Anna has gone missing and....." Jay's words went hanging as he saw Drake's mom collapsed on the chair. "Mom, mom" Kylie and Julia cries in panic shaking their mom's unconscious body. Jay stood up and picked up her hand.

"Is this the Dr. Aster of Liberty Hospital of Country S?" "Yes, he is. Do you know him? Dr. Lisbon?" Clive looked at the man in front of him and smiled. "Of course Director Klatt, Dr. Louie Lisbon and I are classmates." Clive turned to Louie, "Hey Buddy! How have you been? It is a long time-no-see!" They shook their hands with a special hand shake. Clive whispered to Louie, "Is this alright with you, Buddy?" "Of course Buddy! I'll tour you around later. No one here is more qualified than you. Am I right Director Klatt?" Louie asked Celeste sarcastically.

He added a pair of supple black boots to protect his feet, and just in case the inhabitants of this Earth proved hostile, he slid a dagger into a waist sheath and another into his boot. Checking on their progress-still descending into the earth's atmosphere-Lex pulled up a picture of his intended, Amanda Beckwith, a blonde, blue-eyed alien doll. The only image the AI had been able to find didn't show her figure, but Lex sure hoped she sported a well-rounded shape like he'd asked for when selected by the Oracle to enter the ranks of the pair-bonded. It was considered a high honor in his society to be chosen to mate, even if the females had to be fetched from other planets. Arranged pair-matin

There are three types of Knights in the association: (1) the High Knights who were the ones closest to the royal family of the Laera Kingdom; (2) the warriors, the Knights who received missions from the High Knights through the Head of the Knights Association, and; (3) the mentors, who mold the Knights for three years into strong, capable warriors. Major Dylan watched horrified as his students charged at the water clone. Leon created dozens of his own which dog piled the Aidan water clone. Sophia, Zain, and the real Leon ran around the wiggling mass of magic clones and shot towards the real Aidan holding him captive.

The list grew, human traffickers, child predators, serial offenders, police officers selling evidence, government officials arranging disappearances, judges accepting bribes. Some deserved prison, others deserved far worse. The problem remained painfully obvious. Knowing wasn't enough, someone had to act. Someone capable, someone intelligent, someone precise, a person who has the license to take life in the surgical room without being questioned. Someone who could distinguish justice from rage. My thoughts kept returning to the same woman. Dr. Karma Kuntz. ... Marcus had underestimated his daughter, everyone had. They saw a surgeon, while I saw discipline, control, precision. The ability to

It came out cracked down the middle. The tears followed before I could stop them. Greyborn warriors don’t cry, but I couldn't hold it anymore. I grabbed his collar, throwing caution to the wind. Gasps rippled through the room. It didn’t matter if this man could squish me like a bug. "I will do anything." My voice dropped to something I didn't recognize. "Kill me later. Break every bone in my body…Own me.” Jamie laughed. "Oh this keeps getting better." I ignored him. "Use me. Make me your breeding slave… Just don’t touch them."

Shadows surged from the walls, manifesting into facsimiles of office drones—soldiers made of hard light and jagged, wire-thin metal. "Move!" Anji shoved Sarah toward the exit as the drone-forms lunged. He stayed back, swinging the wrench with everything he had, crashing through the wire-web, hitting the central connection point where Korsch’s skull had been reduced to a relic of dry, hardened marrow trapped in cabling. It was a hideous sight—flesh and copper melded into a singular, agonizing lump of forgotten failure. "Anji, look out!" Sarah shouted, pinning a drone-form to the wall with a blast from her sidearm.

"The failsafes will trigger a 'Core-Vent' to prevent a meltdown. That’s our window. When the vents open, the logic core is exposed." The approach was a desperate game of timing. The Dredger was surrounded by a cloud of "Silt-Drones" small, nimble units designed to clear debris from the drill’s path. They didn't have weapons, but they were heavy and fast, acting like kamikaze projectiles against anyone who drew near. "I’ll draw the Silt-Drones toward the pier!" Jax shouted, already breaking cover. "You get up there and find a way to choke that radiator!" Jax began firing into the air, his bolts lighting up the grey mist of the shoreline. The drones swarmed toward him, a buzzing cloud of metal