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And they were already bleeding. The world seemed to hold its breath as Veyra struggled to her feet, her mates bracing her on either side. The night air, once crisp and cool, now hung heavy with the stink of blood and scorched earth. Somewhere, wolves howled—mournful and broken. Veyra lifted her gaze toward the horizon. A pulsing black light illuminated the distant mountains, throbbing like a second, dying heart. That was where Nyros was. That was where the true nightmare waited.

"I'm gonna find that bastard and..." The door explored inward to reveal the Stalker standing behind it. He raised something and Michael felt a sudden, sharp pain in his chest. The world faded to black accompanied by Kelly's screams. Outside the dreamscape, Julia let out a wail of terror herself. He had gone in without waiting to be told what could happen, and now he had taken a shotgun hit to the chest. If he died in there...

Turkish Air Force scrambled, jets slicing into the night. “Target locked on coordinates. Approaching Mount Ararat.” Two fighter pilots streaked toward the fire, their cockpits shaking with turbulence from the heat. “What the hell is that thing?” one muttered, eyes wide as the shape filled his visor. “Command says biological experiment. Doesn’t matter. Engage.” The lead jet locked on, missiles primed. The Chimera looked up. Its eyes glowed — molten amber, slit pupils burning into the pilots’ skulls. It inhaled.

The first ones to have to go would be the flying monkeys. The dark elf hit the ramp, cranking the throttle when Rhychard wasn't in sight, assuming the human had already made the next level. One of the gargoyles trailed him. Rhychard saw the headlights of Jerome's Firebird as it made the turn. Two gargoyles flew above. If he timed this right, he might be able to take out the dark elf's path.

The flowers, with no return address, she put in a trash bin. Allan was quiet on the fifth day, and on the sixth day after he resurfaced in her life, at around an hour before midnight, Layla and her family were awakened by the shattering of a glass window. When they went out of their rooms to investigate, they saw a living-room window shattered and heard someone outside their house screaming at the top of his lungs. It wasn’t a scream for help—it was an angry scream directed at their house, or specifically directed at them who lived in the house.

*** The roar of fighter jets echoed through the sky as a series of jets with long trails flew in from the distance. "The Godkey is in jet number four! Get it, hurry!" Javier's team had arrived, and the jets circled overhead, unable to find a landing spot. "Nova!" Helen called out. "On it!" Nova looked up at the sky and took a deep breath. "Strider, give me a hand!" Strider nodded. Nova leaped onto Strider's shoulder. With a powerful thrust from Strider, she was catapulted a hundred meters into the air. As she jumped, jet number four ejected, and the Godkey engraved with countless runes popped out from the aircraft.

Scar The night sky glowed an ominous crimson as I reared back on my hind legs, chest expanding to capacity. With an earth-shattering roar, I unleashed a torrent of flame high into the darkness. The blistering inferno lit up the battlefield below, casting shifting shadows across the broken terrain. On the valley floor far beneath my airborne form, Frost's army let loose enthusiastic cheers at my display. "Attack, men! Bring down those walls!"

The terror that had paralyzed me for days was… My phone went off with Natasha’s ringtone, and I scrambled to reach it across the expanse of my cluttered desk. Her name flashed across my screen, and I blew out a breath in a sort of relief. She hadn’t replied to my texts or called back since our fight. “Hi,” I said, frozen in anticipation. “Richard, it’s Jenna.” My brow scrunched in confusion before a spike of fear struck my chest. “What’s wrong?” “Nat fainted about an hour ago. She hit her head pretty hard. They just left to take her to the hospital.”

Jess sat up right and once more it was pitch black, that’s when jess understood what this was. “My nightmares.” Jess whispered, her voiced echoed in the darkness, but it was as if Jess had just said the key for everything to explode. Every single one of her bad memories, jumped out of the dark, young Jess sitting with her dead mother, trying to clean her wound, hoping she will wake up if Jess just keeps pressure on it. Her Father chasing her, beating her, screaming at her. Her beast tormenting her once again. All the Jess’s, the young ones or the older ones, each one of them that cried out in pain as they were being cut, burned or beaten, each Jess that was ever told how she should just die,

My heart is racing and adrenaline floods through me. “Do you hear anything else?” I flick my eyes to Lucas’s face. “There’s no way this is over yet.” “No,” he agrees. “It was too easy. Almost like it was testing us.” “And now that it knows it’s up against a vampire and a witch, they’re going to pull out all the big guns.” I close my eyes and shake my head. “Let’s just hope it’s not hellhounds again.” The floorboards creak and Lucas turns, looking at something I can’t see in the dark.