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eyes, with too many jagged mouths snarling in the dark. It is a nightmare pulled straight out of the deepest hell. Seraphine lets out a war cry and charges right at it first, her blade flashing like silver lightning in the dark room. Her massive wolves follow after her, teeth bared, howling into the dark night air. I raise my gun and start firing blindly into the dark. Flash after flash lights up the room, the loud cracks of gunfire hurting my ears and filling the space with acrid smoke. But the bullets do nothing. They pass right through the shifting mass of shadow as if it is nothing more than thick smoke. Panic flares in my chest, cold and sharp, threatening to choke me. Noah steps out f

Despite the vibrant shine of luna, the dark sky was dominated by the looming shadows of despair. I sniffed and inhaled the addicting aroma of 1991's. Atleast, it calms my nerves for even just a little. I took a sip and savoured the rich taste as the aroma dominated my tastebud. I can feel the icy chills everytime the blow of the gushing wind touches my skin. Lonely, cold, and heavy. I drank in a straight shot the remaining liquid of the glass. The hot liquid directly burned my throat as I swallowed it through my system. I put back the empty glass on the table and went back to my favorite spot.

Bradley's voice was so broken that I could feel it tugging at my heart strings while my wolf was howling in delight at the prospect of mating with Blake when we got the hell out of here so she was as good as useless right now. "I promise. Now tell me. What's their name?" I asked quickly. "Ni-Nicole Sto-tone."

I whip around to see us surrounded by rogues and a jeep comes up the old road stopping in front of us before I can comprehend what is happening Lanna is spinning on the spot whipping her walking stick through the air snapping rogue necks with each spin "Desert, run back to the group now" Lanna screams at me but before I can take a step a crack sounds in the air and as if in slow motion I see a bullet zip through the air and I change course running to Lanna but it too late the bullet has hit her in the chest, She is dead instantly, the anger inside of me wells, I can feel Sandy shaking, within seconds I'm standing on four legs ready to rip these rogues to hell, the dirt starts spinning around

I want to cry but my tears are already dry, because crying is what I have been doing since I was a child. I sat on the couch and looked at Ross, sitting dead on the chair. I didn’t expect that I would get him that easy. Next is Eigner and I took another photo of Ross and photos of me too. Photos of the blood on my face, to make him nervous and convince him to come. I will use the photos to trap Einger. I need the fly to come on my web so that I can rip him into pieces, and after that I will be hell free. Free of all the pain that they caused me. Free from my shadows and monsters that are hiding inside my closet. I looked at the photos and smiled because I knew it would be a perfect trap to t

The pale morning light crept through the letterbox sized windows of the den slowly, casting a stark glow over the rows of beds before crawling up the back wall. The scent of blood mingled with the musty scent of damp and cheap perfume as the girls silently let the night pass them by.

One week later… Noah sat on the couch, sipping alcohol and smoking cigarettes. His eyes were dark, red, and heavy, devoid of any emotion, only endless coldness on his face. His lips were tightly pursed. His long legs, clad in well-stitched black trousers, were casually crossed on the tea table in front of him. The top two buttons of his black shirt were undone, revealing his strong and masculine chest. The sleeves were rolled halfway, and a sparkling silver watch adorned his wrist. His mobile phone on the table vibrated incessantly, but Noah leisurely leaned back, ignoring everyone's attempt to disturb his peace. He had finally taken revenge on Neel Dixon.

I whispered. Langelo's eyes widened before a smile spread out his cheek. He was so easy to please. Only with me though. His eyes twinkled under the chandelier and he nodded as he gripped my hand tighter. "I promise to be good, baby." He whispered back. ~••~ We took our seats at a table dressed in black velvet and golden silk, the kind of lavish that screamed money and blood. So many blood. Don't get me wrong. I know Dormani was a killer but he had morals. He would never hurt a woman neither would he traffick children and women or any gender for that matter.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

Nate was his to taint and corrupt as best as he wanted, not anyone else. Matteo looked at him, with a smirk on, he knew exactly what he was doing and this made Spade to growl out lowly Nate nodded almost eagerly oblivious of the exchange between the two brothers "Well..." Matteo drawled out as his eyes left Spade and landed on Nate again, he could feel Spade's hard glare on him "..cazzo means..." Spade was quick to cut him off, making Nate to quickly look at him, his clueless and innocent eyes falling Spade's hard glare on Matteo.