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Its stone walls and tall windows gave it an almost cathedral-like appearance, and inside, the smell of aged paper and ink filled the air. Fatima and I wasted no time. We dove into the shelves, pulling out books about werewolves, local legends, and anything remotely connected to monsters. The hours ticked by, and the pile of books around us grew taller, but our frustration mounted. “Nothing,” Fatima muttered, slamming a book shut. “There’s nothing about deformed humans or monsters. It’s like we’re chasing shadows.” I rubbed my temples, exhaustion threatening to overwhelm me. “Maybe we’re looking in the wrong place. There has to be something—there’s always something.”

I looked at Sienna. She looked terrified. I looked back at Raven. "You didn't?" Raven hesitated. Just slightly. Enough. I stepped closer. "You know what your problem is?" Raven stayed quiet. "You think monsters look a certain way." The room was silent. I could hear Sienna breathing. I looked directly into Raven's eyes. "You want me to be angry." Raven's hand tightened around her phone. "You want me to confess." I smiled. "But you don't understand something."

Breathing is hard. When you cry so much, it really is--only that her eyes were dry, she had lost all feelings, she was blue 52, in an ocean that was her own soul in expansion. Non of us really changes over time, could Anne rice be wrong? We only become more fully what we are. Dr montoya was a monster, and she knew it. She also knew that loving monsters always ended badly for the kids, it was just a rule, no, K. Hamilton didn't invent it.

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.

And for the first time since Marcus reappeared in my life… I didn’t feel alone. Dante stepped closer but didn’t touch me. “Winter, listen to me carefully. He thrives on fear. On isolation. On making you think you’re the problem.” I swallowed. “You’re not,” Luca said quietly. “He’ll try to break you,” Kai added. “He’ll try to break us.” “Can he?” I asked. Dante’s gaze turned cold again—but not at me. “No.” A crash from upstairs made me flinch violently. Luca instantly pulled me behind him.

I’m not supportive, I’m deadly. Her house is decrepit. The smell hits me on the way up the driveway. This place isn't suitable for human life. Rotted meat wafts from the trash can, and my nose is all wolf picking up subtle musks and gross maggot-covered food items. Bodies of the white creatures dance atop the wet trash can lid.

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In her spare time, she writes short stories, poetry, motivational, health books. The author’s series The Warhead Hunters: the Zombie Apocalypse Decimation hit Amazon’s best-sellers’ list in Horror Literature & Fiction and Supernatural Horror categories. The author’s over seven titles hit Amazon’s best-sellers’ list in Health, Fitness & Dieting, Reference, Religion & Spiritually, Murder Thrillers, Mysteries, and Crime Thrillers. Tamikio received an award certificate for entering her Christmas short story, Jeremy’s Magical Christmas, in the Christmas Collection Anthology. The author received an honorable recognition as the best crime author of September 2016. She won her first crystal trophy a

If I had met her in Greystone Falls, I'd have doubted if she was a witch. "Like I said, this is Eclipse’s Book of Records. It holds the history of every supernatural being that has ever been here," she explained. "You mean each book holds a record of every monster who’s been here?" I asked, my eyes darting toward the shelves. "Yes," she replied and clicked her tongue. "But can you stop calling us monsters? I'd prefer it if you addressed us as supernatural beings," she added with a smile. Supernatural beings, my foot! They were all monsters to me, with powers no human could ever possess.

I checked the message she sent me this morning. "Hi Savannah, good morning. I hope you had a nice night. *wink*. Sarah and I had a good night's sleep, so don't worry about us; enjoy your time with Roman, as we haven't spent time together in a while. Don't worry about coming home now because Sarah and I are going to the library to pick out more books, and definitely not because I have a crush on the librarian. After that, we are going to have something to eat at Starbucks, see a movie, and head back home. Our day is packed, and we have no room for you, so have fun."