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“Can we speak someplace private?” I stare at the pictures scattered on the coffee table of the penthouse suite, my mind blank. There are pictures of women with bruises on various parts of their bodies, some with open wounds and swellings. There is even one of a murder crime scene. “What's this?” I ask, even though I can understand what this is.

A shiver ran down my spine. Retracing my steps, I padded over to the table, which had the item lying on it. It was a book, a really, really old book. Flipping through the pages, I discovered it was a journal, its pages detailing the fall of a great alpha king. My brows scrunched. What the hell is an alpha? However, before I could read further, an unseen force hit me, nearly sweeping me off my feet.

He sighs heavily, resigning himself, and starts eating again. “So, here’s how it goes,” I begin, my voice flat, devoid of emotion, because that’s how you have to approach it. “The prey are dressed in specific outfits, and they’re released with a five-minute head start to hide. After those five minutes are up, the hunters begin searching. The rules are simple: the hunters don’t have to kill the prey. They can just torment and torture them. But even if the prey survives being found once, it doesn’t mean they’ll live. If they’re found again, it could mean death.”

For a moment, he just stood there with furrowed brows, his orbs fixed on the cover. “Zombies are Real?” he read, tapping his fingers on the book. Taking a deep breath, he averted his gaze to the books seated next to them. Using his free hand, he grabbed one. “Supernatural Being.” With his lips curled, he scanned them from back-to-front cover. Immediately after, his mind drifted without prior warning. Something about the titles probed his guts. He just didn’t know what. Should he believe these zombies and supernatural beings were true? If not, how could he explain what he’d seen the night before?

"It feels powerful. Terrifying. Like we are shedding our skin and becoming something new, something that doesn't fit into the history books. Keep talking! What do you see ahead?" Lior pushed forward, his movements becoming more fluid, more predatory. "More are coming from the right, but they’re hesitating. Look at them, Aziel. They’re scared of us. The bond is radiating a pressure, a predator’s hum that they can feel in their own marrow. They’re paralyzed by the sheer weight of what we’ve become."

Mom said, her voice breaking, “I love you. I love you so much. But you have to run now. I promise I’ll find you. I’ll come back for you.” “Mom, please!” I sobbed harder, grabbing onto her like a child. But the sound of wolves approaching grew louder, snarls and the pounding of paws. Mom pushed me hard, her voice rising in desperation. “Run, Cal! RUN!” With a broken heart, I turned and sprinted into the forest. Behind me, I heard the terrible sound of my father’s final cry. I risked one glance back, and what I saw will haunt me forever. Alpha Damon stood beside the car. He yanked Dad out like he was nothing but a rag doll, and then, in a flash of teeth and claws, he tore him apart.

I had given her 2 days to process her feelings but right now, she had to be here, with me, in my house! After all it was fair enough to keep friends close but enemies way closer. “I don't think that's the only issue we have on hand right now.” Piero stated adjusting his glasses while looking up at us. “Apparently, she's booked a flight out of the country and is currently preparing to leave.” I slammed my hand on the table grunting and clenching my fist in utter disgust. I had thought I was doing myself one but right now, this kitten was stressing me the hell out.

Ryan parked in front of the NYPD building on Broadway, he walked into the entrance of the brown brick building, there was a large 34th police precinct written on the side of the building. Different types of cars as well police cars painted in blue and white were parked in front of the building. The agent walked into the building with a rubber bag holding two large burgers and a bottle of orange juice in his hand— which was his breakfast. He marched on boldly into the storey building, ”Hey Flinch!” He waved at the security man at the entrance.

I asked him. "I will never bow to a witch. I will take pleasure in eating your heart since you chose to ruin my meal!" He spat back at me with an evil smirk. Yes, I could have easily done a killing blow, but I find a slight enjoyment in making the evil beings suffer a little. Plus, I get paid more if I deliver them alive. Mucelini here broke the law. Ghouls have centers where they can obtain flesh to survive. When several ghoul attacks started in the area and the Paranormal Enforcement Agents (PEA) couldn't find the culprit they called me. Freya Blackwood, paranormal bounty hunter. I take on hunting ghouls, vampires, werewolves, and other creatures of the night. I am the best of the best and

whispered my hidden ally in the digital shadows. My heart raced as I conveyed my discoveries. IP addresses intertwined like veins, weaving a damning narrative of their malicious intent. "Let's unveil the puppeteers of this web." The day of reckoning came when the school gathered for an assembly. The four individuals behind the false rumors had been identified, their actions laid bare for all to see. They were made to stand before the entire student body, as well as the teachers and staff, and confess their sins.