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I can't breathe and I feel like dying as water started to fill my lungs and throat. I'm starting to lost consciousness again. I wanted to fight more but I ran out of energy. My body betrayed me. I'm exhausted and lack of air. Maybe this is my last day in this world. I had so many plans, lots of things to finish and work to be done, but I guess it would only be just a dream for now. I'm getting weaker and weaker, my body is slowly giving up, even my heart, I can feel that it slowly stopped pumping. I was about to close my eyes when I heard a loud noise coming from the door but even before I could see what's going on my self totally gave up. I can say that I lose in this scene. ***

In the past few days, more and more of my memories had slipped away. These few minutes of light were my only chance to hold onto what little I had left—an opportunity to review my notes and document anything I could still recall. I was terrified—terrified of quietly dying here, unnoticed and forgotten, even by myself. One word at a time, I wrote: "They are committing a crime. Raelynn Swales must survive. Survive and find the light."

Deon tried to reason with him. " Kaden is not here right now; you’re talking to the Dark One." This strange, possessed voice came from Kaden, but his lips never moved. " Kaden would have to face the consequences after I release his body and he finds his precious little mate dead in his hands." As the voice stopped, Kaden’s grip on my hand was released, now around my neck. He lifted me off the ground by my neck, my feet dangling inches above the ground. I gasped for air, squirming and kicking, when I noticed a fireball heading toward my face, but it slammed into Kaden’s back instead. My vision started to blur from lack of oxygen.

he weakly uttered as he sniffled softly. Kelvin pulled the birthday boy into a hug. "You're welcome. You're happy, right?" Kinsley nodded vigorously in response. "Good." The older boy chuckled. From a distance, by one of the windows of the school building, someone is gritting his teeth. "Tsk. He's too happy and crying over an effing phone,” he muttered. * * * "The great deaf is here!" One young werewolf announced as Kinsley entered a large room for the monthly meeting of the aspiring hunters, trackers, and warriors, even healers of the pack. The pack members in this group are ages twelve to seventeen, who will soon be given their rank.

Again… - STOP, please… The same scream this time loudly in the beginning and then started to fade away as she no longer had the strength to do it, then silence, too much of it. That was the most horrific silence I have been witnessed to. For me, that was the beginning of the end for the one who did this. It was Rita’s silence. Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Tabel Normal";

My blood runs cold and the room turns dead silent for a moment before all hell runs loose. ***********************************************************************************************

Lauren rebutted, confidently. "Are you sure about that? Listen to this." At first, Lauren heard nothing but the noise from the party. Just when she was about to sneer, she heard Malcolm's voice. His voice wasn't loud but the entire hall was pin silent so she could hear everything he said. She listened for a few minutes before her mouth opened in shock. She was so D. O. O. M. E. D!

“You’re here.” “I’m here,” I confirmed, my voice husky. We lay there for a while longer, tangled together, not speaking, just relearning the feel of each other in the cold morning light. The outside world, with all its problems, felt like a distant dream. But reality, as it always did, began to seep in. The silence was no longer the peaceful quiet of the storm. It was the silence of being cut off. We had no food delivery. No contact. The snow would be meters deep.

A distant rumble shook the heavens. The crack above the city widened slightly. Everyone looked up. The darkness beyond reality was moving. Watching. Waiting. The First Silence. Nova felt it immediately. Not fear. Not anger. Curiosity. The First Silence was observing. Learning. Like it always had. The Third Silence noticed too. His expression hardened. "He's here." The First Memory nodded. "Yes." The city grew brighter. Silver light flooded the horizon. Then the world became quiet. Perfectly quiet. Every sound vanished.

Lilia and Klara had been rushed into the underground infirmary, poison coursing through them like liquid fire. The Silence toxin wasn’t ordinary. It was a demon in liquid form. One strain killed instantly—organs convulsing, flesh changing color while the body screamed. The other was worse—slow death, slow agony, the body alive while the brain felt itself tearing apart. Both were merciless. Both unstoppable. Doctors worked tirelessly, sweat dripping, hands shaking. Yet nothing worked. Then it happened. A nurse stepped out for supplies, only to return and freeze. A package sat where there had been nothing. No footsteps, no door opening—just sudden presence. Her heart hammered as she saw the bo