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Perhaps she is finally seeing that she doesn’t have to hide anymore. I know shadows, darkness, and death have always been a part of my life. I’ve never feared any of it. I’ve used the shadows and darkness to hide in plain sight when I’m on missions. I command the shadows to teleport me where I want. I can manipulate them to bend to my will. I'm a necromancer. I play with death by stopping people from dying, bringing them back to life if necessary, and even taking their life. My ability as a necromancer allows me to remove souls directly from their bodies. It’s why I get the complex missions.

Oh but she had a lot of things in mind, but first, she needed to know where her nana was. "Wh… Where are my nana’s ashes?” Sandra asked defeatedly as she looked at Aztec, hoping to the goddess that this man didn't do something that could ruin her life even more. Of course, he had ruined it at the altar and now he was just pressing on her wound. "I dumped them in the medical waste room,” Aztec said coldly to Sandra who just stared at the alpha blankly. This man couldn't be serious, right? This man was something else.

And I don't know if it's because I'm not at my best, but it does give me the creeps. -I'm not going to kill you. -pronunciate calmly. I frown- I'm going to do worse than that. -He pauses in which I get up from the floor leaning with my left arm on the corridor wall.- I'm going to take care of moving away from all the people you care about you. I'm going to make them suffer, I'm going to kill them, and I'm going to make sure they hate you. I gulp. Right now because of the dizziness I see two Harrisons Tucson's in front of me, and that's twice as bad as having just one- You're going to be left alone, Azael Volkov. And you're going to suffer as you've never done in your whole miserable life.

He smiles as he watches the head of the clan and everyone around that room dead and bathing with their blood that put him in utmost content. He who sacrifices his very soul and is bound into the chains and clutches of that God. The master of the dead, a necromancer, and an alchemist. He who is supposed to be dead yet is alive and continues to like a cycle of a jellyfish and two. He is greeted as his very creation and façade of an older sister, replies. “As your very wish, master.”

Simon grumbled. "That's ok just tell me everything there is" Jace replied a bit anxious. "Well, all the necromancers are dead. Or rather imprisoned by Celeste and her then husband Erebus because he saw them as too great a threat to all the other supernaturals after one necromancer defied him and brought back someone he'd killed to life. Celeste ruled over the supernaturals but had no control over the necromancers because they didn't see her as their leader. They actually worshipped the lord of The Hallow. Someone by the name of Zaewyn" Simon explained. Jace grew impatient because this wasn't the type of information he's searching for.

The kiss broke, leaving all three breathing heavily, desire and adrenaline mixing dangerously. “We’re running out of time,” Serena whispered, still pressed between them. “The Nexus is close. The ritual… we may have to do it soon.” Kael’s hand gripped her hip possessively. “When we do it, it won’t be just for the cure. It’ll be because we choose each other.” Damien’s voice was dark with promise. “Completely.” As they prepared to move toward the central gardens, the ground trembled violently. From the direction of the Nexus rose a chorus of unnatural howls — not just infected, but something older. Something that had been sleeping beneath the university for centuries, now awakened by the Lunar

"Valerie Nott... Tatiana Black... oh, and look here, the sad widow herself. Tatiana was pressed against the wall near Brock's casket. Her face was the color of ash. Valerie had gone perfectly still. Like a rabbit hoping the wolves wouldn't see her. "Now," Scarface said. He pulled out a switchblade. He used it to clean his fingernails. "I don't care if the man's dead. Dead men's debts don't disappear. They pass to family." The blade clicked as he folded it shut. The sound made half the room flinch.

“Ahhh, fine! Fine! Whatever. If you don’t want to tell me who he is, just say so~” Nexus laughed, softer now, like wind chimes in the desert dusk. But then, he leaned in again, as though sharing the punchline of the universe. “He’s a powerful wolf spirit who will call himself Theo a few years from now.” All of a sudden, the world around her trembled—like an old filmstrip glitching between frames. Nexus’s warm, serene smile began to fade, like sunlight sinking into water. The shrine, the sky, the sand beneath her—all of it peeled away, pixel by pixel, memory by memory.

Something strange stirred beneath my skin—a prickling heat that spread like wildfire through my veins, My body went into spams, My vision blurred as I stumbled to my knees, it seemed as though the world was tilting dangerously around me, my bones cracking and reshaping with agonizing intensity. Fur sprouted from my skin, coarse and pearly white, my limbs contorting into a new form. And then I shocked myself, a raspy snarl tore from my throat, My fingers curled into claws, I could feel my senses sharpened, the world now painted in stark contrasts of light and shadow from the normal colours I was used to.