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Her books scatter across the floor, the sound echoing like a gunshot. I freeze. Rhea drops to her knees, silently collecting her things, her head bowed. No one helps. The hallway is suddenly too quiet. Just the sound of pages flapping and cruel laughter. "Still pretending you belong here?" Fang-Girl sneers. "You don’t. Whatever charm spell you’re using won’t work on us." Is Rhea the only fae in the school? Damn. "I’m not using anything," Rhea says quietly. Another girl snatches one of her books and rips a page from it. "Oops."

Distractedly, I left the book I wanted to pull behind and walked towards the table. Lily’s light scent of flowers hung in the air, and instinctively I just knew that was where she had been researching the day before. Curiously, I looked at the books on the table. One of them looked older than the rest. It’s pages were already yellowed and a corner looked burned off. With a frown, I held the thick back of the book and closed it to see the cover. FAE: The primals in human skin. Goosebumps rose along my arms and I shivered as I read the title.

His voice fills my mind as he opens our mindlink. ‘I love you both.’ THE END This concludes book 1 of The Stone Sister Series! I know there are still many questions: What about Bram? What about The Underground? What about Sage? Be on the lookout for Book 2: Emmy’s Story, which will be titled Rejecting Fate! If you enjoyed this story and my writing, please follow my I G for updates and more! Thank you all so much! <3 JNS

“This is the diary of Amanda Crossfield. Should you come across this book while I am deceased, please read it. The dead have nothing to fear. If I am still alive, proceed no further. I will flay your skin in the open sun and coat your exposed insides with honey.” “Ouh, gnarly,” I hissed. But the blood. That wasn’t a mistake…it wasn’t just the air setting a mood. It was the smell of the book, and the more I read, the wider my eyes got. I was seeing things that my own mother wrote that made so much sense, and at the same time, just made me freeze with shock. By the time I was at the last page, most of the paper was covered and smeared in the red liquid that had now turned deep maroon.

Others sound like the beginning of horror novels. I drag a hand down my face with a quiet sigh. It’s like trying to find truth in fog. I click on another link. More confusion. A forum of self proclaimed “paranormal experts” debating everything from moonstones to blood rituals to royal bloodlines. My eyes skim paragraph after paragraph but none of it helps. If anything, the internet is only adding to the unease curling in my chest.

My fingers trembled against my skirt as I stared blankly at the space he had just occupied. He didn't yell this time but he felt more scary. I wasn't even sure what I was feeling anymore. Was it shame? Or Fear? Or maybe exhaustion? I wasn't strong like those heroines in books, the ones who stareddanger in the face and fought back with a sharp tongue. I was just Lena Lynx Grey, a girl who flinched when voices rose. A girl who froze under pressure. A girl who couldn't even cry properly anymore because it always felt like a luxury that I hadn't earned.

“And that place already smelled like despair.” I reached out. My fingers brushed the spine of a volume labeled DROWNED CARNIVAL. The second line glowed. CYCLE RANGE: 280–303 PRIMARY THEMES: FEAR / CONTROL / LAUGHTER_AS_EDGE I tugged it off the shelf. It was heavier than it looked. When I cracked it open somewhere near the middle, ink‑lines on the page rippled and rose up off the paper, coalescing into a scene above the book. We watched ourselves—smaller, flatter, a memory playing in three dimensions: the Ferris wheel looming, cars creaking, Maria’s hand on Jax’s arm, my own breath fogging in the cold carnival air. The text under the image scrolled like captions:

it was all in my head. Because in this town, you never knew what might be lurking in the shadows. And you never, ever wanted to find out. My lungs burned and my legs ached as I ran, but I didn't dare slow down. The weird feeling of being pursued only intensified with each splashing footfall. I risked a glance over my shoulder and my blood turned to ice. Something huge and dark was bounding after me, it was huge, tall and I couldn't decipher the color of whatsoever was chasing me, and it closed the distance with terrifying speed. A scream rose in my throat but got trapped there. I was choked off by sheer terror and then it dawned on me. I was being chased by a werewolf. I have heard of wolve

Those were the last words I heard before the lid came down. The last glimmer of light in my heart finally died out completely. In the darkness I screamed and beat at the wood until my palms bled. "Let me out! Adrian, please! I'm scared of the dark, I'm actually scared—" The walls pressed in from every side, the air thickened, and the inscriptions flared with a deep, ugly red. A searing, tearing agony detonated inside my bloodline, like something being ripped out of my marrow. I convulsed and clawed at the walls until my nails broke. No one responded.