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“The Elders have been keeping things from us for too long. They can never be trusted anymore. I decided to act on my own and with Kyle, I was able to get the witch to speak yesterday. There is a sacred book written by the Fathers of the early church after the time of the witch trials. It talks about a prophecy that will bring an end to our immortality.” Gasps filled the air and murmurs soon arose in the room. It was obvious that none of them can accept it. “But the good news is,” Aamon brought back their attention, “our immortality will never be taken from us. The Blackburn whom we just discovered to be alive are now all dead for good because it was written that one of them would be the end

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The horizon was a jagged smear of charcoal gray and bruised violet. For three years, I had walked toward it, guided by nothing but the rumors whispered in the hushed, terrified voices of dying scavengers. They spoke of a place that held the line, a fortress of humanity amidst the rotting sprawl of the walking dead. They called it "Haven."

Jesus . Her mood continued to sour into disquiet the further she went in. There were things on a few of the printouts Emma wished she hadn’t seen. At one point, the eyes of a werewolf with a bodybuilder physique burned into her from an old woodcut, its jaws embedded in the midsection of a victim dangling from its hand like an hors d’oeuvre. In a black and white photo, a grim line of men in Civil War regalia posed for the camera, the winged corpse of something that resembled a dinosaur stretched out at their feet. Emma’s fingertips began sticking to the pages. She wiped a sleeve across her brow before any of the gathering sweat could slide off her face and smear the ink.

“I felt terrible when I read this book. But I don't have a choice because I need the answer about the disease.” “Is it okay if I touch this book? I want to see this, but I don't know where they put this book.” When Richelle died, he tried to search for the book, but someone wanted to hide it from him. “You can't read this book. You need my blood to make you read this book. You know this book was for a healer.” Lycan felt miserable that he didn't have a chance to read what Richelle wrote for him. He hesitated to ask Leah for help, and his pride prevented him from talking to her even more.

body still refused to yield to her pleas . Her attempt was once again a futile one. Her eyelids had not opened a bit. She was running out of time. Derek kept on roaring like he was going to die. Though she was very afraid, she knew at the same time that she might just be the only way to salvage the whole situation. Her heart broke the moment she heard Derek trying to justify why he killed those people. That chamber had a memory that he could not yet get over. The alpha king needed to be helped. He needed help desperately, most especially at the moment. The sounds of things that had been smashed on the floor kept on tearing the air apart. Yes. This was the right moment to do the needful. She

D has been searching for us during the day because they know that Al is a vampire and that means for us, we would have to stop, rest and start moving at night, they want to catch us off guard, "Oh," I muttered, "Thanks I guess... But what is the other thing? you mention saving me twice," "You look pale, you should feed on the deer before you faint," her eyes shifted to the animal on the ground, Oh, that's what she meant, she saved me from W.I.K.D and from starving to death. Swallowing hard, I forced my eyes shut, opening them when I felt my fangs brushing against my lip, the she-wolf was sitting with her back turned to me licking her paws. Crouching, I brought my lips to the deer's neck, gag

Not even a single try. “What does it say?” I asked, brows furrowing as I rubbed both of my palms to create warmth. The cold had been much cruel today ever since we arrived at the healer’s cabin. I encouraged myself to look at the drawings instead; the art style is pretty much gothic, if not ancient. It wasn’t inked. Hues of black and white were embedded on the golden brown pages of the material. I saw the graphics of a human and a werewolf. They were doing something strange… some sort of a ritual. Elliot did not flip the pages further so I ended up guessing that that was it.

Their jobs were to protect their Alpha and Luna and to also help with cake duties. As time went on, the humans started to hunt and kill werewolves for sport. The ones whowere able to get away found frfuge in the deep parts of the forest. The last known sighting was well over a hundred years ago {END OF STORY} Ash has gotten older since then and there have been many changes in her life now. Unfortunately, her grandfather had passed away a few years ago, then this past year she lost her mother to cancer. It's been very hard for her nut she is very lucky to have her life long best friends, Kime and Toni by her side.

“He’s clearly got you on drugs or something.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m completely sober.” “Are you, Camille? I should give you a test or something.” He checked out the other books. More vampire romance? Where were the werewolves? He saw none. “Wrong,” Dire grumbled. Don’t worry. We’ll get her proper books. Maddox browsed more of the vampire books and realized that they all had the same author. Grace Moon. That was an interesting name.