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" My mind was overwhelmed with all sorts of surging emotions. Snippets from the past started to piece together in my mind, and various thoughts filled my head. My intense emotions urged me to get up as soon as I could. Oblivious to the changes within me, Selena braced herself to continue hurting me. All of a sudden, the doorbell rang, taking her aback. She threw the towel aside and opened the door. A smart-looking man stood on the other side of the door. He lifted his identification and said, "Hello, I am Zachary Jenkins, a private rehabilitation therapist. Ms. Riley Gibson's parents appointed me to care for her."

He knew that he would be murdered if he refused to yield to the Elysium Gate. Darryl nodded and turned to the Ten Villains. "What about you guys?" All of them had a unique appearance, which was interesting. Oldest Villain One was an overweight man with a chubby face. He had a striking five-inches long scar on his left cheek. Old Villain Two looked smart and refined; he had a striking appearance. Old Villain Eight was the most interesting one. He had an afro, and he was as skinny as a twig. He looked like a living feather duster from a distance!

his eyes were as sharp as the tip of a keen knife. The sound of the club scraping against the floor hurt my ears. His aura was so frighteningly deuced that I even deemed him to be the scariest man I’ve ever seen in my nightmare. But honestly though, ghosts and poltergeists were scarier. I didn’t like them, especially Valak. He must be Valak’s son. On the bright side, he’s the coolest devil I’ve seen so far. He’s taller than me and as I recalled, he’s the foreigner who slipped badly because of my ID. That's his karma and he have to deal with it!

"I just wanted to say that Sebastian will do anything so save your grandmother. Don't let your self believe on anyone except on us." "If I trust you can you give my grandmother back to me? And who is Matheus? Why did he take my grandmother ?!" I promise with a trembling voice. "Matheus is the king of Orpheus. He's an evil and he'll do anything to destroy us." Its a cold answer. "And what have we got to do with you? We are just humble people." Is it just human? "Yes you're a human ... but, your grandmother is vampire." A vampire?

on the ocean floor was still open. ​Something was crawling out. Not a Blood-Wraith. Not a Lunar-Exile. ​It was a man. He was wearing a tattered suit from the 21st century, and his eyes were the same amber-white as Leo’s. He looked at the camera and smiled. ​"Hello, Leo," the man said. "Thank you for opening the door. It’s been a long time since The First Vane walked the Earth." ​The screen went black. ​Leo looked at his siblings. They had just defeated their mother, only to realize they had accidentally resurrected their "Ancestor", the man who had started the curse ten thousand years ago.

Yours for eternity, Vladimir I closed the letter as tears began rolling down my cheeks. I believed my father was an angel, and my mother was a saintly woman. But the ancestors of my father side were bloodthirsty vampires. The ancestors of my mother were compassionate human beings, the fittest of all. I felt like I was torn apart between the two worlds. How could I harmonize these two ancestral species inside of me?

The vampire who seems to be in a higher rank than the rogue vampire, dismissed him with a raise of his hand and when he was gone, he made his way to the other side of the corridor where the candles burned less and he opened a door to a chamber before stepping inside. “The boy has been put in the dungeon,” he reported. It was the vampire who discovered the knife the junior student had used to slash Amber. The man, who was dressed in a black hooded cloak, looked at his junior from the mirror he held before moving his eyes back to his scarred face which had been slashed by his master’s blade. He blames the cause of his disfigured face which was once good-looking, on the lady warrior whom they r

Mikael Deventus with his rings, each one catching the light slightly differently, already making a note on something. Alexander Duville, the vampire, with his default expression of aristocratic impatience, which I had come to understand was just his face and not personal. General Terel, who I had been slightly afraid of the first time I met him and respected enormously every time since. The Valen wolf — Damian's brother. The Royal Gamma, scarred, enormous and steady as old stone. Jaxon at the end. Who caught my eye and gave me a look were the newest faces in the room.

[Undead Lich Ogen- Unique rank] "Weakened" Level-86 [Skills: Magic resistance. Physical immunity. Incorporeal Movement. Light sensitivity. Transfixing gaze. Wilting Passage. Death Touch. Summon.] {Malevolent Spirits of Extinct Humanoid race executed by being burned thrown into a blazing pit. The depth of the evil and strength of their rage return them to life shortly after death to seek vengeance against those who killed them} it doesn't show any stats… is it because it is dead? No that's not it… my analysis always showed stats of the monster even if it is dead.

Kiel said and then left the man in the cellar with the two that they captured earlier. “A Lycan, huh?” He sat on the chair and lit the torch beside him to light up the room. It was not too bright, but enough for Charlene to see bodies everywhere… bodies that lose some parts! Charlene threw up! She could not bear seeing dead bodies that were starting to rot. She had never seen one of them before, which is why Charlene was really shocked to witness such a thing. “Hmm… you never killed anyone, have you?” The man removed his mask and a man with a huge scar on his face showed up. Charlene stared at the scar that goes from his forehead to his eyes and then to his jaw.