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It then dawned on everyone that Miren can only be used if you have poison inside your body, and if you don't, it will create its poison and kill the person. Christopher Fangs recreated these poisons and used them to massacre his brother’s family and as well as their father. But before he could kill the Young Lester Fangs who witnessed everything, someone was able to save him, and after that, Christopher Fangs had fallen, no remains were found, he was either hiding or dead. “Y-you! Stop! I'm not that bastard’s son!” Naster almost went mad after Nicholas flashed a mocking smile at him before continuing. “Did this man promise you power? Well, you all are fools, under my rule and my power, no on

Angel felt strange fully covered but was mostly glad for the boots. They all lined up as a big truck pulled over in front of the house. Angel tensed up when he saw Antonio Rufus Frankenstein's doctor come out, pushing a cart pack full of his mind-controlling devices. He sighed, thinking of the new hurdle he may not be able to escape. "If at any point I turn mindless and can't remember who you are, I will appreciate you ran for your dear life," Angel muttered calmly under his breath. Aaron silently cursed. "And if you have any means to stop me, use it," Angel added.

Ted said mimicking Angel and Rachel laughed at him. "Hail To The Bad boy who stick out their tongue!" Ally yelled and took a gulp of her beer. "Just do it Angel!" She then shouted. "Fine!" Angel huffed making my eyes widened with excitement. "Did you just say Fine?" I asked and she glared at me before standing up. "But not in front of you, perverts" she said and took my hand in hers, pulling me on my feet. "You're going to bring him in your room?" Rachel joked and she shook her head.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

Draven growled, his forked tongue flicking in mocking satisfaction as his coils constricted. “Shit Ange!” Alinta screamed inside her mind. “Blast him, do something!” “Here goes nothing,” Angela muttered, exhaling slowly as she closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. “I submit to you– “ANGE! NO!” Alinta shrieked, fighting desperately for control. “Such a good girl,” Draven hummed, leaning closer, his scales brushing the edge of her flames. “–Great fire of the Sun,” Angela finished. Her eyes snapped open.

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

I said, shaking my head in confusion. “It is said that vampires compelled, or in other words, mind controlled these humans to make them believe that wolves were out to kill them. It is what legends say, but we can never be truly sure of what is or what is not true. The herbs have been used throughout centuries regardless of that, and I think that we can use them to hide Dante’s scent on you and vice versa” Angelina said, looking me in the eye. I nodded in agreement before turning to look at Dante, waiting to hear what master plan he had in mind.

Gamma smiled broadly, realizing that his fishing rod for Venus had almost hit its mark. “I know you can work on it, Venus, considering how badly I wanted to take you as my partner at the party.” *** Angel looked at herself in the mirror and smiled, her appearance looking a little feminine in a vine-leaf pattern skirt with a color similar to autumn. She will meet Rain today.

She straightened, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips. “Well, I think I’ll go see the Ironfang’s. It’s been a long time. At least he paid well.” At that very moment, it seemed the Elder of the Ironfangs sensed what had happened. The cup of wine he held shattered in his hand, shards scattering on the ground. His old bones seemed to vibrate with a surge of anger. He slammed his hand on the wooden table, the sharp crack echoing in the quiet night. As he stood, turning to enter the compound, she appeared directly behind him in a blinding flash of speed. He paused, his body tensing, as if he knew she was there without even seeing her.

Vanessa lunged at me and tackled me to the ground. She straddled me and looked down at me, her eyes glowing dark red, almost black, with a look of pure hatred painted on her face. It was in that moment that I realized my sweet, innocent Vanessa really was gone, replaced by a monster made of twisted ideals, raw emotion, and an indomitable will to destroy humanity as we know it. She no longer saw me as her mother, but rather as an obstacle in the way of her achieving her goal.