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That means she had some very powerful spells within those books. “Was there any clues as to who might be responsible?” Reece asked. “No, whoever it knew exactly what they were looking for and took specific items and left the shit they deemed useless. They didn’t even leave a scent.” I answer. Which is concerning in itself. Very few beings lack a scent. This means whoever it was is a god, or they masked their scent somehow. I turn around when I hear the door shut, and Blain and Alan walk in. I hear Rye groan, and I just roll my eyes. I tell Blain about Shade, and he says that she either knew the people that killed her or it was another vampire.

They or we? The other party that threw our world into chaos was the self-proclaimed animal welfare organization Live for Animals. In an act of charity they broke into Doctor Christopher Krynick's research laboratory to bring the animals to safety. Unfortunately they had no idea what was going on and a well-meaning rescue operation turned into a global catastrophe. The proles first killed their rescuers and then escaped from the research facility to bring a plague of unprecedented proportions to the world. When a hand came to rest on my shoulder and slowly brushed the back of my neck, I tried to ignore the tingling sensation. "You can leave that nice. I'm still mad at you. "

Granted, Jamie and Christian had done experiment after experiment on tissue samples to try to find something that could kill a Hybrid and had continuously come up short, but they probably didn’t know there was a chance scandium could kill her--or who knows what other elements the Vampires might’ve put into that explosion. Brandon was growing more desperate in his rock moving, shouting and cussing at people to come and help. A lot of the wounded were healed now, the Healers having done their best. Jo looked over her shoulder and saw Scott and Cale both kneeling next to Ping. Scott saw her staring and slowly shook his head. “Anyone else?” she asked him through her IAC. “No, he’s the only one,”

Fire and decay. I opened my eyes and scanned the area. No movement. I let my shoulders relax and the grip on my pistol loosen slightly. No immediate danger. I leant back into the seat and turned my head, scanning the area out the front window before looking to Jake. He looked perfectly at ease, composed, relaxed and I felt slightly ashamed that this was effecting me so badly. I wanted this. This life, this career. I still do. I want to help, want to make a difference, make a change. I took a deep breath then went back to scanning the area in silence. I could dwell on all of this later on, for now, I had a job to do. “I've got a small group of dead to the left.” I stated through the walkie, n

I let out a scream as he reaches into the car, trying to kick him away but all my effort is useless against him as he wraps his hand around my throat, roughly pulling me out the car. "Where do you think you're going!?" He growls out, shoving my back up against the car. I feel my legs give away from the impact, but he continues to hold me up by my throat not letting me fall to the ground. I reach up grabbing his wrist as his grip around my throat tightens, cutting my airway off a bit. Hearing Brice cries from the back seat, I look at the other four wolves standing behind the male. One of the other wolves takes a step forward as he shifts back.

I felt relief, gratitude, and love for Luthias as I watched Charles crumple to the floor. Seeing the fate of their leader, vampires started retreating. I’d almost settled the adrenaline from the battle back down in my veins when a powerful burst of energy knocked Luthias to the ground. I gasped with horror as I watched Sybil step out from a thick mist with her hands spread wide like I was taught to do while performing magic. Was Sybil the witch who broke through the shield over Verso?

"We fight." ​: As the first drone dived toward us, the black thorn on my wrist didn't just throb—it opened. A third eye, violet and slitted like a cat’s, blinked open in the center of the scar. ​"The Scythe has evolved," a voice that wasn't mine whispered in my head. "And it’s hungry for steel."

“Brick, bring your lazy ass over here! Bring us a beer and some food too and make it quick. Here, Tire, sit with me and tell me what you did yesterday.” This is what Devlin has heard most of his childhood life, from the moment he wakes up to the time he is allowed to sleep. Well, he decided as he turned 12 today, no one even bothering to greet him, he will change all that. The man who stole him from his family in Ireland and brought him here to New York told him, he is his biological father and the other boy, older than him by two years is his half-brother or so he’s been told by Muckie, shortcut for Marcus. Muckie seemed more appropriate as he is a monster just like his namesake, an Irish m

Heira paced angrily within me, and I knew any moment now, he would push out. The air suddenly went still, and an ominous silence fell among the ruins of the pack. Cold air rushed in from all sides, and strange shadows began to take shape around me. Scythe's power had increased since the last time. More larger and thicker lumps of shadow penetrated the air now, cloning themselves... more than one Scythe stood before me, ready to attack. "You called me." His voice was unusually deep and menacing, resonating like thunder in the environment. But I cared less; he could display an array of powers as much as he wanted, but he was going down today.