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His gaze never wavered, holding on, sharp enough to cut diamond if he tried. They locked onto mine and everything else in the bar blurred into bleariness. The music faded from my ears just as all the people present there disappeared. Now there was only him and the weight of his stare burning through me. Heat rushed through every single corner of me until I was oversaturated. My body burned as the intensity of his emerald eyes aroused me. There was something about him that just felt dangerous in a predatory way. His eyes slowly checked me out, causing sensations to bombard me.

Kaelor angled himself toward the girls without thinking, blocking them with his arm. Draven didn’t move. He just watched the doorway like he already knew what was coming. Then more shapes appeared. One. Two. Then several. Not fully wolves. Not fully anything. Twisted bodies dragged out of the dark, eyes too bright, movements jerky like they were being pulled by something unseen. Shadow Wolves. My stomach dropped. “They’re already here, ” I said under my breath. “Yeah, ” Rhydan muttered. “I can see that. ” Kaelor’s voice was tight.

She comes up to them, and Winter says nothing. “I am making the tea,” says Andrea, “does anyone want some?” Joshua now goes to his room, sits on his knees, holds Winter's belly, and kisses it. Whispering, “our unborn child,” she stands up and starts kissing him. Larry, “boss, we need to start recruiting new guys. We low on men,” Larry says. “These bloody shadow hunters killed some of our best guys!” “I know a group of guys who are the best,” says Lucifer, “they are trained well. However, these guys have a reputation that's left some traces, so they will, unfortunately, bring too much attention.”

About twenty viewers were watching, fifteen of them picked Dark Shadow cause he was an alpha, three of them went for Sniper because of his tenacity in the last hunt, and the remaining two, a blonde-haired woman, an heiress to one of the largest oil company in the city clicked on Blade and the other man, a young dark man in his twenties, owner of one of the best fashion design company stared at Lightning with interest, the fire he saw in her eyes sparked something in him but he was a bit reluctant to click, and then on second thought he made an impulsive decision and picked her. The viewers are ready. Percy's laptop was open in front of him while the other guys in the room had their eyes on a

Screams echoed across the battlefield, followed by the sickening sound of bodies collapsing onto the blood-soaked ground. The crowd watched in frightened fascination, excitement, and curiosity twisting together as confusion spread through the arena. The change had been too abrupt. The hunters had suddenly become the prey. “What is that?” someone asked in shock. “Who are they even fighting?” another questioned anxiously. The spectators exchanged confused and alarmed glances, utterly stunned by the sudden turn of events. The Blood Shadow warriors were using a special top-tier technique called Shadow Sleath, an ancient assassination art that allowed them to move freely within the shadows while

The footsteps were familiar, even before I turned around. “Kai,” I said, not bothering to look at him. “We have a problem,” he said, his voice tight. I finally turned to face him. Kai’s face was lined with tension, and his jaw set in that grim way that told me whatever news he brought was worse than usual. I raised an eyebrow, waiting. “The shadow hunters,” he continued, “they’re moving into the lower cities. Faster than they have ever done.”

Crown HUD (new permanent alert, blood-red text): SEVERED CIRCLE – ACTIVE HUNTERS Status: 6 / 7 shards still intact Next projected Revenant manifestation: within 7–14 days They will pursue when you are not on protected pack ground. The hunt is mutual. I look at Remy, at Seras, at the valley sleeping outside the window. Thirty-eight pieces left. Six ancient sorcerers who literally helped write the rules of my power, now trying to kill me with them. Good. I always work better when the odds say I should be scared. Let them come. School’s Monday through Friday. Every other minute belongs to the storm. The Monastery of Mages and Wizards, Shambhala December 15, 2026 – 02:47 a.m. Himalayan time

They weren’t always together, but I saw their faces multiple times. It was apparent they were scoping the house out. Our safehouse isn’t all that safe. Given these men are out during the day, they must be humans working for the vampires. Either unknowingly or knowingly. You can’t imagine how many people want to become a vampire. I blame that dumbass book and movie trilogy Twilight. And to an extent, I’ll pass the blame to Vampire Diaries. It’s better but still perpetuates this fantasy of being a vampire. People should watch more Supernatural. Now that is a show getting things right. Though it’s also the show that got a lot of dumb American hunters into hunting with no real skill or clue, thi

Animal Hunters could only handle Low Class Magical Beasts, whereas Thrashers could handle the Middle and average High Classes with relative comfort. Predators were the second highest combat force of this world. They were rare and highly sought after even in the cities. Predators could handle any High Class Magical Beast, and were strong enough to go against the power of Mythic Class Magical Beasts. Two Predators with good teamwork could kill a very strong Mythic Class without sustaining severe injuries. They were a very powerful force to reckon with.

I don't mind staying all day just to watch the trees and birds. ~ MARTHA POV~ " Shantel." I called slamming the door wide open. I just heard the worst news of my life. The blood moon was fast approaching and I heard the craziest news ever. " Sharron , are you okay?" Shantel asked, coming out of the bathroom. " I'm not. I heard a warlock saw a prophecy." I said and tied my hair up. " About the hybrid child?" Sharron asked. " Yes. How can a stupid dhampir be a threat to my life and every witches?" I asked in anger.