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Maybe I can run away. I stand and cross to the window, seeing that the room is very high up in the office building. I look up, trying to see if there is a window washer nearby. I could open the window and hitch a ride down if he was nice enough. To my dismay, there is not a window washer on shift right now.

“Little do you know that they are the main reason why Shin was there! All of my plans is about to ruined because of them!" "But that's not enough reason Jeoff. They are still kids!” that’s my point Jeoff. THEY ARE STILL KID! Turning my back to him… I face them a ng gave a comfortable hug. Hug can lessen the fear someone. They need it, same with me. I lost my so-called home. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO

“Put your finger out.” I do as he says, and I wait for the burn to come, but it doesn’t. I close my eyes to numb any pain if it comes. I slowly open my eyes to see why I didn't burn. My finger is glittering. I’m blown away. “I’m like Edward right now,” I say, grinning, thinking about the Twilight books. The author did an excellent job in a lot of things regarding the supernatural. I walk out of the cave, still masking my scent, and bathe my body under the sun.

But nothing about today had been human. I sat back, watching the way Novel’s hair seemed to shimmer with a faint silver light, even in the shadows. “My girl,” I smiled. I kissed her forehead one last time before stepping out to check the perimeter. The camp was silent; the battle was won, but the mystery of what Novel truly was had only just begun.

Noah is nothing! I screamed, trying to escape from the encroaching darkness. I searched for something, anything that would guide me to an escape. Shadowy tendrils wrapped themselves around my soul, injecting it with their poison and obscurity. My vision began to fade… And then a beacon of light appeared above me. It was small at first, pulsating with a silver glow, which grew brighter and brighter until the shadows cringed away from its radiance. The moon had risen above us, bathing us in all its glory.

She nodded, the tears on her cheeks turning to steam. Together, they staggered across the last span of burning stone. The arch rose before them, vast and searing, its light spilling across their faces like dawn. The heat became unbearable, yet it was not pain—it was purification. They stepped through. And the fire swallowed them whole. ---

Novah's POV The walk back from the shed felt longer than usual. Like wading through thick, invisible mud. Every step was heavy, weighed down by Ashton’s words and the suffocating awareness of the pack. *Be boring. Be invisible. Sell it.* They echoed in my head, a relentless, impossible mantra. The phantom warmth where his fingers had gripped my arm lingered, a traitorous counterpoint to the cold dread settling in my stomach.

This is a spin off of the book, showcasing what grief does to us and how it can change and affect our lives, and mental stability. > Noah's POV I woke to the soft warmth of sunlight streaming through sheer curtains, its glow spreading across my face like a gentle touch. For a moment, I stayed perfectly still, my mind blank and heavy, as if waking from a deep, dreamless sleep. The air was sweet, carrying the scent of wildflowers and salt, and somewhere nearby I could hear the low, rhythmic murmur of waves. It was unlike any morning I had ever known, too perfect, too still.

CHAPTER 126 — THE SHATTERING The horizon tore open, and the new figures emerged—shadows taller than buildings, their forms shifting like liquid nightmares. They moved with purpose, each step fracturing the ground, sending fissures that glowed with molten light. The air burnt with static, thick and choking, as if the sky itself had caught fire.

When she closed her eyes, she saw lives unfolding — a mother soothing her child in the slums, an old man lighting a candle for someone he had lost, two strangers sharing an umbrella in the rain. Every act of kindness burned like sunlight in her veins. Every cruelty stung like frost. The Flow was not only light. It was everything. It was truth. And the truth was overwhelming. --- The Mirror of Flesh She stood in front of her mirror one morning and did not recognize the reflection staring back. Her hair shimmered faintly — dark, but threaded with gold like sunlight caught in water. Her eyes glowed with a soft ember beneath their brown. And when she breathed, her reflection shimmered slightly,