Novel & Cerita Slash Fiction Supernatural

I turned toward Summer. "The medical examiner wasn't completely wrong." Summer froze. "How is that possible?" "She really did kill herself. She drove the ice pick in herself. "This wasn't an ordinary suicide. It was induced through deep hypnosis. "Someone used words to destroy her will to live and suggest that she should die." Summer's voice trembled. "Who? Did you see who it was?" "A woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a white lab coat. Her voice was very refined." The color drained from Summer's face.

She read a considerable amount of it, and she finally reached a point where it made sense. We looked at each other as I switched off the lights. “Come here.” I whispered. She dropped the book, and walked gently into the kitchen. I carried her and placed her on the kitchen counter. She chuckled, holding my shoulders for support. I kissed her before pushing the plate of pancakes to her. “So, the demon wolves have factions.” Scarlett said, as if regurgitating the information she had just consumed. “Apparently.” I followed, taking a bite of the snack. “The Slayer faction, and the Arch faction. The Slayer faction deals with all the brutal work, while the Arch faction are the architects of doom ,

I wished with all my heart that Lucious hadn’t taken that smile away years ago. I looked back at the hidden bridge that connected the werewolf world to the human world. A wave of homesickness hit me. I didn’t know when I would return, but I prayed I would find my mother soon. Taking a deep breath, I turned and walked deeper into the forest. After a while, the trees began to thin, and a huge, luxurious mansion came into view. It stood right beside the border, like a fortress built between the human world and the werewolf realm.

Lucas spoke up, the hard look in his eye sending his cousin off silently. It took everything Chloe had to suck air into her lungs and not sink to the ground when Lucas took just a few dominating strides towards her. Being werewolf blessed Chloe with supernatural senses and yet the shadows of night and light of the moon only sharpened Lucas’ features even more. There was something wild and yet put together in everything about Lucas. A true apex predator who had fixed his sights on his latest prey.

A resounding crack reverberated through the chamber. We froze. Torches flickered madly and shadows danced along the walls. Then— The murmurs became shouts. The First Attack The darkness moved. Not like wind. Not like something natural. Like something crawling. Something hungry. Elias cursed and drew his dagger. “Here we go.” The shadows lunged. They weren’t human. They weren’t alive. But they were fast. The first came from above, falling through the crumbling roof. I twisted just in time, slicing my blade upward, cleaving through —

"You transform into a lycan-vamp" "A what?" Pradai asked fearfully, whatever it was she knew it wasn't good. "Yes. A very strong and high spirit. Possessing both the attributes and strength of the full moon beast and the fierce night guardian, deadly blood-sucking being. It drains the life force of it's victim and gets stronger with each drain. It's one enemy is the sun, but the sun doesn't have any effect on you" "No no no I'm not that! Please stop saying that!" Pradai protested.

I snatched a doily off of the side table and tried to wrap my arm but it soaked with blood instantly. Hashem was slowly getting to his feet and I turned to face him. “You are a traitor and you will die a coward’s death,” I said, in a whisper but loud enough for him to hear. I reached for my shard as he lunged toward me with a piece of glass. I was just barely able to move and he tried again to swipe at me, this time he connected and got my side. FUCK! I was going to pass out soon, it was too much. Blood, there was blood everywhere. The yelling, the voices and the footsteps were everywhere now, close and I heard the voices yelling in English.

“I told you, didn’t I? I will put an end to that problem of yours. I’m not toying you, Katherine. Let’s say, I want to play a game with you.” “What’s the difference, huh? You want to play with me, it’s all the same!” “Toying you is different from playing with you. Toying you means I’m just the one who’s receiving all the benefits, meanwhile, if I say playing with you, you can cooperate and have your fair share of benefits in our game.” “Well then, Mr. Supernatural, I don’t want to play a game with you.” “It’s Helion. My name is Helion.” “I don’t care about your name at all.”

As such, it would bring about an opportunity for not only journalists but also to those who were well-seated in their thrones. However, on the other side of the coin, there was a thing or two that, though seemingly impossible and in itself fictitious, had made it to publication. As though it wasn’t weird enough, this paper had sold more than the other published facts. This, somehow, blurred the line of whether the public believed every inch of it or they just wanted some pure entertainment and a hint of fantasy had a nice ring to satisfy these needs. Either way wouldn’t change the truth that the celebrated vampire reigning literature, the kind of which involved romanticizing and undermining

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