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The bones laid scattered, haphazardly, across the floor, partially covered in damp soil, moss and dirt. Seeing this, panic gripped her heart, and she screamed out loudly in horror. Her heart raced as she struggled to stand, with her limbs becoming instantly weak and shaky. She stumbled towards the entrance of the cave, desperate to escape the gruesome scene that surrounded her. But as she reached the mouth of the cave, a cold chill ran through her spine when she saw what was in front of her. Standing at the entrance of the cave was a large gray wolf. Its blue eyes gleaming with malice. Veronica froze, as it let out a low growl, her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat as she real

Her back arched into him and his skin on her skin dissolved the thoughts from her head. “Be still!” He snarled. Was it her imagination or was his voice gruffer than it was before? He yanked up the sleeve of her dress and exposed her tattoo. “A spider.” He spat, reviled. Yes, she was. Every assassin in The Den was called a Spider and damn him, she was the best at what she did!

So she called the person she trusted the most in the world— There was a click as the call went through. “Hello?” “Madam Dahlia, it’s me, Spider.” Aria’s eyes were perfectly still in the darkness. “Good news. “—I’ve established contact with the assassination target.”

I felt my shoulder and frowned as the memory of that stinging sensation as it flooded my mind. "What do you remember?" The Alpha demanded to know. "I was running and then I met someone and someone or something stabbed my shoulder. " I gasped remembering it all so clearly now. The Alpha nodded a flicker of anger crossed his face as he turned to the window obviously not wanting to recall it. "A rogue. A strange one we think was a spy of some sort. " He said. "A spy but why?" He turned back to face me and shook his head. He sat on the edge of the bed taking my hands into his.

It was, in fact, a good foot and a half closer. It waited for darkness. He watched it watch him and then gave it what it wanted: darkness once more. The same thing happened. Crickets. Quiet. Scratch-scratch-scratch as it pulled its thick abdomen across the ceiling. “Sneaky bugger,” he said, flicking the light back on. The spider was a foot closer. Wes didn’t turn the light off again. He reached into his lap and picked up his book, pulled it so close to his face he could smell the old, yellowed pages.

He impatiently said, his knees drumming from the ground, his lips forming a thin line and his tea got cold long before he could drink it. Noir crossed his leg and bit his pointing finger a bit, which meant he was waiting for the right time to say what's on his mind. They fell silent as the old man nursed his already cold tea, Noir felt really refreshed whenever he was outside of the organization, the pavilion was still on its premises though but still, it's outside, and Noir like the smell of drenched yellow flowers from the sprinkler, sometimes he even watered those himself and a butterfly would fall on one of the flowers and tried to sipped its pollen. Just like any other insect –they do t

His frantic thoughts were suddenly distracted by a sharp glint that appeared behind from her. Rapidly cutting through the night, it hurdled towards them. Recognizing its distinct whistle as it travelled decisively through the air, Allen twisted his body to avoid it at the last moment. However, the spider-woman who had been too preoccupied with her prey, had not been as lucky. The blade severing one of her eight legs as it swooped past, she hissed viciously towards its unknown owner. The golden orbs of her eyes shimmering like a fearsome predator in the night, the creature became unnerved even before Chiri Krane had emerged from behind the screen of darkness around them.

, Ashton said. I ignored them and went to check for an interesting book that I could purchase. Jack and Ashton kept on talking and laughing but I didn’t pay them any attention. Jack was funny and I liked that about him. I found a book that seemed nice and pulse-racing, Blood Brothers by Nora Roberts.

She was told, her whole life, that she was broken. A wolf who couldn't shift. A healer's helper with no voice of her own. Aurelia Vane learned to stay quiet, take up little space, never hope for more. Then the Lycan King rejects her in front of his entire court. Draeven Thorne never makes mistakes. But when his wolf claims the quiet healer as his fated mate, he panics — and humiliates her in front of every pack, calling her protection. The rejection doesn't break the bond. Instead, a black mark blooms beneath her collarbone. Her wolf wakes up for the first time. And Council leader Malric Drake goes still — because he knows exactly who she is: the last of the Noctari, a bloodline he perso

"There's someone… Victor. Victor Hale. He handles wet work. Quiet jobs. Word is he's been flashing cash lately." That name was enough. Spider didn't waste time. By nightfall, he stood outside a cramped apartment building in a forgotten corner of the city. The building smelled of rust, sweat, and desperation. The lights flickered weakly in the corridor as he climbed the stairs, his steps silent despite the persistent ache in his body. Victor never heard him coming. The door yielded to Spider's lockpicks within seconds. Inside, Victor was eating dinner, his back to the entrance, completely unaware.