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Dylan nodded beside me. “Then what should we do? They are hard to notice and they don’t have any scents. It is impossible to differentiate them from others; hell even humans have their unique signature. Skinwalkers are like ghosts. It amazes me that you could recognize his scent, which is nothing.” I cocked a brow. “I’m not your king for nothing Dylan, but to me, he smells like old worn leather.” He gave me a little bow of his head and we kept walking.

The full moon was already set in the sky and many werewolves were gathering around in the big flat stone on the top of the tallest and biggest mountain of the South pack where the Great Spirit Wolf place was located. In the big flat stone, Andrea was lying there and her arms and feet were chained. "Andrea! Wake up!" Diane called her many times, but she is still unconscious. "Andrea, please," Diane pleaded. Andrea was still unconscious. Diane didn't stop calling her name until she opened her eyes slowly. "Thank goodness, Andrea. You're already awake," Diane said in relief, but not totally calm. Andrea's vision was blurry at first, after her vision adjusted, she was puzzled why many werewolves

“He’s getting’ too tired. The man’s got to be a hundred if he’s a day. It’s a wonder he’s done as much as he has.” Mike walked up to peer out of the window over Pete and Roy’s shoulders. They were all about the same height, but he managed to get a good enough look to point out to the others the shapes of the Indian spirits that were descending from the sky. “Looks like the old man’s ancestors are finally comin’ to help.” Melody closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Praise the lord.” Jackson and Jacob had just finished helping Adam apply salve to Ian’s many bite wounds when they heard the news. They both looked at Adam, questioningly.

As we stepped out of the building, turned out the night had already hit the ground, at the time Levi gently rested his sister’s body into the car, I took my seat next to her and help her with her head. “Please press her chest” Levi demanded. Her head was laid on my thighs so it was easy for me to press her chest; I do what Levi told me and not long after that, the car pulled away and two guard cars escorted us from behind, on that night, Mr. Vampire was the one who drove our car. All of Lane’s blood soaked my dress and skin, it was as much as the water in the ocean and it was scary as fuck remembering I have never been friends with blood before; I started to feel dizzy when I feel the textur

"Welcome to 81.9 GistFM, I'm Aaaa-manda, and we're ready to delve into something spooky today. Though Halloween isn't here yet, we'll be discussing the supernatural, including Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, and even Witches. If young ones are tuned in, you might want to switch off the radio. But first, let's get down to business - do you believe in these supernatural entities? Miranda halted. "Do you believe that creatures such as vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and witches exist and walk among us? Growing up, my late grandmother would share stories about how Ashgrove was once a den of supernatural activity. If you've lived in this town for a while, you've likely heard similar tales. But do you

He was forced to hike up the mountain and eat dog food, while shouting apologies with no dignity left. As for Jenny's so-called friends who had bullied me, she had killed their pet dogs and forced them to eat their meat. In the video, the women were crying and vomiting, their eyes filled with fear when they looked at her. "Are you satisfied?" she asked. "If this still isn't enough, you can punish them yourself—" I pushed her away and stepped back. "Please keep your distance, miss." Jenny was stunned. "I know I was wrong, Caleb. Will you come home with me?"

Skinwalkers were creatures straight out of my mother’s bedtime stories—monsters capable of stealing and mimicking the physical form of anyone they came in contact with. She had always spoken of them as frightening little stories meant to keep me from wandering into the woods alone. As far as I knew, they were nothing more than myths. “I did not realize you believed in myths,” I joked, taking a quick sip from my glass of milk. My lighthearted laugh died in my throat as every single person at the table turned to stare at me with an unreadable expression. “What?” I asked, the glass hovering near my lips. “Who told you skinwalkers were myths, Miss Lorraine?” Jules asked softly. “My mother...” My

I am the last heir of the Eclipse royal line, and the only person in a hundred years who can carry Nyx, the first dark wolf. If I reached adulthood safely, I would become the Eclipse Queen, and every wolf alive would bow to me. But when I was six, rogues broke into the nursery. To save a baby lying in a pool of blood, I shifted into a black wolf in front of everyone, and showed a power that could swallow an Alpha command whole. The Elders were afraid I would lose control, and they wanted me put to death. Agatha Voss, the priestess, had no choice but to seal away my wolf and my memories. She gave me to the Ashbourne family to raise and warned them again and again, "Treat this child well, and

“Someday I hope to have a mate, a few pups, and have my own clinic. Maybe on pack territory or on a reservation since Native Americans are one of the few ethnicities that knows about werewolves and other shifters, and protects our secret. As Gannon told you the night you stopped at the house, we had to flee our pack lands in Alaska, but Gannon has been working on reuniting our pack again ever since we fled. Of course he would never do that here without permission from Alpha Trayvon.” “Of course not.” Travis winked as he replied. Travis had never heard Susan talk this much before. Susan giggles nervously, trying to figure out how to tell Travis about the premonition and losing the ability if

And then, she saw them. Figures. Not humans, and not wolves. They moved with a jagged, insect-like grace along the vertical faces of the canyons. They were draped in rags the color of dried blood, and their eyes—wide and pale—did not reflect the light. They were the Glass-Walkers, the descendants of the scouts who had been abandoned in the canyons during the Great Drought. "They're not attacking," Mara whispered, peering through a brass telescope. "They're... following us. Like a funeral procession."