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" Understood eight twelve, reinforcement is already on the way." A child's birthday, oh god. Proles, these genetically engineered animals were monsters and Maddox had already seen with his own eyes what these beasts could do. He didn't want to imagine what she would be waiting for at her destination. But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control.

“Well, lady, as long as I appreciate being the first of my kind, I don’t have much time left. Please can you help me?” She smiled looking at Ichabod’s hand. “Your ring is getting weaker so are you. Yes I can help you but don’t mind my father, he alone has the sight to read people, he can see supernatural things, my gifts are just pure science. What I have read about duality suggested that, one rules the day while another rules the night. Yet when one, that is the human side fails to get emotional balance, the other can take over. The emotional level must always be at a balance, if it goes slightly above probably due to emotions or anger, the other one will always take over.” “Well then I nee

His first novel Brotherhood of the Dragon contained another Amun adventure, while 2020 sees the release of his WW1 trench murder mystery, Golgotha. Draven Draven is an author who writes paranormal/supernatural which includes vampires and werewolves, and ghosts. Her works include The Immortals Saga vampire series and the Bane Werewolf Colony series. She’s working on a revenge crime series of short stories and a science fiction series. She’s a graduate of Full Sail University with a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree in Creative Writing for Entertainment. She has experience with script-writing, comic writing, and game writing. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading books, specifically paranormal

He handed me his card. Wendell, G.H.I. Cryptozoologist and Parapsychologist Below was a phone number. “Descendants of the Moon,” he said again. I looked up and saw him with my book in his hand. “This is the first in a series of three books, actually. Its guardian resides in Name.” I was shocked, “What did you say? The guardian of the book?” "Yes. The guardian of the book. She is very old. They say he moved there years ago. Her name is Eleanor Epifana Winchester,” he said.

the girl asked. "I am," I said, standing straighter. She exhaled. "Good. My name is Elara. This is my younger brother Kato. We came because... I think we’re connected." Sybil stepped forward. "What are you?" Elara looked her in the eye, completely unafraid. "I’m part elf. Part witch. Part phoenix." Phoenix? My wolf stirred. "The fire you felt in your dreams," Snowy whispered. That was her light calling out.

Even before I read it, I felt the hatred buried in those words: “You wear the bones of the extinct like armor. But some of us remember what burned first.” My stomach dropped. Whoever left that, they weren’t just hunting wolves. They were hunting dragons, too. Maybe always had been. The council, made of two vampires, two witches, two wolves, and a supposedly neutral wizard moderator, murmured in hushed tones. Then one of them, a vampire elder with red-gold eyes and a voice like brittle paper, leaned forward. “We see no proof that this… Draven Kael… is more than a ghost story resurrected for fearmongering. Miss Carver’s lineage is delicate enough. Creating false enemies to justify dragon reint

She softly touched his shoulder and he looked at her with tired eyes, eyes that were screaming millions of emotions, all his successes, his failures, everything. “Son, who stole it?” Carol was not certain but she needed to find it. Maybe it could help with missing Empress. It was her assumption, though. “Scarlet’s professor,” Emerald replied. Scarlet was going insane on the other side. She called Emerald for help and here he was hopelessly engaged in a conversation with Carol. The hell. “Professor! Why would a human steal something like that? It’s a supernatural book. It contains supernatural events, mostly about you and Scarlet.” Carol whispered the last sentence to herself. Emerald didn’t

Helena’s P.O.V. “I love you, Helena!” This was the last sentence that Carver said before dying, more precisely, before dying at my hands. Love, hate, jealousy, anger, animosity, all emotions intertwined to seize the working of my brain, I lost the ability to believe in anything for a length of time. Carver begged for a chance, his Lycan approached me to share his misfortunes. But still, all I could see was a rule-breaker, a person who blindly trusted dark magic.

She was going to wipe out the entire Supernatural race. She stood straight and drew energy from everything she could touch. Maybe because she was close to death she could feel everything strongly. So sensitive against her skin and her insides. She pulled everything inside and she kept taking more inside. She wasn’t sure why anyone hadn’t attacked yet. The creatures weren’t that smart. Maybe they were. She absorbed and did that till she felt a stream of blood go up her throat. That was when she let go. She didn’t know what happened, but she knew she was around. The little balance between consciousness and unconsciousness. She couldn’t really see or talk, but she was awake. When she did open h

I walked along the rows of shelves, my fingers trailing lightly over the spines of the books as I searched for something new to read. After a few minutes of browsing, a book caught my eye…”The Encyclopedia of Supernatural Beings”. It was an old, thick tome with a worn cover, but it looked intriguing. I pulled the book from the Ilf and settled into one of the comfortable armchairs by the window. I flipped through the pages, my curiosity piqued as I read about all sorts of supernatural creatures…some I had heard of, and others I thought were nothing more than myths. There were detailed descriptions of vampires, witches, werewolves, fae, and other beings, but what truly caught my attention were