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The Journey to the Forgotten When the sun disappeared beneath the horizon, we had already passed into the road leading towards the outer edge of the supernatural world—the world where exiles built their homes-------- tucked away in the shadows of lost cities living and breathing in spaces the mightiest of the creatures dared not trespass. The drive was quiet. Tense. Jameson sat in the front passenger seat, drumming his fingers against his knee as though the silence were physically painful to him. Soraya sat toward the back, flicking through her spellbook, the pages glimmering slightly in the low light of the car. Maxwell was driving, knuckles white as he gripped the wheel, face closed off. I

"The population of Supernaturals in Texas has drastically reduced. Not only are some packs left without an Alpha, witches are also ending up dead every night. And they always have a sword piercing their skull and the letter 'X' tattooed in their eyeballs whenever they are found." M could've said more but he was called by someone so he had to end the call. Rebecca only shrugged the call aside, making a mental note to call back later and headed straight to Raven's compound. Raven had sworn to her she wouldn't make trouble. Now that she had violated the rule, it was only okay to remind her of it. … Meanwhile, in Texas As soon as M got off the phone, a man handed some stack of photos to him. "It

Alexandra was frowning at the screen, eyes narrowed. “What is it?” William asked. “Someone posted a new entry,” Alexandra said slowly. “‘Malcolm Smith was really a Satanist. He dismembered his victims with an axe before slitting his wrists. His soul is trapped in the house for eternity.’” He turned to us. “Where the hell is this headed?” I slammed the book shut. “If this turns into some Scooby-Doo level nonsense, I swear I’ll burn that place down myself. How the hell are we supposed to take down a spirit that doesn’t even follow its own rules?”

I hadn’t responded. And perhaps that silence spoke volumes. ~ Back to Present Day I shake off the memory, fingers gripping my phone a little too tightly. James Burrows is the last person I need in my life right now. But according to Chelsea Leasing, I’m temporarily stuck in his. I exhale sharply and open the second email attachment, scanning the details of his apartment. Then I grab my bag, my laptop, and my will to not lose my cool. If I have to navigate a month in my ex’s apartment, I need to brace myself for whatever potential chaos awaits me.

He swallowed the questions before they could form, recognizing the futility of asking. "The first pack function is tomorrow night," Dominic said, changing the subject with abruptness. "A charity gala at the Fairmont. Supernatural elite and their human political allies. Everyone who matters will be there, which means everyone will be watching to see what I'm doing with the exorcist I publicly rejected five years ago." Gabriel's stomach twisted with anxiety. The idea of being paraded in front of Dominic's world, of being put on display as the rejected mate who had crawled back for favors, made him want to refuse outright.

He stood grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Hey Harper are you okay man?" I ask, scared. "I'm sorry but Harper Stevens can't come to the phone right now." "If this is a joke man stop it" "Hello Mason Woods, it's such an honor to finally meet you. I'm Mazikeen." ********** Ah damn it! This doesn't look like it's gonna end well. That's all for today on Confessions Of An Exorcist. Hope to see you next week. Author's Note: What do you guys think will happen next? Can anyone predict? I wonder what Mazikeen wants to talk about Let's find out on the nest chapter

We have spoken before of "unexpected" and "unexplained" love stories. And we have more this time at the Supernatural Spa. This time, I will be asking my friend, Mab the Hierophant of the Paranormal All-Stars. She'll be sharing two cases that involved her personal friends back in the University that she loves so dear... ++++++++++ Partner No.1: The Only One

Kathleen looks around, taking her time in answering, her voice low, “Not entirely. We might be able to hide out here. We’ll blend right in.” It seems like a normal village with a marketplace, people trying to get out of the rain, a sheriff standing under the shade of a building talking to someone. But the deeper we venture, the more I realize Kathleen’s meaning. These people are all supernatural. There’s something about how a supernatural being smells, an exotic edge to their scent, one that separates them from the normal human scent. “You think we should bunker down here while the rain ends?” I lean towards Quill. “At this point, we don’t have much of a choice, do we?” He looks exhausted.

This is not you; you don’t get flustered. I opened the door and sat beside a vacant space beside Eve. “Where’s Royce?” she asked. I was about to answer when the door flew open and in walked Royce with a gray under armor tank top. “Here.” He proceeded to sit next to me. Master Zorylle cleared his throat. “There has been news of supernatural activity in an abandoned church for the past few years. Though no one has had the courage to go inside the church, witnesses have reported supernatural sightings.”

Maren looked down at Mael, gently adjusting the wool blanket around his sleeping face. "But I knew I had more inside me," she whispered. "I could feel it. A warmth in my hands. A connection to the earth. I knew I was different. So, one night, when the pack was drunk on a full moon, I ran. Just like you are doing right now. I escaped into the Northern Wastes." She looked back up at me, her grey eyes piercing.