Supernatural Mannequin 3: The Reckoning Novels & Stories

Sullivan and Celeste's private conspiracy. Bank records showing payments from the Blackwood family to the corrupt doctor. Phone recordings of their conversations planning how to fake test results. Video footage of Celeste purchasing illegal drugs from black market dealers. Everything was documented with perfect clarity. While Marcus was racing around trying to piece the truth together, Ethan had already submitted this mountain of evidence to the Alpha Council. The Council was the highest authority for all werewolf packs in the region. They took crimes against pack members very seriously. Especially crimes that resulted in death.

The box was the size of a refrigerator, and there was a pink bow adorning it. Mom announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the gift I've prepared to welcome Morrigan back home. Let's all witness the moment she opens it herself." The massive gift drew everyone's attention. Feeling excited, Morrigan approached the box without thinking much. None of them noticed the crimson hue in Mom's eyes—it was a look I knew all too well. It was the same look she'd had when she executed the man who had murdered Dad and fed him to the dogs. Morrigan untied the bow eagerly and revealed my horrifying corpse. The guests screamed and backed away in terror. She stumbled backward and fell to the ground.

The second after he fiddled with the black stick, loud explosions occurred in succession and at the same time, the bodies of the Mammoths, snakes, as well as the artificial humans were scattered all over the place. Patriarch Yuan Kai gulped just as his forehead was hit by the severed head of his beloved artificial human body. In fact, the mammoth demon's body actually has immunity to various weapons or heirlooms. If his body could be cut into hundreds of pieces in one go, of course what needed to be questioned was Xuan Wu's strength. "You still want to be quiet after seeing all this?" A man who looked like a young man in his early twenties nudged the shoulder of his colleague who looked to b

She’s in a private sanatorium now, babbling to anyone who will listen that she’s the Luna of the Silvermane Pack, demanding they cover her claws in Dawn-Fang chips so everyone will envy her. Kael is in a Council holding cell, facing charges of intentional harm with a silver weapon and high-value theft. His mother stands outside the Committee headquarters every day. She holds a sign, screaming about a conspiracy, demanding the Council punish me for destroying her son and restore his ‘good name’. I didn’t hesitate. I released the memory-crystal recording from the jeweler’s den onto the public Pack network. She asked for proof. I, being a dutiful member of the community, saw it as my civic duty

I sigh “The night I went out to buy decorations I met Abaddon. He said bad thing will happen to the town” “Who’s Abaddon? Is what happening now a bad thing?” “Abaddon is a demon babe. Dead people coming back to life after a demon foretold a bad omen, it can’t be good” “B-but but—” “I know this is hard to accept babe. Let him go” People starts screaming and almost immediately after we heard the scream, a loud rumble shakes the house. We run out to check what’s going on and we couldn’t believe our eyes—the town is burning, people getting killed by the reanimates

I shout indignantly, my breathing becoming laboured as my body shakes with rage. “I just wanted to see if his arm would grow back,” he grins sadistically. I let him go, stepping back in stunned horror at the monster before me. Supernaturals may be monsters, but my brother is an entirely different monster. I look over at the man weeping in pain as blood continues to flow from his arm faster than he can make it. “Please,” the man begs. I grab the Beretta from the waistband of my jeans, point it at the man in the chair and fire the bullet directly between his eyes, putting him out of his misery.

After the Supernatural Beings Legalization Act, hiring vampires as bodyguards had become pretty standard for humans. The payment-successful notification chimed. Three hours later, my doorbell rang. I opened the door and froze. A man stood in the hallway, at least six-foot-three, dressed in a black straitjacket, its silver buckles glinting in the light. His head was bowed, dark brown hair obscuring half his face, but it couldn't hide his impossible beauty—pale skin, a high-bridged nose, thin, firm lips, and eyes that were currently fixed on the floor.

the other man : it's none of our business, we need money for that we should complete the work that was given to us, as we seen in many movies, she might be a heiress so that they wants to get rid of her for her property the man : we don't have anyother life other than killing people for money but why normal people are also cruel than us the other man : this is the real world, don't think much about these, concentrate on the work first the man : how we are going to kill her? the other man : boss don't want anyone to find her body also, so let's keep her in any of the Firework figurine, she gets burned along with the crackers the man : okay, let's do it the other man : I think that anaesthesia

Modular assembly: 91% complete. We're on schedule. Barely. But the ghost is gone. The neural link is severed. I didn't just fire the board. I performed an exorcism. The man who killed my father is now a vegetable in a cryo-pod. And I'm the one who pulled the plug.

She expected the old man to be at least shocked at the mentioning of a weapon but there he was simply smiling on his couch. "I will not help you." Their eyes shot up at the old man whose face had formed into a frown. "You don't understand. Nicodemus is up and running in who knows were terrorizing the Supernatural species. He's basically a monster and a threat that will annihilate us sooner or later!." Vincent tried as hard to cool his temper. The old man shot an intense look at Vincent. "You should not be new to Nicodemus's monstrous ways. You and I know what he's capable of."