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he rasped. A second figure stepped forward, her eyes glowing red. “Then it begins.” “She will come for the others,” the first one said. “And when she does, we’ll be ready.” He grinned, revealing rows of sharp teeth. “The Queen of Supernatural has risen. And soon... she’ll kneel.”

"You were legally dead. Your assets were liquidated. The natural order of things." "The natural order of things is about to change." Jack stepped forward, and the screens on the wall flickered. "I'm alive. I'm here. And you're sitting in my seat." "Bold words for a man who's technically trespassing." Harkin snapped his fingers, and from the shadows emerged figures that Jack recognized immediately—enhanced humans, probably ex-military, definitely supernatural. Their eyes had the characteristic glow of those who'd traded humanity for power. "Supernatural mercenaries," Katherine observed. "Expensive."

Not even a piece of him remained. “What?” Everyone was stunned. The man had crossed into the Supernatural rank and released the Third Inner Gate. However, he lost his life in an instant. “How powerful…” James took a deep breath. After the man was annihilated, the others did not dare act recklessly.

One had the soft round shoulders of a man who belonged to screens; the other had a sharper posture, a neat beard, a voice with a thick Middle Eastern cadence. “These latest results are good enough,” the bearded one said, low, the kind of certainty born of long nights and bad bargains. “It took six months to crack Supernatural,” the other replied. “The politician better be pleased.” They turned the corner, oblivious to the shadows that watched them leave. Jack’s hand flicked forward. Ghost Team flowed, soundless. At the RESEARCH door, Jack split the unit with a glance. Michelle’s element peeled off, shadows slipping to secure the next block. Jack took his core—a knife of four—and slid inside.

"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

Heath approved. “Do you understand?” She asked the three men. It felt good to use her power. She felt in control, masterful of it. “If I heal Noah, and the three of you leave, and cause no further trouble to supernaturals, you are free men. If, however, you rejoin the ranks of the Van Helsings, or any movement against supernaturals, you will unknowingly become spies for the supernaturals. You will sabotage any efforts to hurt supernaturals or move against them, and you will leak information to the supernaturals, and all the while, you will not even know that you’re doing it, because you will not remember this part of the conversation at all.” “We understand,” Noah said softly.

Supernatural authorities are already here. Three black SUVs pull up at the tree line. Doors open and vampires step out. Six of them, all wearing dark suits and official badges. The Supernatural Enforcement Division. They handle crimes that the Veil keeps hidden from human authorities. The lead vampire is tall and ancient-looking, with pale skin and cold eyes that have seen centuries of death. He walks toward me with the kind of confidence that comes from being an apex predator. "Callum Brennan?" His voice is smooth and emotionless.

“ He won't find you here, trust me” ‘“ how do you know that? “ “ I know we've lost our powers and all , but this is still a supernatural land, bound by an ancestral force from the past, anyone with bad intentions can't get past our bond” “ Well that's comforting, “ I smiled. She smiled back and went back to whatever she was doing. I waved at Indila and Khan and went back to the room given to me by Uriel. She sat humming a tune and braiding her hair. I took a seat beside her.

Jameson puts his hand in front of Shantal, looking around. "Union mech." He says, now pulling out his phone, texting Trevor and Steve, who stayed behind to prepare for their mission. As The Revenant puts his phone away, a man with a leather jacket, tattered blue jeans, aviator sunglasses, slicked back haircut, and a cigarette in his mouth walks out of the hospital, heading toward the mech. He seems to be a little sad, but then smirks maliciously. He presses something on a wristband, making the mech's chest open. He climbs in with ease, and then moves the mech toward the forest nearby. Shantal hears the sky crackle loudly, almost thunderous, and looks up to see four blue dots, all in a line,