Novel & Cerita Supernatural Mannequin 3: The Reckoning

During the altercation, he held her throat a bit too tight and it snapped. Well, all’s well that ends well. Her death meant nothing to me. It only irked me because I thought Sianna would misunderstand and accuse me of trying to cheat on her. On the other hand, the Kurtis guy bothered the hell out of me. After years of putting down the first Curtis mutt, here comes another one to haunt me. It was unfair to be paying for a dead man’s sin, but his name was like a flaming composition in my blood. Standing in the midst of my two best friends, I sighed. Sleep riddled me. I was tired. The meeting with the Supernatural Triad Council took all day and then we deplored the gatekeepers to hunt the necro

“But if they know you’re back, and they know you’re here, then this isn’t just about you.” Luna’s stomach twisted. “What do you mean?” Atlas turned to her, his voice lower now. “It means someone’s watching. Not just you. Us. Emery. And that means we’ve stepped into something much bigger than either of us realized.” A knock sounded at the door. Atlas stiffened and reached into the drawer of a nearby cabinet. Luna blinked as he pulled out a gun and tucked it behind his back before opening the door. A man in a dark suit stepped in, crisp and composed.

“No matter what, whether you accept this or not accept, you must not usually expose yourself. We are very rare and because of our abilities to see anything, we are like hot commodities. It is very normal to be abducted and forced into doing things that you don’t find pleasing. You must remember that the supernatural world is completely different from the human side though at times their hearts are all dark. On this side, they can kill without batting an eye and most of the time, no one would seek justice for you. Rather, if they know how special you are, they will fight to have you but if they can’t have you, they would rather destroy you. So, before you share around what you are, think to y

Then, fast as a snake, cold metal snapped around my wrist. Black cuff. Red runes glowing. My power drained instantly. Like a light switching off. Gone. "What..." I grasped for it. Nothing there. "Enchanted," he said, clicking the second one on. "Suppresses everything supernatural. Can't have you throwing sparks on the trip." I felt bare. Human. "Please," I tried. "Let Jessica and Connor go. You have me." "Leverage is leverage." He signaled. "Take all three." "NO!" I went for him.

The strange woman kept the witch detective in suspense as she quickly cast a second spell on the manananggal. Haec reverti civilian creatura and suum statum, In an instant, the winged creature reverted back in its human form unconscious with its lower half restored. Whoa, Taylor said. I'm sure you both have questions, Morgan said. Perhaps speaking to your superior will help explain my presence. Morgan waved her hand, conjuring a portal to the sanctum. " After you, "

He set the black briefcase he was holding down, getting down on one knee to take out a howitzer before assembling it. Wilbur stared at the man. "Did Greensorce Corp send you?" The man in the suit was eerily calm. "Why bother asking if you already knew? I know you're a member of the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense in Dasha, but some things here are out of your department's hands. You've crossed a line here. Prepare to pay for your actions, Wilbur Penn." The man seemed to assemble the howitzer at the speed of light. Wilbur scrambled to cast his spell, roaring, "Earth-type defense skills: Earth Wall!"

My ankle aches, and my head is pounding, but I’m not giving up without a fight. Marael’s face darkens as she takes a step back and calls out in an imperceptible language, and one of the Aswangs appears, holding something over its brawny shoulder. It’s Sahara’s body. From my vantage point, I can’t tell if she’s dead or not, but it looks like she’s on her last leg. I watch in horror as the Aswang lowers Sahara’s body, holding it by the back of the neck and hands it to Marael. Without a word, Marael raises her knife and cuts Sahara’s throat. Nausea gathers in my throat when blood gushes like a current down her throat, staining her clothes and floor. Marael is completely blasé about cutting her

Her palms searched for his palm, blindly locking her grip on his, jolting him back to reality. His anger shot for the sky on remembering, the umpteenth time, the warnings his aunt blared at him about the devil In skirts. The devil had eyes like the wilderness in darkness and voices like hammers tearing his walls. The devil in human form, tightening her palm to his. “I see you're sorry for keeping the board waiting for your arrival. We have a big heart here, and we have accommodated your plea.” He continued, walking away from his gaze to the presentation slides, showing ANNUAL ESTATE MANAGEMENT SUMMIT on a four-by-four sized by-whiteboard.

They laughed in my face. I nodded and smiled. Even I could feel the crazy in it. I looked at Minni again, but lifted my voice to be heard by all of them. "Remember this moment. Sear it into your memories: this was the moment you could have had a different outcome. Could have changed your mind. Could have saved yourself and your family. Consider this your formal welcome to The Reckoning." A gentle smile on my face, his death written in my gaze, I laid my hand against his belly. Shot him full of my magic. His body ballooned under the sudden influx. His eyes rolled up into his head as a look of sheer ecstasy took over his face.

Before I could say anything, he rang it and I was pushed to the back of my mind once again. His eyes turned black as he stared at me, sending an eerie chill down my spine. He stepped closer. Taking my hand and putting something in it. "I want you to go back home and place this grenade under Manuel's car. It's a powerful weapon specially made to kill supernaturals. If you try to fight it, just know that your body count will increase to 10 tomorrow and I'll let you remember ripping those poor souls apart." … I returned to the mansion in a daze. This time, the bastard made me remember our meeting.