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"The problem, Sophie, is that you have the chance of changing what will happen in the future if you tell us what you know. Like I said, I can tell a dozen stories. You need to give me a reason why I should run your story over any other, or why I should even run it at all. There are millions of humans every day who pretend to be vampires, demons, and other supernatural beings. They dress up, wear fangs, and some even drink blood. All over the internet, people claim they’ve seen vampires, know demons, or are werewolves. Why is that?"

“My senior has never fought anyone for years! He hates people of Country H the most! Why would he even know you in the first place? “At least find a better reason to show off, you bastard! “Are you trying to scare me with that? Dream on!” Seb flipped his hand, revealing a scarecrow. He chanted something in front of Harvey, before pulling the scarecrow’s head off. An ominous power materialized, wanting to snap Harvey’s neck. But the moment it felt Harvey’s aura, it instantly vanished. The murderous intent Harvey gathered during his time of war was no less than terrifying. Supernatural powers naturally had no effect against him.

Some of the pictures were of those very platoons setting fire to the towns around the mountains. Hannah was so absorbed in what she was doing that she didn’t stir when the two entered her room. Michael picked up her drawings to get a closer look. Emma peered over his shoulder and grabbed a fistful of his shirt. He touched her hand and sent waves of comfort to ease her mind. The drawings he held were frighteningly explicit and detailed, with people drawn as though they were on fire, running from houses and buildings that were already ablaze. In another set of pictures, she saw the Brethren warriors, dressed in black leather pants and wings unfurled, fighting against creatures that were half h

“Well, this ought to make Cindy implode. I wonder how long before you have more followers than she does?” A bright spot, at least, just enough to stop the implosion going on inside me. Christian pulled out his phone. “It’s everywhere. Blogs. Supernatural news sites.” “They think you’re a ‘mystery omega from a forgotten bloodline,’” Talia read, snorting. “Wow. Okay. Drama. Not to mention wrong.”

“We can do that. Nigel will get the books down that you will need to look over. While I make us all some tea. I feel that none of us is going to sleep much tonight.” “I agree with you, Mom. I know I won’t be able to sleep much, if at all. Nigel, on the other hand, will be the first one to sleep out of us, like always.” I said with a laugh Nigel just made a face at me and went to get the books. She came down with four books in her hand. One was for beginners, and they went up from there. So I picked up the one for beginners. To see what it was about, I grabbed a tablet and a pen so I could take some notes. Mom picked up the photo album and started looking through it. Nigel just sat there play

Utterly modern and equally disgusting that these wolves live in luxury and are above all the things involving the law. Most humans are too scared to even argue with a supernatural being, at least the humans that know they exist. Supernaturals make it a big deal to keep themselves hidden, blending in with society easily. Closing my door behind me I sit on the bed running my hands through my hair. After binding the Reaper, for the first time since my parent’s death I felt something in my chest that I wasn’t familiar with. It was so soft and brief that I thought I missed it but it happened again, once I forced the Reaper to bid to my will. Shaking my head, it must be some sort of spell the Reap

For a moment, he just stood there with furrowed brows, his orbs fixed on the cover. “Zombies are Real?” he read, tapping his fingers on the book. Taking a deep breath, he averted his gaze to the books seated next to them. Using his free hand, he grabbed one. “Supernatural Being.” With his lips curled, he scanned them from back-to-front cover. Immediately after, his mind drifted without prior warning. Something about the titles probed his guts. He just didn’t know what. Should he believe these zombies and supernatural beings were true? If not, how could he explain what he’d seen the night before?

Instead, I was more concerned about the ugly blotch of paint clinging to the breast area of my short blush pink dress. It wasn't about having paint on my dress or hands. It was about the triggers it unleashed. It was about the memory lane it took me down. A few days ago, my world was just bleak, almost non-existent until I was forced to confront the fact that humans weren't the only ones walking the face of the earth. There were things among us. Demons, monsters—Vampires. Supernatural creatures had perfected the art of passing off as humans. Things that should have been products of fiction and myths were as real as they could get.

"I don’t know. It wαs so weird. But mom... she kept sαying something αbout me being in heαt? I’m still trying to figure out whαt thαt meαns." Killiαn sαt up α bit‚ resting his bαck αgαinst the heαdboαrd. I followed his leαd αnd sαt with him. He looked αt me seriously. "Liαnα‚ in this life... it’s not just humαns thαt exist. There αre supernαturαl beings. Creαtures people only whisper αbout."

Lucas teased, grinning at Raphael. "This is Scuttlebutt, my loyal familiar," I said, beaming with pride as I scratched behind Scuttle's ears. "And that's Jinks, Lucas's faithful familiar." Raphael's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Familiars, you say? I'm not familiar with the concept." I chuckled at the pun, launching into an explanation. "Familiars are supernatural beings with the ability to shapeshift. They're powerful, and magical, and serve as our protectors and guides. They amplify our abilities and assist us in mastering our craft." Raphael's eyes widened, intrigued. "Fascinating! I think I might need a familiar of my own. Where do I sign up?"