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He wanted to help but he can’t if he doesn’t know what went wrong. “We don’t know what they you are turning into” Lucas added “We have never seen this kind of a thing before Sophie, I don’t know what to say or do” Roman exhaled “Righttt, my case is always different. I am different and I always will be, what if I die” Sophie’s voice started to shake “You won’t, we won’t let you die Sophie. We would figure something out” Roman quickly tried to take away those thoughts from her “I’ve only been aware of the supernatural for like a few hours but I trust them to figure something out” Harley added

His cold eyes remained, yet his lips slowly curved into a devilish smirk. Let's see if you can still say those words at our next meeting, Vestian. "Whoever fights with monster should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster and if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you," Celestin stated a quote out of the blue. "Remember my favorite quote I used to tell you, father?" "What the heck are you talking about, you futile child?"

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.”

I say equally excitedly, and smile at my friend. “I can’t either. Maybe we’ll find some clues! We could be detectives, like in CSI, or maybe more like in that show I showed you, Limitless, since we’ve got our supernatural abilities, and Brian had NZT,” Alexander says, babbling on about a show we’ve been watching. It’s just like him to drag some pop-culture reference into our every day lives, but I love it. I’m not used to it, but I love it. “NZT is nothing like our wolf-stuff,” I comment, smirking a little at him for the stretchy resemblance he’s making up.

He straightened up after a moment. “What a relief.” He muttered. I gave him a curious look. He smiled knowingly. “Yesterday you were in a hell of pain. And today, you're all better. It tells me it's more supernatural than medical.” “Supernatural?” “I really can't explain since I'm not certain of anything. But I will have to keep an eye on you even after you're discharged. If something like this repeats itself. Then we will know it's supernatural. And then we will know the solution to it.”

“Yes El! Supernaturals are magical creatures, call it poetic or not, they are special, even vampires. They are creatures moved by magic!” “But I—I don’t have magic.” “Uh, yeah, there’s a fucking reason you don’t have magic!” “No, I mean, I’m fully human, I know neither of my parents were supernaturals, no ancestry either and I’m certainly not a witch!” “Then it’s less of a miracle and more of an act of god that you aren’t dead from taking that shit for—fuck, how long?” “…Ten years?...Charlie? Are—are you alright?” I asked worriedly as she just stood there for a few moments, wide eyed and looking like she’d been beamed to the moon.

“You’re one weird person, Izobel. We were talking about you and Ethan, and then you’re asking if I believe in supernatural stuff.” “I was only making you forget about what I said,” I curved a smile and focused on my computer screen, wanting it to stay that way, that supernatural didn’t exist. My kind doesn’t exist!

“How is that possible?” “The radio, and the NES officers…” Ronnie stared at Aislen as if searching for teeth. “They said that this is a war against supernaturals. We thought they were whacked in the brain. But my mother kept saying that it was true but that the supernaturals weren’t hurting anyone…” Her mum was a supernatural, Aislen thought immediately or knew one. “We have lived along side with humans this entire time,” Aislen told her gently. “Your mother is right.”

They called and enchanted me like the pied piper and his flute. "You have something really different about you," I blurted out. I immediately regretted what I had said and internally smacked my forehead. "Should I take that as a compliment?" He let out a chuckle and smirked. "Absolutely, I'm sorry if that sounded weird. There's just something different about your aura," what if he was a Supernatural being?

I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear him say it. He turned slowly, meeting my gaze, and for a moment, there was no humor left in his expression. His eyes were cold, unyielding. "They all die," he said, his tone flat, emotionless. "It doesn’t matter who or what they are—supernatural creatures don’t deserve to live."