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"They will not teach you mercy. I won’t either. But I will teach you love—because love is the thing they fear most. The pen shook only once. Then steadied. She wrote about silence, the language of killers. About the way empires rot from within long before they fall from without. She wrote about the weight of a name. Of survival. Of trust sold at gunpoint. Of brothers lost in smoke and sisters buried beneath blood. This wasn't a lullaby. This was war scripture. The second entry in The Book of Blood. And she meant every word. ~~~~~~~~~~ GHOST MOUTH — DAWN Lorenzo stood barefoot in the tide, shirt open, smoke curling from the end of a thin black cigarillo. Behind him, Roji and Inez oversaw the

it kept on yelling at Abednego. "The game is now, to bring him down, the time is ripe for Igodo forest, yes, for the entire evil forest to drink his blood," the things thundered as it crunched down on the head of Matendechere and chewed, laughed and cried as it devoured her flesh from slit area. Licking the blood that was dropping from the head. Abednego's mind, body, soul weren't prepared for this moment. The thing pulled bowels out from the lifeless body of Matendechere. Abednego's world… shattered and crumbled right before his very eyes.

the Light? I think most of us will agree and love both our light and dark sides, because we, as humans, have both of these elements - Light and Darkness. It is up to us which of them we will let overcome the other in our hearts. And no matter if you believe in God, another higher power or you are an atheist, you certainly feel the influence of these two opposing elements in your life many times, especially when you have to make an important decision such as, for example, whether to help someone in need? Should I stop or pass someone indifferently? Take care only for yourself and your own interests, or maybe for common good? It is a popular concept of right or wrong, where right is Light and

I’ll even help you deal with any of them. “And how would I know you won’t back stab me?” “The same way I know you won’t. It’s not your reputation. Look up Black Dogs. You know of them?” “Order of mercenaries.” “Bingo,” the man said. “Asked them about Vanargand.” “I see.” “You heard of the name?” “It’s another name for Fenrir, monster-wolf of Norse mythology.” “I thought using Fenrir could be copyright infringement, or just piss the guy off.” “That would be unwise.”

This chappie is in third person POV Excerpt from the last chapter Wunmi adjusted Adesewa on her arm. She blinked quickly to hold back the tears. "Tayo, I might be dumb but I'm not blind. I saw you and Anu clearly, I now really don't understand why I ever trusted you. Even now I don't think Natasha ever drugged you. You are a cheat and a big liar!" Lekan came downstairs, already changed. "Babe," he called. Wunmi turned and frowned but because of Tayo standing there, she placed a fake smile on her face.

If Pete accompanied him, the blackmail would be more legit. Pete mulled on his it till he finally arrived at a decision. "When is this going down?" "Tomorrow night." He answered. "Fine. One last night." Pete said, agreeing. "But I have to ask, do you really have the black book?" "One of them." He answered, gulping out of fear. The content of the black book was cynical. It contained the deeds of many elites in the city who had done one too many shady things. "Will you have it over this time? It is the only way we will return in one piece." Pete inquired.

♱ I M P O R T A N T • N O T I C E ♱ This chapter contains scenes that can trigger psychological abuse, torture, rape and other sensitive issues. If you’ve been in abusive relationships or have been stalked by someone, we don’t recommend reading this chapter. ♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Miguel ⋅• ♱ "What did I tell you to do, Azrael?" I asked as I pierced an eyeball with the tip of my nail "hmm?"

the black figure asks as she turns around to face us. Her all-white eyes instantly lock onto me, and I am startled to see the exact opposite of Selene standing in from of us. Where her sister's skin is blindingly white, Anniki's is black. Where her sister's eyes and hair are bottomless black, her's are otherworldly white. "I always light your night sky, sister. But that is neither here nor there. We have an urgent problem on Earth that we must take care of. Our old disagreements can wait," Selene says in a stern voice that causes me to straighten my spine.

The serial killer was my body, and I wanted to make myself believe I was innocent. My feet walked towards the porch and continued to the house's door. I didn't know what kind of people were living there because I noticed that everything around was painted black. My hand knocked on the door many times, but there was nobody there to open it. There was no one inside, or if there was, they were probably in a deep slumber because the moon was close to the center of the sky.

Why would Maggie’s ancestors want to conjure and evil spirit or raise the dead? Fascinated by the pull of the words on the page, she softly whispered the Bring Forth the Dead Incantation. A cold chill swept over her and her temples throbbed. She carefully placed the ribbon down the interior binding of the pages and closed the book shut. The crystal didn’t look quite so out of place as it lay against the bottom of the pages. In fact, there was so much room between the size of the cover and the size of the pages that crystal tucked right up into the gap when she set the book on end. It was a perfect fit.