The Creeper Man Dawn Kurtagich Novels & Stories

While I was still on the ground struggling with my inner dilemma, The Creepy Thin Man walked over to a table and poured two drinks. “Maybe a drink will ease your mind?” He held out a glass to me and took a sip from the second. I slowly got to my feet and approached him drawing out my movements as much as possible. I took the glass and couldn’t help but notice I was trembling. The liquid was bitter and brown, but I down the whole thing like a shot. I was definitely going to need some liquid courage if I was going to make it through the rest of my night. “Another glass of that and you might even enjoy tonight. I am Sir Alekzander Duggar, but in our private company, I would like you to call me

He didn’t need help and he didn’t interfere with people’s troubles. Tyler confronted them face to face outside the library. Kyra, who had just arrived, was also there. They were looking at the man next to him in a black suit that looked like a bodyguard watching TV. The man looked at them and so did they. Dark turned to Tyler. “Do they see me?” Dark asked, confused. “Yeah, they see you,” said Tyler. Tyler looked at the hunters. “Guys, he’s Dark, he’s a reaper.”

Quick to spot the points that most people would miss. Kate, 37 years old. Dressed in an oversized black hoodie and navy blue ripped jeans. Her specialty lies in technology. A white-hat hacker with impressive hacking skills. Stefan, 39 years old. Dressed in a casual white t-shirt and a sky blue shirt on top and black jeans. Also, has a unique watch on his right wrist. He is Mr. Anderson's old disciple who has cracked many important and difficult cases with him. And last but not least Mr. Gray, the same age as Mr. Anderson, 44 years old. Dressed in a black suit. He always wears formal attire. His biggest rival and friend. He and Mr. Anderson were rivals since his first day here.

My mind took a moment to catch up with the sight before me as the man I thought was a wall I had run into, helped steady me back on my feet. A smirk playing on his lips as his eyes trailed over my body when I did the same to him causing a light chuckle to leave his perfectly lush pink lips. Licking mine without thinking I looked back into his eyes when it came crashing down on me who this God like man was. It was Alpha Diaz, Alpha Damien Allister Diaz of the Night Crawlers Pack, our rival pack. His pack was almost as large as my father's, yet this man had stories that could give you nightmares for your entire existence. He was said to be the most ruthless Alpha our side of the world has ever

She pointed a finger at me, her bottom lip quivering. It broke my fucking heart. “I gotta call out Claw,” I spoke soberly, holding her in my arms. “But first, there’s someone I need to contact.” Jaxton threw me a knowing smirk as I strolled to the opposite side of the room and dragged my phone from my pocket. I thumbed through the contacts and dialed the Crocodile Man. He answered after several rings, no doubt still in bed. “If ya calling me at this ungodly hour, just tell me who, when, and where?” the Reaper remarked in a sinister drawl.

The air in the cavern turned to ice. On the screen, the Reaper was no longer a drone. It was a crucible, a womb of shimmering energy and raw matter, forging a new body from the dust of the wasted earth. The shape was unmistakably Jeff’s—the broad shoulders, the familiar stance—but rendered in light and shadow, a terrible, beautiful golem. He wasn't sending a message. He was delivering himself. "He's crossing the distance," Croft breathed, his voice hollow with awe and horror. "He's not traveling. He's... re-manifesting."

I'm in. Weirdo: But I just wanna eat. Oppa: Jack, you better get your ass over to Jess's place before I drag it there. Weirdo: Fine, fine, Jeez, no need to get your pants in a knot grandpa. Oppa: Jack Vincent Tucker. What did you just call me?. Weirdo: Uh Oh, see you soon Jess, I'm out. Weirdo logged out. Val: Jack's yelling, we'll see you guys soon.

I follow the little guy’s gaze, and I see a big, filled with tattoos arm coming from under a car, and I realize that, for the first time since the guy called that name, I get to breathe. Tristan has no tattoos, he never said he wanted them, so I’m safe. That was a very close one! But I hope that this one breath will keep me alive for a little longer than a breath normally would, because when the guy slid from under the car on one of those things that resemble a skateboard, -I think it’s called a creeper seat-, I saw that unique light brown hair with dirty blond highlights, tied up in a man bun, just like he used to wear it.

“G-Grim Reaper?!” Lightning Tiger was surprised to see the man. Chills ran down his spine instantly. Jeremiah Reaper, the man who killed Gabriel Black, Cronus’ strongest fighter. Lightning Tiger was horrified. His legs turned weak and he almost fell on his knees. Jeremiah extended his broken sword to Lightning Tiger’s neck and lifted his chin. It was just the tip yet it managed to stop Lightning Tiger from kneeling. “Don’t kneel here. Go kneel at the hospital. You still have half an hour left.”

The old man announces, not asks, so I assume he knows who I am. “And you are?” I put down the pen and ruler to measure the distance on the map and gauge the old man who stands at the tent entrance waiting for permission to enter. “I am Chakor, a friend of Hunji’s.” He says with the dip of his head. “The Skinwalker,” I remember Hunji telling us about him. I also remember Tawny telling us he had come to visit her just before her cubs were born. Taking a closer look, I could see his yellow eyes and the telltale sign of crescent-shaped pupils, just like Petra's.