The Lurker Above Novels & Stories

0421°N, 112325°W -410 Meyers. Los Angeles, underground. Something about the location felt very wrong. I could feel it right inside me that it wasn't just a place. I knew at that moment that it was a seal leading to something. A buried truth, a locked door that had stayed hidden for too long. Then, the screen flickered again, and a new message appeared all of a sudden. It wasn't typed, it just delivered. ZERO IS A LIVE SYSTEM. At this point, my breathe hitched. I forgot how to breath, forgot what I was there to do in the first place.

warned Lucian, his words heightening the suspense surrounding the hidden threat. As the seekers navigated the cosmic trials, they encountered a mysterious figure known as Astrid, a guardian of ancient secrets. Quoted conversations among the seekers revealed a mix of curiosity and wariness, as they sought to unravel the enigma surrounding Astrid and her connection to the cosmic forces guiding their destiny.

I approach the covered painting board and try to look under it. " WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Shouts a male voice. His voice invades in me chills, warm chills and when I turn to look at the person who shouted of anger, I realize it is still him. Zack Torneur, with a tower attached around his waist, living his naked well-sculptured chest seen with his wings tattoo. When I analyze him more deeply, apart from his curly hair and his light brown eyes, he has a light stubble beard. On his forarm the word GO in very big capital letters had been tattooed, on his biceps a big moon tattoo and on his thorax a rose surrounded by thorns. All this tattoo? What for? It seems he has other tattoos, but right n

Partner b: lazy bat Partner c: proud panda Partner d: Lucifer. Make sure to stay on my good side. I particularly enjoy human flesh The host: Hahahahaaa. Well yeah. Lucifer is our grim reaper and none of his preys are all underground except one. The one who survived is the subject of our discussion today and probably our mission until she is eliminated. This is basically her information:

Chapter Twelve — I am a killer. Ivanna's POV "Thank you, Jenny," I said, feeling slightly emotional. "Can you help me up?" "Okay." She held my arms and I slowly sat up. She sat beside me and we chatted for a while. We were enjoying each other's presence but the fun was short-lived. Because soon, we got interrupted by a bunch of nuisances. "The dead one has finally risen," Mary walked in, alongside Lily. "How did it feel being amongst the dead, killer? Did you meet Luna Eleanor? Did she chop off that hand you used in poisoning her drink?"

I should have waited to call in the morning. “I see,” he said slowly. I didn’t think he really did. “Do you hunt any other creature, Miss Thompkins?” “Kacela, please.” I said, weary of the formalities. “You mean like vampires and witches? No. Just werewolves.” “I mean Lycans,” he said. I sat up slowly in my chair. “I thought the Lycan population died out thousands of years ago,” I said. “I didn’t think that there were any members of that species surviving.”

I will be integrated within the pack, we will invite the alphas that need inviting and we will make a show of me taking my place as Luna. I will play the part, ignoring the fact that my child will need me within the four hours the party takes place and the alpha run that follows after. Instead I will have to live with the fact that hopefully, if my body permits, my child will be able to survive off of pumped milk that I will try to get from tonight. Lora and Khai will hide down in the underground bunker here in the pack house. A bunker I never knew about. One that makes me anxious for Lora to be locked in, let alone Khai.

So it would not make sense if he were ranked lower than them. Lora had already gotten up. When she brought breakfast over, she saw that Lucas had woken up as well. Subsequently, her delicate face turned red once more. Seeing this, a playful look appeared on Lucas' handsome face. “Are you shy?” As soon as those words were heard, Lora became even more embarrassed as her face turned crimson. “By the way, other than the Mountain Range of the Fallen Rocks, are there any other places with zombies?” Lucas asked, looking at Lora.

“Let’s head on now.” She just remembered that she had to go to Librad early this morning while all hunters had gone out hunting in the forest. At this time, she would have more time reading books and searching for any clues connected to her village. But after all these previous months, she found none in almost all books in Librad. There was one place, however; a secret room where only the top-ranking hunters could enter. She heard about it before. The Ardrad … Larice had a strong feeling that the clues she’d been searching for were all stored in there.

But far below, in the hidden depths beneath fracture and frost, the Watcher adjusted its rhythm. And waited.