The Unspeakable Book Novels & Stories

for Christopher had been exposed. Her so-called "diary of unrequited love" had backfired spectacularly. The entire Internet turned on her. "She knew he was engaged and still went after him? This is infuriating!" "I didn't know it was possible to romanticize being a homewrecker this much." "Confessing to an engaged man and trying to 'gift' him with your first time? What is wrong with this woman?" "If I were the bride, I would've beaten her up too."

I froze outside the door, silently lowering the hand I had raised to knock. After that, I quietly went to the hospital and ended the life of the unborn child. He came up with all sorts of excuses to refuse me, yet he was willing to have a child with another she-wolf. The thought alone sent a deep sense of disappointment creeping into my heart. That night, Nora sent me a photo. It was a screenshot of a chat. She and Ethan were excitedly discussing which brand of baby formula to buy. A few minutes later, she deleted the screenshot and apologized to me, saying, "Oops, sorry, Lucy! I sent that by mistake. You probably didn't see it, right?"

He showed her no compassion and that's when the young woman felt that her cause was truly lost. For a moment, the young woman could hardly breathe. No! Not now... she said to herself. Not now... She began to make the hundred steps under the vigilant eye of the man. She was choking... She had more and more difficulty to breathe and in a last look of pity towards the man, she felt herself losing her balance... She closed her eyes and fainted. Before closing her eyes, she had time to see the face of the stranger who had caught her in time... Black hole... ***

Stupid lips! Good thing Rex was now more focused on swinging the box open. A low anguished moan—loud enough that Emily could hear—tore from his throat as he tried to open it . “Fucking kit!” Rex mumbled, his deep, cold voice laced with frustration . It was the first time that Emily had ever heard ‘The Almighty Rex Hale’ curse. And if she were to admit– She found it… unusually hot . Which was absolutely wrong! Immediately, she snapped out of her fascination and moved closer to him . Fed up with his ego and pride .“That's it. I'm helping.”

They tackled him to the ground, pinning him as Nixon and Canon tore into his body—fur and skin flying in all directions. I watched in silent horror as the life drained from his eyes. His heart stopped beating. His spirit—so dark, so corrupted—began to rise from his body, shimmering with a strange, unnatural light. I looked at Angora, desperately searching her face for confirmation—hoping she saw what I saw. She nodded, her expression grim, confirming my suspicions. His spirit shimmered, then vanished into nothingness, leaving only the cold silence behind. Emory and Liam shifted back to their human forms, breathing heavily. We made our way back to the pack house, exhausted, silent. We showere

] The skeptical murmurs grew into a roar until I decided it was time to drop a real shocker. I pulled out a thick file with a serious look, "I never thought Yvette would try to smear my name like this online. Well, no more secrets. It's all coming out."

Nothing touched him. So I turned to the last page anyone sane would turn to. An old grimoire I bought from a private antiquarian auction. Black leather, edges crumbling, text in a mix of faded Latin and older runes no one could fully translate anymore. The listing called it “a curiosity.” The previous owner had died alone in a locked attic; the estate sold everything fast. Inside was a single clean ritual titled *Vocatio Ultionis*. The summoning of a collector. A demon who traded in vengeance and collected souls. Payment was not optional. Payment was flesh first, soul later.

The underground archives smelled of old parchment, dust, and faint ozone from Serena’s protective wards. Dim emergency bulbs cast a sickly yellow glow over rows of forbidden tomes, ancient relics, and sealed vaults that no regular student had ever seen. They had barely sealed the heavy iron door behind them when the pounding from above intensified. The infected quarterback and his horde were tearing the library apart floor by floor. Kael paced like a caged animal, still naked, his body a map of rapidly healing wounds. “I can hear them,” he muttered. “My pack. Or what’s left. They’re calling for me through the broken bond.”

I froze. I couldn't believe Craig said that. "Get out!" I screamed hysterically, startling everyone down the hall. That was all the strength I had left. As soon as I shouted, I felt a sharp discomfort in my body. I forced myself to lean against the wall to keep from collapsing. I had no patience left for the Sainsbury family. My only wish in life was to never see any of them again. Was that really too much to ask? Could God please send someone to make this bastard disappear?

James said slowly. "Are you supporting them?" Peter Okeke asked. "No I am not." "You must know that burning a human is setting them on fire and fire is not friendly when it comes in contact with a human skin." James took the book, flipped through the pages then he gave the book to Paul Okeke. "Read that story." Paul Okeke collected the book from James hands. The title was written in bold letters like the previous story he read. It was titled: A GRUESOME DEATH. He swallowed and started reading loudly.