Truth After Dark Chicago Novels & Stories

He said. “You were right.” Lucas said. “The bitch can walk in daylight. That’s why they’re going after the werewolf packs. To make more day walkers.” I said. “Day walkers that can shift into werewolves but have the thirst of a vampire.” Aria said. “Oh, we are so screwed.” I said. “Don’t worry. We’ll find her.” Lucas said. “We have to. We don’t have a choice. She’s the most dangerous thing out there.” I said.

With the fate of the city hanging in the balance, they knew that they could not afford to fail. With hearts pounding and adrenaline coursing through their veins, they braced themselves for the battle ahead. For they knew that only by standing together could they hope to emerge victorious against the forces of darkness that threatened to consume them all. In the heart of the city, amidst the towering skyscrapers and bustling streets, Antonio and Amari found themselves embroiled in a labyrinth of deceit and treachery. As they delved deeper into the underbelly of Chicago, they uncovered shocking truths that sent shockwaves through their ranks.

They praised me for having the courage to expose the truth. As I read through the comments, my heart slowly began to settle. I didn't feel so alone anymore. Just then, I came across a new post from Serena that was vague and suggestive. She wrote, "No matter what happens, it's still our shared memory." It was paired with a photo of a starry sky. Her friends flooded the comment section, full of speculation and coy jokes, their words steeped in insinuation. The next day, Lucas showed up at my parents' house.

"Get lost! Don't stand in our way of courting Ms. Jane!" Andre couldn't say a word in his defense. Overcome with rage, he fainted on the spot. Dad was enraged when he finally learned the truth from me. From then on, he began to target and attack the Twilight pack. The Twilight pack was hanging on a thread. After Dad retaliated against them, they finally faced their downfall. Losing their homes, they lived like nomads and became social outcasts. Callie had intended to marry Easton only because of the wealth of the Twilight pack. Even after learning that Andre had assumed Easton's identity, she did not care about the truth as long as she could live comfortably.

Chapter 12: A Crack In The Armor LUCIAN’S POV I leaned back in the leather chair of the private room at El Toro Negro, a seedy warehouse-turned-meeting-spot on the outskirts of Chicago, my eyes scanning the three non-English speaking, Hispanic men across the table.

*I’ll come back. Winters melted into the surrounding woods, a ghost pursuing another ghost. The van lurched onto the fire road, heading towards the highway, towards Chicago, towards Groundskeeper and the bleeding heart of Dominic’s vengeance. *** **CHICAGO - METRO GENERAL HOSPITAL - PEDIATRIC WING**

“She used her dark magic to somehow place a blinder on me so I couldn’t read any thoughts or see anything that was going to happen. Then,” she turned and waved to the rest of the group, “she made all of us believe she was actually Madison. Somehow, when Madison left to use the bathroom she transformed herself into looking like her and sort of did a mating bite on Jacob.” Alex waited to see what Derek’s response was before she continued.

I was probably behaving weirdly and I could see he starting to worry. "Yeah, it's just-- I'm cold. Yeah cold." I lied. It wasn't actually a lie since I suddenly felt chilled to the bones. "Oh, hold on for a moment then, we should set up the camps soon its dark after all and this place keeps getting creepier but no worries okay? I've been in forests even late at night and there are no such things as witches or wizards or vamps." He chuckled. He said that to calm me down but down but all I could feel was more fear at the mention of vampire but laughed with him Anyways, she didn't want start acting like a sissy, that was Sadie's and Adrianna's job.

Even if it was, I desperately wanted it to be a nightmare that could never be the truth. However, look at my luck, it was true, the dark truth about me that I killed my one and only friend, my best friend, Jiahn Kang. She was in a lot of pain, pleading, begging me to spare her life. Was this really me? A person who could never see her loved ones in pain and here I was, the one who killed her own best friend, a best friend who was more than an elder sister to her.

Jace welcomed everyone to his suite for more drinks. It turned into a sprawl. Towels everywhere. Someone queued music. Someone else poured tequila. They looked like kids at a sleepover except for the way Jace’s hand kept drifting to Lena’s thigh and the way Natalie’s laugh tipped into something feline. “Truth or dare,” Natalie declared. “Oh God,” Lena groaned. “Relax,” Natalie smirked. “We’re adults. We can handle bad ideas.” “Chaos with jobs,” Jace muttered. “Exactly,” Natalie said.