Unknow の小説・ストーリー

he said. "You were," Sebestian confirmed. 'I'm an Alpha. I can't go into shock." "You're a person with felling's too. It's changed more than your ability." "Did you know that I could go into shock?" "No, we don't have a Alpha handbook or any good sources to know the exact details, so we've just decided to be prepared for anything." "Oh," Alec said numbly. "I'm going to fix you something to dunk the cookies in." "You don't have to-"

Who has been watching me? Unknown: searching for answers?

From an unknown number. I read it. Leave now or be next.

From an unknown number. I see you.

A text from an unknown number. “Looking for someone?”

--- --- She just didn’t know it yet. --- ---

Who knows? ****

my father said, showing Marcus an advert on his phone. "Could you trace the IP of that ad?" Marcus asked, and my father shook his head. "Its origin is on the dark web," He replied, and Marcus felt a bit uneasy. "Bold and cautious," Marcus said, nodding. "Do we have names yet?" he asked my father. "My brother's name is still the only known trafficker. I guess eliminating him made the other's careful." my father confessed, sounding a bit ashamed. I had to speak. "Wait, was uncle Jack involved in all of this?" I asked, surprised at what I was hearing.

He was wielding a massive hamaxe¹. Will immediately knew he had made a mistake, he had severely underestimated the technology of the Orcs, maybe even this world. He ȧssumed just because the Goblins were this primitive, everyone else wouldn't be too far ahead. [I should have taken them all away, now we're all going to die.] Will despaired at the thought, but he was too terrified to move.

“Her family is part of the unknowin’ humans, correct?” Tristan nodded. “Then we need to erase her memories of you shiftin’.” Came her reply. Tristan thought as much. The Unknowing Humans were the people who had no knowledge of the supernatural— people like Natalie’s family who didn’t know about Werewolves, and Dragons, and Vampires, and Witches and the like. They were welcome in Bloomingdale Valley, but they almost always left the small town without knowing what they had been walking amongst, or they got to live a full life without ever knowing the truth, though that wasn’t to say that they didn’t have their suspicions. Very few