Unknown Collectables Rdr2 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I asked. "No, just strange, he collects items from the black market aswell and moves them over the water. He favours rare artifacts, magical potions, some art, anything really. If I were a betting man, I'd start with him." Arthur replied dropping the second file onto the desk between us with the first page open as I looked down at the face staring back from the surveillance style photo and the name printed on the sheet confirmed my horror. "Well Fuck me." I gasped as Cadmus Drakos was depicted in the photo clear as day.

“What’s going on?” Alex immediately looked inside. He had inherited this treasure after Genbu’s death, a shell that had strong defense powers that could be useful during emergencies. However, it was a consumable and every time it was used, the energy within would deplete. When it was fully used up, it would be nothing but scrap. This was why Alex rarely used it. ‘Why is it flashing a warning, are there undefeatable Undead in the tunnel?’ ‘The Undead Queen can’t be… coming out from here?’

Ray POV:- I have everything's in this world which a man can only dream and which everyone wants like money,name, respect and a beautiful wife what else a man wants I am doing my PHD in engineering and I am future leader of XO gang now you think why I choose study. I have lot's of money and fame so why I have to waste my time ,well I have simple answer it's my passion and being a leader I have to know everything .

“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 of the Unknowing ever managed to know about the real Bloomindal

Kat asks. “Frey Collectors. One of the most prominent collectors of Chinese artifacts. They are the ones who sold it to him.” “I guess we didn’t have to venture very far for a murder weapon-” Ryder says but Kat suddenly shrieks. “Ryder!” She screeches. Even Troy is stunned to see what’s going on.” “What?” Ryder frowns. “What the hell is wrong with you two…” He freezes when he feels something wet trickling down his face. In his excitement, Ryder didn’t notice it but the other two have. He slowly turns to a mirror on the wall to face himself.

"Wolfsbane is common and can be acquired anywhere, so there are no leads as of now. I will let you know if I find anything." "Thank you, Jade. We appreciate your help. We will take it from here." I vowed, my eyes burning with unshed tears. *** Follow my socials to stay updated! F******k: The Scripturient I*******m: san_2045

I looked over my shoulder each time a human passed me in fear that they would find out that I wasn't normal like them. Walking over to the lingerie section, my fingers fumbled as I took a lacy black bra off the hook along with matching panties. I can't remember the last time I wore proper underwear. I took a few more pairs, all black and even got a pair of black combat boots and two pairs of jeans. When I was done, I made my way towards toe check out and found Hunt waiting there for me. "Is that all you're getting?" he asked, frowning down at my small basket.

S) Dynasty Altar is a ruin from the ancient civilization, although such heritage normally found buried and far from any civilizations, this kind of thing actually exists everywhere in Fantasma. The discoveries of such monumental sites should be given a lot of treasures to the explorer, I already discovered 2 sites of Dynasty Alter in the Desert of Nothing, both of them give Aeternum a lot of resources that enable my Aeternum to further developed to the state that it's on now.

Cold air rushed from the gap, smelling of damp earth and old blood. A narrow chamber waited below. Raiken went first. I followed before anyone could stop me. The black map on my arm brightened as my boots touched the hidden floor. Shelves lined the walls. Not weapons. Records. Bundles of skin parchment sealed with wax. Glass jars held drops of blood. Silver discs had names carved around their edges. Silvercrest. Black Hollow. Azure Tide. Stormcrest. I moved closer. One disc bore my name. AYAME RIVERS. Below it, another line had been carved later.

Chapter 8 My heart hammered against my ribs as I unlocked the compartment door and slipped through the hidden door in the west wing using the key I’d stolen from Damon’s neck. The compartment was real, it was a massive, dimly lit underground room behind a reinforced steel door. Cold air kissed my skin as I stepped inside. In the center stood an enormous, floor-to-ceiling safe, its digital keypad glowing ominously. I moved quickly, fingers flying across the keypad. I tried birthdays, names, addresses — anything I could remember from my research on John’s behalf. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Red error lights flashed again and again. Jesus, John will kill me!