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Supernaturals included. I'm Vesper Thorne, one of the last ancient vampires on earth, living for so long you lose count makes you take on different adventures to ease boredom, and this gig I took last night was exactly that kind of adventure. A newly turned vampire went rogue after being turned against his will in a lust driven haze. He killed his sire immediately and didn't go through the normal onboarding process with the Council. Now he's being hunted, and I decided to take the job. After all, it's been a while since I visited New York City.

1 SECOND. With a sound like a growl, Julian threw himself back to the terminal. His fingers were no longer frozen—they were alive with the trained speed of a technical genius, the instincts of a man who had built and broken code since childhood. He typed the word he had taught him, the word that had bound them once in trust and now offered their only hope: VERITAS. The terminal beeped. The screen flickered. For an endless fraction of time, nothing happened. Then the countdown halted on 0:00—and a new line of text appeared, sharp and white against the black:

Somewhere in the Carpathians, beneath a ruined fortress older than any known kingdom, Valeria stood barefoot in a circle carved from charred bone. The cult’s inner ring had assembled. Hooded, humming, some levitating, others whispering directly into the soil. A sacrificial flame burned violet at the center — fed not by wood, but by pages of forgotten scripture and strands of human hair. Valeria was no longer entirely human. Her limbs moved like mist. Her face, when glimpsed in mirrors, did not always reflect correctly. The void inside her pulsed with purpose.

After cleaning my teeth and plugging my phone by the nightstand, I climb into bed with my laptop. It boots up, rather slowly, then I go straight to the browser. Ignoring the 60+ tabs I have pulled up already, I open a new one. Then, I type "The Dark Duo Blue Channels" into the search bar. I want to know who owns Crescent supermarket - because it seems like it's him the Dark Duo have a problem with - and any information on why these guys razed the place to the ground, and why they risked getting caught by getting everyone out of there first.

I just stared at him, unable to say anything. He introduced himself to me and after a very lengthy conversation I learnt that he was the leader of the group he called 'the Rebel'; That their planet had been taken over by The Force, a group that overthrew the government, killed almost everyone of them with supernatural abilities that refused to work for them and enslaved other citizens. The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land.

That child was just evil. Then I relocated us here, and she's back? Oh, God.” I sat quietly while he was speaking, and now, everything made sense. Veronica wasn't just trying to step in. She was trying to erase Val's whole existence with the help of Sandor. So Valeria has an evil twin sister, and her name is Veronica. Seems like we have a bigger mission than we thought. “Let me tell you something, Massimo, if it's really Veronica out there, kill her.

Something I didn’t have the luxury to analyze right now. The Sopor Veritas. The name echoed in my mind, as it had for months since I first discovered its properties. A rare plant, capable of unlocking the deepest recesses of the mind, of amplifying one’s abilities to unimaginable heights. But it was volatile, dangerous. And yet, that danger was what made it so appealing. What was power without risk?

Verity was on high alert immediately as she stiffened inside Vera's mind. ‘Tire puncture nails littered in the middle of the road leading to your house… You understand what this means?’ Verity remarked in alarm. “Someone wants to harm me.” Just as she whispered that, a chorus of footsteps erupted behind Vera. ‘And they're right behind you.’ Verity said. ‘Verena, let me take control. They're men and…’ She counted the number of hearts beating behind them. ‘They're ten, all strong and healthy. You can't handle them with your human body. You need my strength.’

Her demeanor exuded an unwavering confidence that fate would bring forth a formidable lycanthrope to choose her as their mate, thus ensuring that no one would dare to belittle her. Verity let out several deep sighs. With fervent devotion, she prayed that her plea would reach the divine ears of God. Throughout her solitary existence, Verity desire had been the sole longing of her heart. A lycan-mate possessed the power to elevate her from the depths of despair and isolation.

She left the map and picked up a book, ignoring both Sebastian and I. " The lightning mark, is the mark of a supernatural, it was given long ago but their kind have been wiped out by either evil people or unforeseen circumstances, the girl you saw in your dream is a supernatural" she read from the book and turned to Orion. " That girl is a supernatural, I don't know her connection with Delaury but there's a problem somewhere, I can't tell you what to do because I don't remember anything even though I want to, but I'm only helping" " I know you are, I just don't know --"