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Afterwards I decide to go back upstairs and rest for the remainder of the evening. Night falls, and with it a thunderstorm stirs up. Lightening cracks and for some reason outside of my bedroom, I swear I see sinister red eyes peering in at me. Feel like it must be the exhaustion of the day. I close the blinds, turn on N*****x. I feel dread again as a precaution. I make sure the house is locked up with the deadbolts he installed. I also lock my room to make sure I am extra safe. I snuggle up with a blanket and put on the TV. I change my mind about N*****x and put on “Discovery of Witches” on A****n Prime. Wishing I could find a man like Matthew.

As he rose, Rufus opened his tent with a fast flourish. “Sir, something moves in the night beyond our eyes.” Rufus’ face shone in the near to full moonlight, and August read fear. “Is the camp being roused?” He felt silly after the words tumbled from his mouth. “Yes, sir.” As August hurriedly donned his clothes, and pulled on his sandals, he asked, “What is that damnable smell?” “That’s a matter of some debate among the servants, sir,” Rufus quipped sharply, eyes scanning the exterior of the tent. “It’s not from within the camp or the village, like a smell that moves in a cloud or a swarm.”

' He replied. As she heard this, she turned to me and yelled at me, 'you're leaving your school for the hospital tomorrow and you are also grounded for weeks'. I turned back to my room to read the book BLACK CULTS and thinking about what to do when the black cults arrives the next night. I couldn't let go of the book if it's was has been bringing the black cults to me because it's the most interesting novel I've ever read. The chapter I read that night was the seventeenth call The Gem. I went asleep while reading the part where the black cult has to look for a gem.

I couldn't sleep again immediately after Milo’s call so I reached out to my nightstand and picked up the book I’d started earlier in the week: an anthology of paranormal romance stories. I had continued to read everything I could lay my hands on about werewolf shifters. And recently I decided to buy a few paperback of paranormal romance. I flipped through the pages until I found Story Five. It was just three chapters, I noted with a small smile. Perfect, by the time I finished with it, I was sure I would doze off.

Other times, I felt like the source was closer, and if I could just take a few steps further, I would get to it. I didn't do that though. Only the heavens knew what waited for me if I ever followed my curiosity to find out the source of the chiming noise. As I read about a human girl who was sold to a Lycan mercenary group and fell in love with the head, the chiming noise resumed. It was one of those days when the noise was loud and near. Putting away my fear, I shut the binds of my book and stood up. "Hello?" I called out, walking to the west of the library where the noise was louder. "Is anyone there?" I asked as I got closer to the shelf.

I took off my sneakers, got on the soft mattress, and took the book from the head of the bed. As soon as I opened it, my phone made a sound. Curious, I fished it out of my pocket and looked at the screen. It was a text but from an unknown number. I stared at the screen for a few seconds and then unlocked my device. I clicked on the text and it opened in full view. It read: ~Hi there, my precious she-wolf. Meet me in the woods, specifically, Hulu forest at 11:30 PM tonight. You won’t regret it.~

Ruth ended the call and left Alex and Lee with an astounded expression. “Oh God.” Their minds were about to melt down. Werewolves, vampires, witches—were all real. Alex was reminded of a book he read at Books and Artifact where he works. “Lee, I found a book at Books and Artifact that was about supernatural creatures. I think the name of the book was, um, Wars, Wood Battles, um, I can’t remember.” “You mean The Wood War by Kayla Nicky Chadson?” Ha! The boy jolted in shock as he heard the voice of Abigail behind them. They stared at each other, confused about what to say.

The reply I got shocked me to my core. I am celebrating Devil’s Night in Detroit with your mate Damien. Come join us! Happy birthday sis! -S Author's note: follow me on Instagram for updates on all current books and info on upcoming books. Instagram: dahliaknoxwrites

She hoped he was having pleasant dreams despite the strange way he slept. She lay back on her pillow and stared up at the ceiling. Although tired, she fought sleep. She feared submitting to the desire to sleep would drag her back to the realm of terror. As she lay in silence, she noticed a glow emanating from downstairs, and then she heard the sound of a page being turned. Is someone awake? she asked herself as she slid from the bed and tip-toed down the staircase. At the base of the steps, she came to a stop, seeing that Duskin sat on his bed with several books laying around him. His gaze transferred from the book by his knee and the notebook as he wrote in the notebook.

On my way, I asked Raphael to send some men to that place to check on Count Vlad. Once I reach my room, I head straight to my shelf and get the book; I took a seat on the couch and started going through it. A couple of entries talk about sacrifice and full moon, how a traitor would kill his love. It was disgusting. It has intrigued me to know who the fucker is. But there weren’t too many clues but the letter ‘N.’