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From there, the tyranny that is Blackclaw began. So if the clan borders the dark forest world on one side, it borders the human world on the other. That’s where we get our technology and money and torture devices from. Monsters on both sides of you will. Worst of all, the werewolf council will never be able to find this place, never be able to put a stop to it. Lorez not only has his his clan, he has blackmail on every meme we of the council. No man is a good man. To be honest, no one is a good anything. I’ve learned not to trust. My father failed to protect me and everyone wants me dead. My wolf and I will only ever trust ourselves. Slinging my legs out of bed and turning the alarm off, I w

I'm a were wolf, I would have sense that shit by now. I sat on the chair around the counter. I had no clue what to do. I didn't know where Scarlett was and I sure as hell didn't know where I was either. Where is this asshole? I sigh in frustration. I give up. I came off the stool and crash into a hard wall of firm and strong abs. The stranger gripped my hands, I hike up my right knee and kick him in his private, using my left leg kicking him in his chest. He fell on the ground howling in pain. I stared at the stranger on the ground. I still hadn't seen his face.

An image of another child - one with those dark Cunningham features - flashes in my mind, and I suddenly go cold. I've hardly looked at the photograph I found in the storage locker with my father's things. I set it aside with his journal, determined not to give it another thought until absolutely necessary. But I haven't forgotten that image. I'm afraid I'll never forget it. The mystery of that picture isn't the problem, though. The problem is that for the first time since the madness began, I'm having a hard time seeing Taran Harker as the villain. If my father suspected he had a child in any way - potentially had a picture of that child - how could he turn his back? How could he abandon hi

He rose from his seat, “I’ll be able to make it home on time for my twentieth anniversary.” “Congratulations,” I was at the doorway by now, “Take care everyone.” Duke and I boarded the chopper, heading home to our families. There was not much that we could do except dispatch the gatekeepers to find the criminals and retrieve the relics. Being on the council caused me to be in the middle of everything occurring on this globe. Rogues who target with reasoning usually have a master villain in the background. It was apparent that the witches and wolves collaborated, and if vampires were involved, I believed that they were sure to attack my pack. If they did, my suspicions would be confirmed.

Charlie stood nearby, his eyes red as if he had just cried. "I was just messing with you. Why did you actually drink it? Maddie, since when did you become so weak?" he asked. The original Maddison was not fragile at all. After all, she was the villainous side character whose job was to frame the female lead before meeting her destined death. The female lead was Cynthia. Just a while back, the original Maddison had tried to stop her from taking the SATs by slipping laxatives into Cynthia's food. However, halfway through, the original Maddison got scared and switched the drugged meal with a normal one.

Will woke up on a couch in a corner with a mild headache, his hands shackled together while his feet were chained to the floor by his left ankle. He blinked and realized where he was―a concrete room that smelled of bleach, which was too familiar for him. What the fuck is going on? He closed his eyes as he could barely keep it open. He had to figure out what was happening and how he ended up inside his own lair right after everything went black. His breath hitched at the sight of Una, seated in a chair in the middle of the room where he usually tied his victims from the ceiling. Wrists shackled to the armrests and head hanging down, his girlfriend looked unconscious.

And these people are acting like a piece of shit! He turned his head slightly and it was Mayor Wellbert and his men. Ah... Could it be that this bastard is the mastermind? Alexander immediately thought in that direction. Apart from Daniel, there is another bastard who most likely wants to hurt his wife. “Mr Grissham, I'm outpaced by you. I didn't know that you cared so much about our historical heritage." Wellbert smiled as he was amazed that Alexander's hands and clothes were full of soot. There were also soot stains on his forehead and face, it was clear that this Mafia leader had just rummaged through the rubble of a building fire.

“Is it? When you looked into the Wicked’s eyes, tell me, what did you see?” “I saw…” I stopped, swallowing hard. The memory clawed its way back—those mismatched eyes, one red, one black. The same eyes I’d seen every day for years. My stomach turned. “No,” I whispered. “No, I’d know if—” “You did know.” The Wizard’s voice cut through me like a blade. “You felt it the moment he stood before you. You just refused to accept it. The Wicked isn’t Carter’s enemy, Charlie. He is Carter—everything he’s buried, everything the mark was meant to awaken.”

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

Alpha Evan explained, asking what he wanted to at the end while Miss Lillian listened attentively, clearly willing to help as much as she could. Her brows furrowed as she thought about it. "I do know of a war like that. It was between three werewolf packs, and a witch coven out in the woods. From what I know, they were a bunch of powerful witches, so three packs had joined forces to take them down. They had been performing some sort of magic that had apparently been dangerous according to the surrounding werewolf packs and they had deemed it necessary to bring those witches down," Miss Lillian explained, her frown deepening as she spoke.