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It means I am a mix of both. "Both of what? Lycanthrope and what else? Human?" "Vampire." I closed my eyes and shook my head. Taking a few moments to compose myself and my thoughts. "You're all insane," I said, opening my eyes. "There is no such thing as Lycanthropes and there definitely isn't such a thing as Vampires." "You're looking at someone who is both, I can assure you they exist." Cain said. I shook my head.

Abigail was completely engrossed as she watched pitch black wings extrude from Daniels back, he was the epitome of Death in its purest form. The whole scene played out in front of her as if she was watching a movie. The glowing eyes, the wings, the flaming sword. Then a really tall, very frightening woman. This woman appeared out of nowhere. Abigail observed very intently as Daniel's sword made contact with the unknown woman's throat. She gasped, she just witnessed a murder. The woman reached for her throat, but to Abigail's surprise the blood that was supposed to be spewing out of the wound was not blood at all, it was some sort of black ooze. Abigail was completely disgusted at the sight o

When he passed a few years ago, I knew I wanted to get a car that reminded me of him, too bad it needs to be constantly looked after. Max pops the hood and takes a look inside, I slowly walk over to him and notice what his little vest thing says. Nightmare Warriors. The image is a long road with a skeleton wearing armor riding down the road on a motorcycle. I didn't realize I was staring so close until he back into me and I stumble to the ground. "Oh shit, you okay Candice?" He asks lifting me up like I weigh a feather. "Yes, yeah, I'm fine, sorry I was looking at your vest." I say a little embarrassed I fell so easily.

Par la lune et par la Nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie … (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die) Par la lune et par la Nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie … (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die) Par la lune et par la Nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie… (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die) Par la lune et par la Nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie… (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die) Par la lune et par la Nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie… (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die)

But as soon as I made the move, I could hear his steps retreating backwards hurriedly which was quite alarming. “Till we see again Dellarosa” He said and at the snap of the finger he was gone, and in that instant the lights came on. Then an unfamiliar scent hit my nostrils. It was a strong Cologne, a cocktail of cedarwood and Jasmine but nothing like Fabri's. I didn't need to stay a whole year with Fabri to know that he stuck to a particular scent. “Dellarosa” Fabri never called me by my surname, so definitely whoever I'd just spoken to wasn't Fabri. If that wasn't Fabri, who was it and where the hell was Fabri?

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Felix stood quietly, observing Donna carefully. Clearly, she recognized Mackenzie. Donna stepped forward cautiously, touching Mackenzie's lifeless body. Her expression shifted dramatically once again. She muttered in disbelief, "It really is Mackenzie." Only then did Felix speak up, asking, "Really? You can tell who she is even after she's dead?" Donna nodded slowly. "Yes. A Malevolent Phantom's presence can linger clearly for more than a month. It makes identifying them easy."

She scoured ancient texts and scrolls, searching for any hint of forgotten power or hidden strength. Hours passed, and Lola's eyes burned from reading by candlelight. Just as she was about to give up, she stumbled upon a dusty, leather-bound tome. The title faded, but she could make out the words "Beast of Gévaudan." Her heart raced as she flipped through the pages, reading about an ancient and powerful creature that once terrorized the lands. The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost.

Ava's POV: I picked out a thick leather bound book from the shelf. Its black rough surface was covered with dust. Wiping it with my palm, I looked at the title. Senex Animarum. Once again, I felt the frustration gripping my insides. Every single book in this place was filled with a language I didn't know. I should've taken French this semester. But this language looked nowhere near French. I opened the book and looked at the worn out dust-filled pages. There were diagrams. And foreign words.

And somehow, according to a haunted forest and a silver-eyed man who terrified wolves, she was connected to me. Me. Lena Frost. Borderland girl. Camp rat. Turnip thief. The human fool Damien Thorncroft once dressed in white and murdered under moonlight. I shook my head. “No.” Cassian’s mouth tightened. “No?” “No.” I stepped back from the tree. “I am not doing this right now.” Ben blinked. “Doing what?”