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he finally said. The shadow clan always wears the traditional Shinobi Shōzoku because it merges with the shadow powers and remains invisible to the human eye. If a member of the shadow clan puts on something else, although they would remain unseen, the clothes would be visible. So, we went back to my cabin before heading to the station, and I put on my motorcycle leather suit and helmet. It was for the sheriff to be able to see me. The man in the trunk woke up and turned into a wolf before we got out of the cabin. I pulled out my blade, and Jacob stood ready for the attack. The wolf glowed at us, considering its next move. But someone shot a dart at it, and it fell.

The freaky end of days was coming. I faced the camera, my voice steady for all the people in the city to hear. "The freaky apocalypse is here, folks. I'm going to help you out as best I can. First up, find cover where the wind can't get you, subways, basements, factories, banks, any safe spot." Lights flickered on in every underground parking lot. The ground rumbled with a deep roar, setting the stage for Jim as he led his crew of infant spirits into a clash with the Haunts that sliced through the wind.

Sky taps her lip. A slow, delighted smile spreads across her flawless face. “Jackson could be S.H.A.R.K.” We lean in eagerly. “Sulky. Hotheaded. Arrogant. Roguish. Kind-of-cute.” We lose it. “He could also be …” Sky continues, wicked now, “D.E.V.I.L.” I arch a brow. “That feels on the nose.” She shrugs. “Dangerous. Emotionally damaged. Violent. Indisputable. Loyal.”

“Who among us doesn’t look stupid?” Gab was wearing a belly pad with a scar on his face. I was wearing a middle-aged with skin disease, covered with scary designs of Viking tattoos on the face. While Skye was wearing a male bald on top of his head, and her nose was so flat as if a bulldozer passed by and crashed the nose bridge perfectly flat, leaving only a portion of her nose holes to exist. Skye’s nose is actually well-bridged, definitely different from the silicon-made mask she was now wearing.

I also met Kesha and Katie Perry. I recall, Owen continue to eye me from across the crowded club. He watched me like a hawk, I remember with clarity. Throughout the whole night, he never took his eyes off of me. Mom noticed and steered me away from following eyes. We went up to the Garden rooftop area where everyone was still partying. We got drinks and danced the night away. It was one of the best nights of my life. I smile at the memory I am visualizing while fighting back a tear. Why did I let so much time slip away? I muse as the stylist finishes with everything. Once done, I take a look at myself, I am left in awe. I am so beautiful, I barely recognize myself. I thank her, while I pay f

House Kress displayed their stone-earth magic through crystalline accessories that caught and transformed light into living patterns across their formal robes. And at the chamber's edge, positioned with calculated diplomatic precision that acknowledged the ritual's significance while maintaining philosophical distance from its ember-focused content, stood the shadow delegation from House Nox. Unlike the colorful displays from other houses, the shadow representatives wore formal attire of such deep violet it appeared almost black, with silver accents that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it. Their leader—a tall figure whose presence commanded attention despite his motionless stance—

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

A cloaked figure was sitting alone in the back of the local pub, if you could call it that. His eyes were silver, and immediate giveaway that he was a Schatten and Viktor sensed his desperation. He was ripe for the picking and he knew it wouldn't take much to take advantage of this lonely sapling wallowing in his despair. Viktor approached with two mugs of watered down beer, knowing that the alcohol wouldn't impair this Schatten but it would be a friendly jester.

His dark hair was damp, sticking to his forehead, and his navy jacket hugged his broad shoulders as he moved. Skye caught herself staring from where she stood and quickly looked away, her cheeks warming at his sight despite the cold. She stepped closer to the boards, her sneakers squeaking against the rubberized floor. Knox noticed her then, his gaze flicking up as he skated to a stop. He tucked his helmet under one arm, his face flushed from exertion, and glided toward her, his skates scraping softly against the ice.