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Princess of the Werewolves novel Chapter 88

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Chapter overview: Chapter 88 from Princess of the Werewolves

In this standout chapter of the Internet novel Princess of the Werewolves, ddralapp introduces new challenges, powerful emotions, and major plot progress that captivate readers from beginning to end.

Carlos chuckled. "The girls always die first" he informed her.

I rolled my eyes at the both of them, but stopped moving to watch them bicker. "Well, if the murderer was smart, then he would take out the guys first" Taylor stated.

"How do you know that the killer is a dude? Females are psycho" he retorted. Shouldn't have said that.

"Oh. I'm so gonna tell that to your mate once you find her" she warned.

Carlos paled and tried to save himself. "I'm just trying not to be sexist. I'm just saying that there are a lot of female killers, not just male killers" he said slowly.

"That doesn't change that fact that you just said 'females are psycho.'" Taylor pointed out. I pursed my lips together to hold in my laugh. "But if you buy me Taco Bell, then maybe I'll forget this ever happened" she bribed.

Immediately, Carlos complied. Way too easy. I shook my head at him. "If you guys are done, let's go through this creepy ass death center" Donovan said. He's another one of my warriors. All of us are about the same age, early to mid-twenties; but Taylor and I are still 19. "Should we split up-"

"No!" Taylor quickly cut him off. "Everyone dies when they split up in horror movies!" she whisper-yelled.

I sighed. This girl watches way too many scary movies. "Tay. We're not in a horror movie. Splitting up makes this faster"

"Yeah" Donovan agreed. "If you're that scared, just go with Carlos" he said before walking off. I watched as the warriors all went in different directions and Taylor followed Carlos.

Its almost 2 a.m., and we've looked at almost all of the cemeteries. I don't know why, but this cemetery looked creepier than the other ones. Maybe its the weird statues. You can tell that this place is old. Its covered in cobwebs, and some of the gravestones and statues are worn down.

We came to a closed mausoleum and walked inside. We started the same process, but this time, we heard a loud scraping noise as Donovan pushed the casket. Quickly, we helped him push it against the wall. 'Follow my scent. We found it' I informed everyone. Seconds later, Taylor came inside with the warriors behind her. She most likely tracked us.

"We all know that there could be a witch there. Be careful, be smart. Our only weapon is surprise" I stated. They all nodded in understanding before we went down a metal ladder. There were several candles that lit up the cement room. It was freezing cold. We quietly split up and explored the space.

There were stacks of paper everywhere, most of them had words, probably spells. There was a small bed with dirty sheets. It looked like a rogue would sleep here. Which makes sense since Odin is basically a witch rogue. There was suddenly a loud crash. I quickly ran to the sound, to find a man.

My warrior gathered around me as I scanned the area. Taylor was slumped against the wall, but she was still breathing. Dr. Nale went towards her, but the man turned around and lifted his hand up. Dr. Nale went flying back. The man's a witch. I stepped towards him, and the man made his palm face me, like a warning.

It's Odin. I saw the tattoo on his hand. A growl erupted from my chest before I charged at him. My shoulder hit his gut and he stumbled backwards. Before I had the chance to hurt him again, he lifted his hands back up. I instantly got a huge migraine, along with my warriors and Dr. Nale. That's so cheating. Stupid magic. We all gripped our heads in attempt to make the pain bearable.

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