Jeremy’s eyes widened, recognition hitting him like a wave. "He’s from the Dark Horses Guild, but I’ve never seen him before…"His gaze fell on the badge—an unmistakable symbol of the Dark Horses, but this wasn’t just any badge. Noctis was A-ranked, one of the elite.Jeremy’s smile was brief, more a flicker of relief than anything else. He knew better than to let his guard down completely. There was something off about the timing of these newcomers, even if Noctis claimed to be an ally. And that first guy? There was no mistaking the unsettling feeling Jeremy got from him—the grin, the casual arrogance, the air of something sinister.The rest of the class, oblivious to the undercurrents of tension, continued to watch the exchange with wide eyes and murmurs of curiosity. Jeremy could feel the weight of their stares, but he pushed it aside. His focus was on the two strangers who had walked into his world unannounced.Noctis took a step back, still maintaining that strange smile as i
As Jeremy pushed through the crowded hallways, his mind was still reeling from the cryptic message. 'Blackthorn.' The name echoed in his thoughts like a drumbeat. He couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was closing in on him faster than he could comprehend. But then, a chilling realization struck him. _Burke._ His estranged uncle had always been lurking in the shadows, tied up in mysteries that Jeremy had never fully unraveled. Could this be his doing?The memory of Burke abandoning him and his mother came flooding back—his uncle disappearing without a trace after his father’s death, only to reappear years later with wealth and connections that didn’t add up. Meanwhile, across town, Burke sat in a sleek, dimly lit office. The soft hum of his phone on the table in front of him caught his attention. He smirked as he glanced down at the screen, seeing the confirmation that his cryptic message had been delivered to Jeremy. "That should buy some time," Burke muttered under his
Jeremy took a deep breath, his hand instinctively going toward his side, ready to fight back."Join us willingly," the first figure continued, "or we’ll make you. Either way, you belong to us now."Jeremy’s blood ran cold, but he kept his face stoic. "I don’t think so," he said calmly, his body tensing, ready for what was about to happen. "I’m not joining your twisted group."One of the figures laughed, the sound low and sinister. "It’s not really a choice, Jeremy. You’ve been marked by us for a while now. We’ve been waiting for the right moment. We've exercised patience enough, but that’s over. Join us, or we’ll drag you into the fold."The one standing closest to Jeremy lunged first, moving with blinding speed, aiming a powerful strike at Jeremy’s chest. Jeremy barely had time to react, ducking and sidestepping just as the blow grazed past him. He spun, driving his elbow into the attacker's ribs with a solid thud, but the figure barely flinched, as if pain didn’t register."That
Burke stepped forward, his eyes cold and calculating as always. "I told you to be careful," he said, not offering any comfort. "You’ve attracted the wrong kind of attention." Jeremy wiped the sweat from his brow, glaring at his uncle. "And whose fault is that?" he snapped. "You’re the one who brought me into this mess." Burke shrugged. "Maybe. But I also just saved your life. So, you’re welcome." Jeremy was about to retort, but he stopped, realizing that Burke wasn’t wrong. As much as he hated to admit it, he owed his uncle this time. "You need to stay sharp, Jeremy," Burke continued, his tone colder now. "The Freaks won’t stop. And neither will I." Jeremy stood still for a moment, watching as Burke made his way toward the black sedan. His uncle’s expression was unreadable, but there was always a hint of menace lurking beneath that calm exterior. “Get in the back seat,” Burke intoned, not even bothering to look back. For a split second, Jeremy considered walking away, leaving
The tinted car came to a slow halt in front of Jeremy’s house, its presence almost ghostly in the dimming light of the evening. The windows remained dark, offering no glimpse of the figures inside, but as the back door swung open, Jeremy stepped out, his expression a blank mask. The vehicle pulled away with a low hum, disappearing into the distance just as quietly as it had arrived.Standing at the front door was Sophie, his mother, her eyes immediately lighting up at the sight of her son. She had been waiting, as she always did, for him to return home. But tonight, there was something different about her stance—an unease lingering just beneath her warmth.“Jeremy!” she called softly, moving toward him with arms wide open. Jeremy gave her a small, fleeting smile as they embraced.“Hey, Mom,” he mumbled into her shoulder, the hug tight, but brief.As they pulled apart, Sophie’s hands rested on his shoulders, and her eyes searched his face, sensing something was amiss. “You’re late. I
As he turned and walked into the house, he felt a strange hollowness settle over him. The hug had given him warmth, but it had also left him feeling more isolated than ever.“Damn it all!” Jeremy cursed under his breath as his fist collided with the wall. The sharp pain barely registered in his mind compared to the whirlwind of problems he faced. Where was he supposed to start? The Freaks were after him, his uncle was a walking enigma of betrayal, strange cryptic messages haunted him at every turn, his family’s financial ruin loomed like a shadow, and the Dark Horses Guild itself was cracking from within. Not to mention his tangled relationship with Owen and the impossible mission of ambushing James Detroit.It felt like his entire life was unraveling faster than he could catch his breath.Jeremy’s jaw tightened as he tried to gather his thoughts. “A darker future and a bitter present create the strongest version of oneself,” he remembered, repeating the lesson Owen had drilled int
It was just another day at school, but today, Jeremy felt a weight had finally been lifted off his shoulders. For the first time in what seemed like forever, Kade—the notorious Freaks member—was nowhere to be found. Jeremy could barely believe it. He let out a long breath, his chest finally free of the usual tension. Maybe today would be different. Maybe, for once, he could enjoy a normal day.“Finally, a break,” he muttered to himself, allowing a faint smile to touch his lips.But his sense of peace didn’t last long.Jeremy’s breath caught in his throat as a flash of purple passed in front of his eyes. His heart sank, and he knew exactly who it was before he even turned his head. Noctis, with his unmistakable platinum purple hair, was making his presence known—again.“What are you doing here?” Jeremy’s voice was laced with annoyance, his lips pouting as his brow arched comically.Noctis turned toward him, his expression calm but smug. “I’m your new guardian, of course.”Jeremy’s ja
School finally closed for the day, and all Jeremy wanted to do was run home, maybe clear his head before diving back into the chaos that had become his life. But, of course, things were never that simple. Just as he began to pack his stuffs, he saw Celicia approaching, her bright smile like a spotlight cutting through the dimness of his thoughts."Hey, Jeremy," she called out, her voice light and cheerful. He forced a smile and waved, knowing that any attempt to hurry away was now futile."Hey, Celicia," he greeted as she walked up to him. They exchanged the usual pleasantries, small talk that felt distant in Jeremy's mind. Celicia's eyes narrowed slightly as she shifted the conversation. "So, Jeremy, you seem pretty familiar with the new guy. Do you know him from somewhere?"Jeremy’s mind flashed to Noctis. He grinned awkwardly, trying to downplay their connection. "Nah, not really. He just seemed friendly on the first day, so we’ve been cool since then. But I wouldn’t say we’re e