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
"Stealth mode," Jeremy muttered under his breath, his heart racing as he carefully controlled his breathing. He was hyper-aware of Noctis’s presence, knowing full well that an A- rank Hunter like him could sense the slightest disturbance in the air. Jeremy couldn't risk being detected—not now.**[Stealth]:** *Increases speed by 35% at the cost of draining the user’s stamina. Automatically activates when threatened or experiencing a surge of killing intent.*Before Noctis could react, Jeremy vanished, his body blurring into the backdrop of the crowded street. The only indication that he had ever been there was the subtle shift in the atmosphere, the pressure of his rapid takeoff causing a brief ripple of displaced air.Noctis's sharp eyes darted around, but by the time he sensed Jeremy's disappearance, it was too late.Jeremy was gone.He bolted down the empty alleyways, his mind racing as fast as his legs. Every step forward took him further from Noctis and closer to Burke’s location.
James Detroit sat impatiently in the passenger seat of the black SUV, his fingers rhythmically tapping against the airbag compartment. Each tap sent a shiver down the spine of the driver, who was nervously parked a few feet away from the Burke's rendezvous point. The driver smiled weakly, trying to hide his anxiety, but he knew all too well what that tapping meant: James was upset."Don’t tell me it’s that stupid boy wasting my time again," James muttered, his voice thick with frustration. "I can’t keep doing this every day."His thoughts wandered as he tapped faster. Next week was the deadline for the Washington family’s debt repayment, and so far, there hadn’t been any sign they could manage it. James had been ready to pounce, to seize the Washingtons’ house."What the hell did father and the Washington family agree to in the first place?" James thought, clenching his fist. His phone buzzed, pulling him from his dark musings. He glanced at the screen, his eyebrows lifting in surpr