Novels by Emzest inale

Chris laid on the bed in Sydney's room, drenched in sweat. His limbs, leaden, felt as though encased in metal and the painful flow of wolfsbane burned in his veins like acid. His eyes rolled to Benjamin, who sat on the edge of the bed like a vulture waiting for its prey to die. An evil grin played across his lips as he raised a syringe, its contents a deadly shade of green. "Dad, that's enough already." Sydney was standing beside the shelf. "You've already given him countless shots of wolfsbane anymore and you're going to kill him." He said. Benjamin's face twisted in a sneer. "If I wanted him dead, I would have done it already," he hissed, pressing the needle against Chris's arm and Chris felt the sharp pierce on his skin. Tears rolled down as he shut his eyes close, anticipating the worst. But what he heard was a crash across the room. They all looked up and found the door tossed on the other side, emanating flames, and Emily strode in. The flaming wings at her back glowed over he

Elsa sat alone in the cellar, reflecting on Oliver's words. The sun was already lowering, and she threw her gaze to the window that was situated at the top left corner. She had a limited amount of time. She stood up and began to pace the cellar. The last thing she wanted to do was let them down, and it broke her heart to think that Michael might not make it. Anything she could to prevent that from happening. She raised herself up and pounded the metal door of the cellar with her fist."I want to see Oliver."She didn't anticipate any nearby warlocks responding to her request. Plus, who ever pays attention to their prisoners? But when she heard the sound of the locks clanging, she was astounded. A warlock of about her age entered, he took her arm in a firm grip but was more gentle than the one earlier. He kept up with her pace until they reached Oliver's doorstep. He gave a soft knock and waited outside until he heard a response from the person on the other side of the door. He then o

"Who do we have here?" The man stood up from his seat and walked past Elsa."Let her go, Alaric." Philip yelled, struggling to free himself from the two warlocks who held tightly to his arm."She came here on her own, so why don't you let her decide if she wants to go or not?" Alaric smirked."Let them go." Elsa said, and Alaric spun around to face her."Since when do I take orders from a child?""I'm not a child.""Whatever. I now have your dad and his werewolf friend here, so I've got some leverage.""What do you want?" Elsa frowned."Surrender yourself to be taken for trialling." "No!" Philip yelled and struggled once more."I'll do it, as long as you let them leave here unharmed.""Believe me, I'm a man of my word." Elsa held her both hands above her head and a warlock grabbed her hands, twisting it to the back, causing her to wince and curse inwardly as he cuffed her hands, holding on to the chain attached to it. She watched them take their grip off her father and Nicholas, and

Morning came and Elsa sat up on her bed as she stretched her tired limbs and a yawn followed. Her brows furrowed; she felt something instantly, a presence of someone in her room. She slowly spun her head around and jumped out of her bed with a scream as her eyes fell on the man sitting in the small chair in her room. "Dad!" She placed her hands on her chest to settle her chaotic breathing. "You scared me." "I'm sorry." He smiled. "Did you stay up all night?" She asked. "No," He shook his head. "I came in this morning to apologise for all that happened last night, but you were asleep." "OK..." Elsa swallowed. She immediately remembered the picture she had drawn on her jotter, and she immediately went to grab it from the drawer which stood on the left side of her headboard. "Here." She flipped the page and handed it to him. "That's the building I saw in my vision and my instinct tells me that's where I'll find answers. I need to go there.""No!" Philip rose from his seat and paced t

Lights flashed and Elsa found herself standing in front of a tall and aged, crooked building looking like nothing more than a castle. With how dark and quiet it was, she wondered if there was anyone living in there. She immediately sensed something; intense power emanated from the building, then she quickly understood that the building wasn't just any building.Her guts suddenly urged her to go in and as she took a step forward, a rough wind blew, raising dust and sand that blurred her view and when she passed through the wind, she saw herself in front of a book floating in the middle of a wild flame.Sensing someone behind her, she spun around and her jaw fell from the sight of a dashingly handsome guy, probably in his early twenties. His sliver eyes glistening as the flames reflected in them. His sharp jawline and dark eyes gave him a frightening pulchritude, while his long, silky blonde hair, which flaunted around his shoulders from the mild breeze, gave him a regal look.There was

Blake raised his hands at the ravens, signaling them to seize the torture. He shook his head vigorously and yelled at her. "No! You told me your son was dead.""I lied." Rebecca maintained a facial expression void of emotion."Then how did he become..." Blake grimaced and pointed at Jacob, who had already transformed halfway. "This?"Victoria looked back at her son and fought back the tears that threatened to drop as she saw blood dripping down his body with his huge, dark wings spread out. She could barely see his skin as blood covered most of it. "A werewolf bit him during the full moon." Victoria began and turned to face Blake. "But because of his inactive raven, his body accommodated the venom and instead of killing him, he transformed into this; a pterolycus." She said.****Dickson turned off his car engine and alighted. Stunningly staring up at the high mountain as he banged the door to his car shut. He looked at Giselle over the top of his gray Mercedes. "You're sure this is i