LOGINThat night Eira tossed and turned in her bed but she never rested. The full moon looked down upon her from the sky outside through her open window. Its soothing light drove away the darkness from the
[JOSH]Even ten days after the massacre at the Black Hall, not a single soul involved that day could stop thinking about how all of it could've been prevented if only a few trustful, true words had been exchanged. The effect was seen on each one. Many lost their lives and many others people who they cared about. The signs of recovery however were blooming all around. People were forgiven for their bad deeds out of the kindness of the hearts of those who had been at the suffering end. Surprising to Josh, Eira had been strangely calm about having Raven in the mansion. The latter refused to return to the Black Hall and although she denied it, the warlock knew, deep inside she was mourning for Alexander. Nate—another surprise to him—had been chosen to represent the vampires in the supernatural coucil. The bloodsuckers had been oddly agreeable and united about peace—again another surprise for the warlock."Are you giving up already?" Josh asked when he saw Eira lazily throw the herbs in
[JOSHUA]They did it together. Raven began muttering the spell as her hand came in contact with the talisman. The witches at the door didn’t even see it coming and before they knew it, the power of the
[EIRA]Somewhere along her way, Hela found her and did not miss the chance to pounce over the witch, pinning her to the cold, hard floor underneath. As the claws on her fingers dug into the skin of her shoulder, Eira screamed but also, the very next moment, she snapped her fingers, twisting Hela&rsq
[JOSHUA]The only way was to escape. They could neither not stop the hoard of vampires nor the werewolves. There were too many of them. And the witches had his mind in a knot. How could he somehow get rid of them? They were only astral projecting. No spell could throw them off.
[EIRA]The moment she felt her feet touch the solid ground, Eira was pushed off balance. A stake she had stuffed in her pocket fell to the floor. She opened her eyes and gasped loudly.
[EIRA]Josh held her arm as she inched closer to Damien. The vampire suddenly dropped to his knees and covered his face. He was crying.Trish's corpse lay in front of them, her eyes wid
Nate frowned before replying in a flat tone, "Well, Josh will figure out a way to wipe your memory of ever meeting any of us and everything you've learnt while being here." It was Eira's turn to frown. She wanted to forget what happened at the cemetery and her time in the dungeon but the rest, well.
Damien noticed how Eira's blue eyes silently stared at him. She had put up a brave mask over her face but he could hear the frantic beating of her beat in his ears. That sound made him smirk. He strolled towards her lazily and his steps halted right in front of her. He could sense Josh's dark eyes o
As Eira watched the horrific scene unfold, she screamed—or at least, attempted to. Her fingers clutched the bedsheet covering her body and she opened her mouth to scream, as loud as she could but nothing happened.Blood trickled down her mother's long neck and she could nothing but watch. After what
Eira felt as though someone had pulled the floor from beneath her feet and she was falling—faster with each second into the depths of insanity. Her senses went numb for a while. A part of her still wished this was a joke or a dream and she would wake up soon but the other acted like a rebel, enjoyin







