Ginger stood in the doorway of her mother's room while at the same time scowling at her mother's rash nature. A few minutes ago, an undead had blatantly walked up to their door and demanded that Yasmin follow him. Ginger didn't need a spell to understand what was going on. Yasmin had gone against the safe blueprint they had made. Instead of waiting for the yearly (day of the dead) which was, by the way, the safest map out they could follow, her mother had probably spilled about Olamide being the attribute causing Lilith to shift all their plans. The vampire was simply obsessed with making her plans come to actuality.
"You cannot be seriously considering doing the spell tonight."
"Why not?" Yasmin demanded. "Both the attribute and the relic are at the same location. A powerful sleep spell should be able to disarm the werewolves while we retrieve them."
"Mother, make protection spells for the Crow. It won't work."
"It will," Yasmin assure
Spill your hearts right now or I'll leave you in suspense. What would you do if your mom did this?
JASON She shot me an incredulous look as she pistoned away from my penis. The light of the moon had been replaced by foggy mists that sizzled out of our bodies. I was angry too. Mad even. An infection was festering in her soul. The stench of the witch was very much there now. It was a wonder how I hadn't been able to sniff it out earlier. I had been betrayed. I wondered if she realized I knew her secret. I had opened myself up to her. I had given trust a chance and like my wolf and I had always inferred, Olamide had shattered it. What right did she have to be angry? She knew I was someone who had done terrible things. I was obnoxious and used to having my way. Those were the flaws in my person. The only gruesome thing that the goddess could have shown her. So ignoring the look of betrayal she shot at me with those doe eyes, I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her down the platform where eyes could not see us. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Valentine run the
DAVID Coffee was not even my forte but I had waited for him three miles away from.his pack grounds. He had asked me to wait. He had promised that he would come and while I had my doubts, I obliged. What else was there to do? I would rather have a sexy as fuck man stand me up on the date he proposed than further dig into the messed up stuff my sister had preoccupied herself with while she was alive. As I glanced out through the forest grounds again, I caught a glossy black motorcycle roll to a stop in front of where I sat. Suddenly, the nerves I had been trying to suppress in my stomach flared. All of a sudden, I felt shaky, my skin got clammy, and I thought I might pass out. He pulled off his helmet and held it in place on his thigh with one hand while another ran through his moist hair. I straightened my shoulder and put on a smile when he looked my way. "Well, hello," he said, lowering his arm and giving me a megawatt
SOFIANEWhen your mate is in danger, there is a part of you that knows. A crucial part of yourself that senses their discomfort. It happened while I was scavenging my fridge for a beer. That feeling made the hairs on my back tingle. Someone was afraid. Candice was afraid and if there was something that could make that witch send out a wavelength. It had to be death. I scurried over to the living room, a mess of ruffled clothes and scattered beer cans to find my phone. I needed to call David. Hitting the buttons that popped up furiously, I managed to find his contact but the damn thing always went to voicemail. Upon remembering that David had visited his family Manor nights before, I tried the landline and prayed he was available. Someone did answer me but it was not David."Hello," the feminine voice greeted. "This is Arielle. What is your business with the Blossoms?""Arielle, is David around? I need you to give him the phone. It's urgent." I knew Arielle
JASONI was still marveling at the fact that my eyes were opened. The foggy skies were ten times a better sight than the torture I had to go endure whilst my eyes were closed. It was happening again. Witches were coming after those I loved. Except, something was different this time. They were only after one person and right now, that person despised me. I remained engulfed in my thoughts when a husky voice broke into them. "Are you alright?" My head instinctively whipped to the right. Kneeling over me was that blasted Hobbstone Alpha. Sprawled behind him was David Blossom. An anger arose within me and I was forced to sit up. The nerves in my body punished me as I did so but the resent I felt for those blasted Blossoms was stronger than the wreaking ache that washed over my body. "What is he doing here?" I demanded, reaching out to grab a hold of his shirt only to be stopped by Sofiane. "He helped deflect the sleep spell cast on you," Sofiane inform
OLAMIDEThe air stung my nostrils as my senses returned. My eyes were misty and my eyes were blank for a moment. I heard a voice. They sounded distant yet so dangerously close. As my breath slowed, I made out two figures hovering over me."She's awake." One of them muttered. "Told you my vampires were gentle. Now, begin the ritual."I could see a bit more clearly but only when I squinted my eyes enough. The room was dark and I would be blanketed by the darkness if there weren't a few red candles scattered across the room. My memories came back hazy. I remembered being chased by that witch. The one who had attacked Jason. I remembered how he told me to run. I had obeyed despite hating the entirety of his being. My legs had done their best but they weren't enough. Someone caught me. Something caught me. I remembered how the creature with pitch-black eyes slammed me against a tree then my entire world turned dark.I sensed my claustrophobia about to kick in, afrai
OLAMIDEFire and heat ricocheted past us as we ran from our attackers. There was something in the shrubs. There are people in the shrubs and they wanted us dead. My body shook as we pushed past blades of grass that tore through my skin like they were sheets of paper."Take the children." Someone told my mother. "I'll stall the Silverlaws.""You'll die." My mother panicked in the Yoruba dialect. "We can make it. The threads assure me.""But we both know the threads will only protect you. If I can change how situations turn out. Maybe our children will not have to die."He looked hopeless. They both did. With tears in her eyes, my mother accepted the heavy mantle my father has placed on his shoulders and cupped his face to kiss him. As they ended the kiss, something in the shadows whooshed in their direction. It was a blur but before the attacker could cause any real damage, the man stopped in his tracks. His katana clanged to the ground and his knees
OLAMIDEA fray of red swayed to the floor. My mother's threads. That was what they were. All my life, I had believed I was ordinary. I wanted to latch on to that fickle reality and it had only taken one sentence to shatter my entire world. The Silverlaws...Weren't those the same people I saw in Jason's memories? I plucked the thread from the ground and looked the witch straight in the eye."My mother..." I stammered. "Why is she behind me? Is she not safe?" I demanded with tears blinding me. "Don't tell me they are dead. Don't tell me her sacrifices were not worth it."The door far from us opened and a young beautiful woman paced towards us. She did look elegant and she walked with an ethereal grace but the look in her eyes was menacing. She eyed me intently. Taking every inch of my existence. She was part of this. It was a wonder that such an innocent-looking being could be so evil. My heart sank admitting to that piece of truth. Her next words cemented my fears and made i
Satake woke in a standing position. Except his feet were barely touching the floor. Head bowed forward, the muscles in his body twanged. Something was banded across his chest. A crest of some sort and it stung. His body felt numb. Especially his back region. He tried to move only to realize that his arms were wrenched above him, his wrists hemmed together. He wriggled but couldn’t move much. The air around him was musty with a lingering scent of blood.Flickering his eyes a hundred times to adjust to the darkness, Satake came to be fully awake. He tried to talk but he could only wince as a sharp pain shot up his body. His jaw was messed up. His foggy memories were beginning to prop up. He had remembered resisting after that damn witch had attacked him with a cursed weapon. He also vividly remembered being driven to unconsciousness by one of her vampire pals. His sight cleared slowly and in time Satake came to realize he was in someone's living room. There were rugs rolled up to a
Olamide walked out of the Crimson lane house unscathed. Witches and warlocks from the Primrose coven gathered around the house with the sole aim of retrieving Yasmin Maplewood. Olamide locked her arms with her brother as the Primrose coven witches surrounded them. Yasmin didn't resist arrest. Jason handed her over to the eldest member and watched as the aged warlock slapped handcuffs engraved with various sigils to Yasmin's open hands. The sigils glowed brilliant green as they clasped shut. "What happens to her?" Jason demanded."She will be tried by the high courts. Her powers will be stripped and she will be jailed for a very long time. I can however assure you that Ginger Maplewood will not know the pain of losing her mother. The Primrose coven will do its best to protect her." Olamide's eyes drifted from the conversing supernaturals. Far from where she stood, She noticed Sofiane walking towards an almost totaled car. In his hands was the limp body of David
Only you have the power to save them... a sweet voice reminded me...Save them allThe memory of my mother reared up before me, so intense that for a minute the greens of the forest plundered in my vision, the image of it transposed over the frozen horror to come. I smelled the rain, felt the coolness of fresh air running through my face and hair. I remembered the feats my mother has performed with her gifts, the stance she took when she chose to heal ravaged the recesses of my mind. The bearing of her breath in the cold night when she helped dying animals and plants, the isolated moment I saw her drain ichor from a coyote that stole her goats. The sigil atop my palm glowed hot and sang to every memory. And finally, I understood what the power my mother had left in my protection did. What it meant and why it was converted by many. All that power resided in me to create balance and the frozen picture before was not harmony. Single stran
"Don't do this..." Lilith pleaded. "I love you Mamu."Deji pulled his sister close as Lilith spewed that blasphemy. His brows jerked high as he silently implored how the vampire countess could tell herself such a lie. "And you love me too." Lilith insisted. “I know you do. Just hand over the girl. Give her to me Mamu. I will forgive you.”“Shut it!” Deji slammed, pulling his sister even closer. "You do not get to tell me what to do anymore."“When...” Lilith for the first time faltered. Her attention left Deji and lingered on Jason. She remembered those black smokes that shot out of his hands. It took that little for her to come to a conclusion. With a splay of hands, she picked the Alpha from the floor causing Yasmin to retrace her steps from the Relic–Alpha duo. "This all started when your so-called gifts hit him. What the fuck did you do?" The look in her eyes was clearly maniacal. Her irises were crimson red and the white parts were oily orange. Veins of
JASON There was something truly horrific about watching your allies die. Even the volatile ones. As David dropped to the floor with petrified eyes, my heart skipped a beat because his death was more than losing an ally. Our lives were on the line. Seconds trickled by. It turned to minutes but the worst had yet to happen. I took one good look at myself then at Sofiane. We were still very much alive. I wasn't even sure what to believe anymore but one thing was painfully clear, I was terrified. I hated to admit it but for the first time in a long time, dying scared me. Lilith licked her bloody fingers and let out a maniacal laugh. "How unfortunate," She said, her eyes sewn onto the body on the floor. "He broke the spell before he died. How noble." Did that make things better or worse, I pondered. I reckoned with the latter because, in all honesty, I expected nothing but the worst from the now late surviving Bloss
Yasmin continued to slice onto Satake Crow's skin, ignoring his screams for help and the obvious opposition that has managed to sneak past a coven of vampires and her maze of chaos. Crimson blanketed over her hands reminding her she was executing a sin. A moment of relapse causes her to look back into the eyes of the dying relic. She could tell he was begging for mercy even when his mouth couldn't move. "You have come too far," Yasmin told herself. "You can't back out now." The witch reminded herself that Lilith would have the intruders cornered in no time. The scythe sliced through Satake's flesh and bones like it were butter and soon, Yasmin noticed his beating heart. She spared Lilith a look for security. The countess of death had her hands on the now unconscious attribute's throat. Her eyes however were not on the Aloha werewolves who had broken in. Her gaze lingered on the vampire she had sired as he too was unconscious. The bright side to things though was that Lil
Two wisps of smoke shot in Lilith's direction. One burst into Olamide's chest rendering her unconscious. The second flew in Lilith's direction, aiming for her cold heart but before the disintegrating ball of darkness could hit Lilith, Deji jumped in front of her causing the darkness to hit him instead. Like Olamide, Deji collapsed to the floor, both living their worst nightmares.IntermissionThe room was dark but below a flickering lightbulb was a woman dressed in a satin black nightdress that accentuated her features and complimented her dark skin. She looked familiar to Deji. As he strained his eyes through the window of the girl's apartment, a spark burned bright in his mind. This was the human girl bound to the chair. Why, he wondered. Why was he here? He barely knew the woman. Deji pondered if he was in her head. He tried to move to make sense of the situation on groun
Two wisps of smoke shot in Lilith's direction. One burst into Olamide's chest rendering her unconscious. The second flew in Lilith's direction, aiming for her cold heart but before the disintegrating ball of darkness could hit Lilith, Deji jumped in front of her causing the darkness to hit him instead. Like Olamide, Deji collapsed to the floor, both living their worst nightmares. ***Intermission Candice Blossom's world grew darker as she threaded a familiar forest. This was a memory. One she remembered like yesterday. The night it all went to hell. "Why am I here?" Candice asked herself. Her lips weren't moving. Neither did she have control over her legs. In fact, the only thing she had power over was her sight and all she could do was continue to watch as her legs jogged into a clearing. There was a man slumped to the floor. A woman was above him.
JASONSofiane pulled open the gates and we slipped in, breaking off leaves and stumbling over a low ground shrub but managing to step high and land on a cobblestone pathway that we followed toward the side of the property. The night was opaque and sheltered amid the vines and overgrowth, but the moon was still very bright and that gave us werewolves an advantage. If we stepped out into the open, we would be noticed. The expanse was crammed with long teeth. With a stake in one hand, I darted aside a long, hanging vine heavy with flowers and crept close to the finewood-sided house. I signaled to Sofiane and he nodded in understanding before disappearing to the back. If he entered through the rear, we would find each other inside. So that left me with David. Tilting my head into one of the walls, I listened, honing my senses toward the house and beyond the walls.A scream alerted me. It sounded like Satake and I fucking lost it! I was about to burst through a dust
Satake woke in a standing position. Except his feet were barely touching the floor. Head bowed forward, the muscles in his body twanged. Something was banded across his chest. A crest of some sort and it stung. His body felt numb. Especially his back region. He tried to move only to realize that his arms were wrenched above him, his wrists hemmed together. He wriggled but couldn’t move much. The air around him was musty with a lingering scent of blood.Flickering his eyes a hundred times to adjust to the darkness, Satake came to be fully awake. He tried to talk but he could only wince as a sharp pain shot up his body. His jaw was messed up. His foggy memories were beginning to prop up. He had remembered resisting after that damn witch had attacked him with a cursed weapon. He also vividly remembered being driven to unconsciousness by one of her vampire pals. His sight cleared slowly and in time Satake came to realize he was in someone's living room. There were rugs rolled up to a