Spent the night with Clive She looked more like an administrator than a killer. "I'm sorry to stop you. I'm Norma, Mr. Fitzwilliam's personal assistant. I was asked to give you this.” She handed me a black velvet box. "It was delivered this morning. The Magister wanted to make sure you had it before you left the protection of his house."With a curt nod, she turned and walked back down the corridor. My nose determined that she was fully human, and that made sense. He needs people to work during the day.Pushing all my thoughts aside, I focused on what she handed me. I opened the box and found the necklace. It was different from my mother's, but, on the other hand, my mother was not a jeweler. The necklace was longer than the pendant, but not by much, which meant it wouldn't get in the way when I reincarnated. I didn't recognize the metal used. He did not fire, so it was not silver, but a lighter and brighter metal. Thin metal threads were woven into something like a narrow cage that
Corey's curse"ABOUT." I came not only from a family of witches but also from a family of black murderous witches? Wow.“So you said your mother was Bridget, right?""Yes."“I think Bridget had a younger sister. I do my best to listen to the whisper of the wind, but I doubt I've ever heard the name. To be honest, I wasn't even sure there was Corey in this generation. They could easily end their race. I can't stress enough how reclusive and secretive they are. But I'll see what I can find out. I have my ways."“I know you can. Thanks, Mom. We really appreciate it. Someone was taunting Sam, trapping her in visions, trying to kill her. We think it's a black witch or a sorcerer, maybe even a demon. Any information you can give us will help keep Sam safe, okay?"There was silence on the line. "Mom?""Oh, dear. Too bad you didn't tell me about this sooner. This could be it, Corey's curse." Was it a curse named after my family? Of course, it was. Owen gave me a startled look. “Um, what are y
In which she learns the fastest way to piss off a witch"I mean, okay." A scarred book nerd in shapeless clothes couldn't be anyone's fantasy.And that would suit me just fine. I was content with a quiet life, books and booze, periodically dreaming of a vampire, but now everything has changed. The safe, predictable life I thought I'd lead was turned upside down. I was terrified, yet I didn't feel much sadness as I watched that old life disappear."I'm sorry, Sam. I need to sort out some business. If you hear that I destroyed the whole nocturne, it probably won't be true." Clive changed gears, steering the car up a steep hill. He checked for traffic in both directions before he passed the intersection and climbed the next hill."Everything is fine." In any case, it will take several hours for my breathing to return to normal." Actually, no. I apologize for stopping by.” He reached out and squeezed mine for a moment. “Some of my kind need to be beaten to a pulp.""What's happening?""To
Clive is intimidatingly powerful for other vampires.Clive told Russell that he wouldn't give up something because of the fanaticism that mosquitoes were buzzing in his ears. Was all this rage really because of me? My stomach was cramped. Owen squeezed my knee.I didn't mean how it sounded. Vampires look down on all of us. I can only imagine how some of them would have reacted to Clive willingly touching a wolf. Owen stopped on the street a block from the store. He pulled the car into the parking lot and turned to me.“I heard there's a commotion among the vampires, so it might have absolutely nothing to do with you. I believe that some high-ranking vampire is visiting here now.And his retinue. It could be a power game to take San Francisco from Clive, or it could be a tribute visit. Based on the little vampire gossip I've heard over the years, Clive is intimidatingly powerful for other vampires."I looked out the window, remem
I woke up and already started missing you."The day passed unnoticed. It was a full moon today and I was itching to reincarnate. I constantly reached out for a new necklace, convincing myself that it was in place. Toward evening, the phone rang in the bar. "The Killed Sheep Bookstore and Bar, Sam is listening.""I woke up and already started missing you." Earthquakes and tsunamis clashed inside me.“They told me they gave you a new necklace. Are you wearing it?""Yeah. It's too pretty though. I feel weird wearing something so trendy every day," though as I said this, I couldn't help touching the necklace. "Do you know what spells Coco cast on him?""Yes. I asked her to enchant the necklace so that your mind remains your own. There should be no more visions."I exhaled slowly. "Thank you. How much do I owe her?" Because this thing must have cost a fortune. I was wondering if she would agree to pay in instalments."Koko has already received compensation for her work.""Clive.""Sam." Th
It meant a lot to me to feel you in my bed“I think we should just forget all this.” I nodded, agreeing with myself. "We will be friends. You can come in the evenings and sit over there.” I pointed to his table. "We will talk about books and films and remain friends forever. Fine?"“I'm afraid I can't do it.""Why? I heard a wolf howl in my voice."“Because you are a physical pain in my chest. Every time I see you or think of you, I want nothing more than to wrap my arms around you and never let you go.” He smiled. "Most friends don't experience this kind of urge. Russell hates it when I try to hug him."I chuckled, realizing that I had been defeated. "Well, that's a stupid reason.""Maybe, but it's the best I've got." I jumped off the counter and headed to the kitchen."Great. Let's get this over with, but if this all fails, don't say I didn't warn you." I reached out to push open the
She was in towelI went around behind him, intending to surprise him, but when I went around the back of the monument, I found that the place on which he stood was empty. Where did he go? I sniffed the ground, looking for his trail, but found nothing.A low whistle came from above. And now he was already standing on top of a three-meter memorial. I sneezed, feeling a strange smell in my nose, and rushed to run from the cemetery. Clive ran as if he had wings on his feet, easily keeping up with me. We descended the slope and crossed the deserted road leading to the stables. The horses knew my scent and didn't make much fuss. However, an unknown vampire was with me tonight.As soon as we approached, the horses neighed and stomped. I didn't want to upset them, so I turned south into a large open area where we could play. The grass was tall. Clive stopped in the middle of the meadow, arms crossed over his chest, as if he was bored and waiting for me. I followed him like a lion in the Sere
Strong arms grabbed me, His lips captured mine I pressed my cold nose to his ear and he winced. And that's what he got for worrying about me. "Come on, let's take you home." I ran ahead through the dark tunnel, unaware that the night was far from over. We headed back down the tunnel to my apartment. The bookcase was still open. I ran into the room and collapsed on the carpet in exhaustion. Magic filled the room and I turned back into a human. Clive followed him in and closed the bookcase. I opened one eye and looked at him carefully. "Injured?" Crouching down, Clive ran his fingertip along my shoulder. The scar crossed my chest and this shoulder. Instead of not touching it, he ran his finger straight down the top as if there was nothing wrong with it. "Of course not. I was only concerned about you. You may be cruel, Sam, but you are still far more vulnerable than I am." Feeling visibly naked, I jumped off the floor and rushed to the bathroom. "Be right back." I took a shower and
The both of us ventured to Coco's quaint and welcoming shop, a place filled with the comforting aroma of incense and the soft tinkling of wind chimes. It was a sanctuary of serenity amid the chaos of our enigmatic quest, a place where we could share our deepest concerns and seek solace in each other's presence. Coco greeted us with a warm smile as we entered her shop, sensing the gravity of our visit. We settled into the cozy nook by the window, surrounded by shelves adorned with mystical trinkets and ancient books. With a blend of unease, I began to recount the unsettling visions that had plagued me – the spectral girl, the waterlogged bodies, and the nightmarish river. Coco listened attentively, her eyes filled with empathy and understanding, as if she could feel the weight of my experiences.
Amidst the disorienting maelstrom of her vision, as Sam was inexorably drawn closer to the enigmatic river's depths, she glimpsed a figure emerging from the shadows. It was the same ethereal girl, the one she had encountered before in her unsettling dreams and visions. Her presence was as eerie as ever, a haunting specter in the nightmarish tableau. The girl's features remained elusive, obscured by an otherworldly aura, and her eyes held a depth of knowledge that seemed to transcend time and reality. She watched Sam with an inscrutable expression, her presence both disconcerting and strangely familiar. As Sam's journey down the dark river continued, more macabre elements of her vision began to manifest. The waterlogged bodies that had previously appeared in the waters of her bookstore bar now floated eerily around her, their lifeless forms suspend
Further into workout time at the bookstore bar, I stood behind the counter, gazing out of the window as the last traces of daylight faded into the evening. The tranquil atmosphere of my shop was shattered once again when I heard a scream. I rushed to the window, my heart pounding, and my worst fears were confirmed. There, in the dim twilight, I saw the silhouette of a lifeless body floating in the water. Dread washed over me as I realized that Randy wasn’t the one behind the rape and killings. He must have been sent if bodies keep appearing Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized that whoever was after me wouldn’t quit torturing innocent women. Anguish and rage coursed through me, but amidst the turmoil of emotions, I knew one thing for certain – I had to find the person responsible for this sinister chain of events. My mind raced as I tried to connect the dots, searching for any clues or patterns that would lead me to the elusive enemy. I retraced the moments leadin
As I waited anxiously on the couch, I knew I didn’t have to worry about forgetting anything. Clive always had everything meticulously prepared for me, down to my underwear. The thought of his thoughtfulness brought a small smile to my face, even in the midst of my fear. When I heard a knock on the door, my heart leaped into my throat. The uncertainty of whether it was Gulther or Clive sent shivers down my spine. I hesitated, frozen in fear, until my phone buzzed with a text from Clive. Relief washed over me as I read his message, confirming his presence at my door. I rushed to the door and swung it open, my heart pounding. Seeing Clive’s familiar face filled me with a mix of emotions—relief, gratitude, and a deep sense of trust. I hugged him tightly, feeling safe in his embrac
The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across Clive’s face as he lay beside me. I watched him sleep for a moment, his chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath. The world outside felt distant and unimportant in this fleeting moment of tranquility. My fingers traced the contours of his face, memorizing every detail—the strong jawline, the delicate curve of his lips, and those piercing, crimson eyes that had captured my heart. I marveled at the way love had brought together two beings from opposite sides of the supernatural divide. As I leaned in and gently kissed his forehead, Clive stirred, his eyes fluttering open to meet mine. A soft smile graced his lips, and he pulled me closer, our bodies entwined in the warmth of the sheets. In that embrace, we forgot about the complexities of our respective worlds—his as a vampire and mine as a werewolf. All that mattered was us, here and now. But, as it often happens, the peace was abr
"Sam, I can't even begin to imagine what you've been going through," Clive said softly, his words filled with empathy. "But I want you to know that I'm here for you, no matter what." His unwavering support was a source of comfort, and I found myself opening up to him about my fears, my doubts, and the unsettling suggestion of black magic that Coco had introduced. Clive listened intently, his presence on the other end of the line a lifeline in a sea of uncertainty. After discussing the nightmarish vision and Coco's insights, Clive made a suggestion that surprised me. "Why don't I come over, Sam?" he proposed. "It might be easier to talk in person, and we can explore this black magic idea together." I agreed to his suggestion, feeling a mixture of relief and anticipation. Hav
In the nightmarish vision that held me captive, the boundaries of reality and unreality blurred further, leaving me ensnared in a grotesque and surreal landscape. The relentless figures, their forms twisted and nightmarish, closed in around me like vengeful spirits hungry for my torment. Every attempt to move, to escape the paralysis that bound me, proved futile. The weight on my chest was an invisible vice, crushing the breath from my lungs, and my limbs remained immobilized, as if shackled by unseen chains. Panic coursed through me, and I could feel the cold sweat on my brow as I struggled to regain control over my body. The whispers grew louder and more insistent, their words now forming a sinister narrative that echoed through the twisted void. They spoke of ancient curses and malevolent entities, painting a chilling picture of the supernatural forces that held sway over this nightmarish realm. The erratic flickering of the neon lights above cast eerie, dancing shad
Coco's story had cast a shadow over our conversation, leaving a lingering sense of unease in its wake. Her eyes held a mix of compassion and concern as she leaned closer, her voice lowered to a hushed tone. "Sam," she began gently, "I know it might sound unconventional, but considering what you've been through, have you ever thought about exploring the possibility of using black magic to find answers or to protect yourself?" Her suggestion hung in the air, a palpable shift in the conversation's tone. I hesitated, my thoughts a tumultuous whirlwind of doubt and uncertainty. The idea of delving into the arcane and the unknown was both alluring and terrifying. Coco, ever the persuasive friend, began to share stories of individuals who had turned to such practices as a last resort, finding
In the days that followed the unsettling events and revelations, my life settled into a somber rhythm, marked by a cautious return to a semblance of normalcy. Before I resumed working at my bar, there was a period of introspection and support from my friends. Each morning, as the sun cast its gentle rays upon my apartment, I would awaken to the gentle sounds of the city outside my window. The memories of my recent ordeal still haunted my dreams, leaving me with restless nights and moments of reflection in the quiet hours before dawn. My days were often spent in solitude, grappling with the myriad emotions and unanswered questions that swirled within me. The city outside buzzed with its usual activity, yet I felt detached from the bustling world beyond my doorstep. The weight of the pendant's mystery and the looming threat of unseen adversaries cast a shadow over my every thought. Throughout this period, Clive, Dave, and Dr. Underfoot remained unwavering pillars of supp