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
Emily bolted upright as the morning sun streamed through the window, its rays bathing her in a golden light. The soft sounds of birdsong drifted in but they did nothing to soothe her frayed nerves. She fumbled for her phone on the bedside table and checked the time - 9:23 a.m. She ran to the bathroom and as she brushed her teeth, replaying the events of the previous night in her head, trying to figure out how things had gotten out of control. In a hurry, she dressed sloppily after a rushed bath and with no time to spare, knowing her appearance was less than ideal, she rushed out the door, slowly closing it behind her. She didn't want to disturb her mother, who was exhausted after a long day at her salon and finally getting some rest. Carefully, she mounted her bicycle, which had been propped up against the house and began to pedal slowly, taking care not to draw any attention to herself. For a seventeen-year-old, Emily was an extremely independent and hardworking individual
As Emily's shift came to an end, she gathered her things and headed for the door. But just as she was about to leave, she remembered that she hadn't thanked Michael for stepping in earlier and stopping that woman from hurting her. She felt a pang of guilt, knowing that she should have expressed her gratitude sooner. Determined to thank him before she left, Emily rushed into the kitchen and collided with Michael, who was just emerging with a tray laden with cups of lemonade. The collision caused him to lose his grip on the tray, and the cups tumbled to the floor, their contents spilling everywhere. They both stood there, stunned by what had just happened."Goodness!" Michael exclaimed, his jaws clinched. "What's the matter with you, Em?" "Oh my God, I'm so sorry," she cried as she knelt and gathered the shattered glass into the tray. Michael stared at Emily as she cleaned up the mess on the floor. After a few seconds, he bent down to help, his movements a bit jerky and agitated. As h
Rebecca glanced up at the clock as the last customer of the day walked out the door. It was already past five, and she was eager to close up and go home. The silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity, until Rebecca finally broke it. "How about we go for ice cream?" she suggested, a smile on her face. Victoria perked up at the mention of ice cream, her face lighting up. Rebecca gave a little nod and stood up, tidying the last few things before closing up the shop. They walked out to the street and hailed a cab, giving the ice cream shop's address. As they rode, Rebecca could feel Victoria's excitement building. She smiled, glad to have something to lift her friend's spirits. "Here we are!" Victoria said as the cab pulled up to the ice cream shop. She paid the driver and the two of them stepped out. "How are Jake and Giselle doing?" Rebecca asked as they sat down at a table. Just as they were settling in, a server approached their table. "What flavor would you like?" he
"Rise and shine, honey," As Rebecca swayed into Emily's room, she sang. "Mom?" Emily spoke sleepily as she sat up, her eyes squinted. She checked the time on her phone, and it was 8:15 a.m. "How come you're up so early? You don't get up till about 10:00 a.m.""It's Saturday, Em, how about some morning tea?" Rebecca asked, raising her brows in a 'remember?' manner. "How can I forget the tea that nourishes my body?" Emily sneered. "You can mock it all you want, but trust me when I say it's good for you." "Now get dressed and come downstairs." Rebecca said and went out.Emily groaned and pushed herself out of bed, trying to remember how she ended up on her bed. The last thing she remembered was standing at her window, staring incessantly at the sky. She shook off the thoughts and made her way to the bathroom carefully. Emily walked downstairs to see her mother as soon as she was done. "Here it is." After she took a seat, Rebecca handed her a cup of tea. "What is it about this tea
"Aren't you going to answer your phone?" Emily asked.Giselle's phone had been ringing ceaselessly."I'm not ready to talk to her now." Giselle said."Who?" Emily asked, confused."Jake's mom." Giselle answered and Emily furrowed her brows."Jake's mom is not my mom." Giselle said after a deep breath."How do you know that? ""Jake told me. We were having an argument about something and it just came out of his mouth. I can't believe she told her son and didn't feel the need to tell me. My dad also kept it from me," Giselle said, and her eyes widened. "This explains why she never gives me the nourishing tea," Giselle said, the last part more to herself. "Nourishing tea? "Emily furrowed her brows. "Yeah." She turned to Emily. "She always gives Jake what looks like a herbal tea, three times a week. She said it'll nourish him, but she would never give me. Tell me Em, I'm I not fit to be nourished?" "My mom gives me a herbal tea too." Emily said, turning to look at Giselle. "She would a
Emily felt like throwing her burger at Elsa but she stopped herself. It was too delicious to let even a single piece go to waste.Giselle pressed her lips thin and wanted to do some lashings, but she stopped her too. She doesn't want to ruin her mood. Giselle and Emily were childhood friends, they went to the same school and they were known to be better in tongue lashing than a physical fight. Most times, they tongue lashed people and go home body lashed. They finished their meal and walked out of Nich's eatery after paying the bills.It was already afternoon and the sun shone without mercy. Her head began to spin and she closed her eyes and held tightly to Giselle's arm, Giselle walked her to the car because even when she opened her eyes she saw nothing, everywhere seemed dark. "Em, are you okay? " Giselle was worried. Emily didn't say anything so she decided to drive her home. When they arrived, the door was locked, Emily handed Giselle the key, her mother had probably gone to work
It was 7:30pm on Friday and Emily had texted Micheal to meet her at the junction, her mother would never let her go to any kind of party... So she told her mother after dinner, that she was tired and she would like to go to bed early.When she got to her room, she started thinking of ways to leave. She thought about using the back door, but she has to go through the kitchen... Bad idea, her mother always stays in the living room till it's 10:30pm to watch her favorite TV show, and there's no way she can walk to the kitchen without her mom seeing her.She paced up and down in her room and her phone buzzed in the back pocket of the sweatpants she was wearing, she pulled it out and Giselle was the one calling.On the phone: "Hey girl, are you prepared? Just arrived at your house now. " Giselle said"Don't come inside, " "Why? ""My mom. She'll get suspicious, I mean, you've never come to visit me by this time of the night. ""I'm coming in. ""No, Gee. Wait-" Giselle hung up on Emily. (
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
"How is that even possible? It should only affect a hybrid." Emily took a few steps close to Nicholas. "He's only a werewolf, right?"Nicholas nodded. "I'm as confused as you are." "A witch spelled it... Maybe Elsa can help. I'll go get her." Emily left Michael's house scared and worried that something bad would happen to Michael if they didn't take action on time. She walked at a fast pace and she bumped into Giselle, who also looked worried and distressed."I can't find Victoria," Giselle complained. "She's not at her store and she's not home; it's weird.""She has definitely gone in search of Jacob." Emily said."And it doesn't bother you? Shall I remind you that half of my family is missing because of you?""Of course it bothers me, and I feel terrible about it.""Feeling bad won't make any difference. We need to save Jacob.""Gee, Chris is still recovering. Sydney is not on our side and Michael got stabbed by a weapon that's spelled to kill only a hybrid, but it's killing him."
Elsa held up her fist and cast a repose spell on Sydney, which caused him to slump and roll down the stairs."Michael!" Emily screamed, and they all rushed to him as he groaned loudly. Blood oozed from his shoulder, where the golden dirk was stuck."Pull it out!" He told Jacob, who used his left hand to press him down before he sharply pulled out the golden dirk with his right hand.A deep growl escaped Michael's throat as he quickly clutched at this bleeding stomach. Jacob helped him up with an arm around his shoulder. Nicholas rushed over to the sleeping Sydney and carried him."We should go." Elsa shouted, and they all charged in the gate's direction. "Wait!" Emily's words caused them to halt. "My father... I wanna go find him." "I'll come with you." Jacob said without hesitation. He took Michael to Elsa, and she collected his arm and took it around her neck. "Go," Jacob told Elsa after she had collected Michael, and she nodded.Jacob and Emily hurried away to look for Richard. A
Richard moved quickly, carrying an unconscious Emily in his hands, to the raven enclave.It was already noon when he arrived, and he walked in an open spot where the guards keeping watch would see him easily.Before he approached the gate, the guards saw him and immediately gathered themselves around the gate, waiting for him to get closer, and when he did, they opened the gate immediately, positioned with their weapons.As Richard strode in, his eyes scanned the very familiar community."Blake!" He yelled, "I have the hybrid!"Just then, Blake flapped his wings from behind the guards as they made way for him, and he landed in front of Richard."I brought her already. Can I get my wings?""Not yet, brother!" Blake hollered. "Where is the golden dirk?""I don't have it,""What do you mean, you don't have it? You would undoubtedly take it after killing the ravens.""Well, I didn't. It was almost sunset. I had to rush here with the hybrid, can't afford to get my wings burnt."Blake studi