#Supernatural world#
#Activated werewolf curse##paranoid Marshalls#Looks like you are more rebellious in nature than I gave you credit for♥Elena's POV♥At the delicate crack of the moonlight, a change had begun from within. I converted my physical pain into miles of running through God knows where but my instinct guarded me through while every fore and hindsight blurred as I scaled through.The wolves had started howling and it felt like an invitation to my rightful place. It has become a fit or surrender and I was born with a warrior spirit so I ran with my wooly tail wagging behind. My hands and legs had become paws although my forepaws were larger than my hind paws.I glided through the wet grass in the woods and howled alongside the other wolves in the bayou without taking a break. It was the way my spirit chose to fly, to weave itself into the uplifting new phase of my life. Being a werewolf and the inner serenity I felt couldMy side view caught an antelope lurking far into the woods, it tried to hide from plain sight due to the horror unleashed on animals by the wolves but its giant horns stood out. I could sniff the scent of its warm blood and could smell the fear as it cowered. There was something about it that piqued my interest, although I couldn't specify if it was my thirst for blood or my wolf instinct that enjoys feeding off the fear of others, or if it had to be the full moon unleashing my cannibalistic side but I broke into a sprint and raced after the animal. Survival instinct kicked in and it ran through the misty fog to escape from me. My eyesight had become a lot more sharper and my hearing could pick the sound of a needle dropping in a lousy nightclub. Euphoria snapped inside of me as I traced the animal in a zig-zag motion, taking giant leaps, and ferociously thundering my paws on the muddy soil. The clapping of thunder heightened my motivation and not even the slightest touch of the dri
#Out in the bayou##Tribrid vs wolves##Los Angeles#You call it a problem, I call it a solution♥Elena's POV♥As if the starlight was pulsing through the graphite sky, lightning came in great networking forks as the high pitch of the thunder resonated so deep in the bayou. The once violent storm had been reduced to slight drizzles. It looked like the weather was doing so well with easing dramatic events but unfortunately for me, there was no such luck since I sucked at it."If I die tonight, donate all my organs to those in need except for my middle finger. Give that to Alice the psychotic bitch." I hissed in pain."Ah! There goes the sarcastic personality I have missed, by the way, why aren't you healing?" Mateo fastened the buttons of the jacket he placed on me without glancing at my naked body."You guys know each other?" The hoodie girl furrowed her brows."Yeah, we go way back and now that the introductions are out of
"I can feel my energy and the blood has left the surface of my skin, my cuts are still present and I can't feel my magic." I dipped my head into the water only to have Mateo's gaze struck."I should have known. This had to do with Oliver, his witches' allies must be the cause of this." He cracked his knuckles in anger."How do you mean? I know he is got witches and all but what has that got to do with me?" I sucked in a breath while enjoying the cool feeling of fresh water on my now clean pale skin."Some hours before the full moon, I saw some witches performing spells and placing bound little twigs all over the bayou.""The moment I crossed them, My magic was suppressed." I finished off with a frown and with a deep breath, a whirlwind blew past and I could feel my insides getting warm again. I could feel my magic, growing like a molten lava and immediately my cuts began to seal off and within some seconds I was as good as new."You have healed up? How?" Mat
That rug, that stupid old filthy rug, had seen more dancing shoes than a ballroom. It was where we twirled, everyone with everyone, the music escaping from every open window and door. Once the colour of cherries, now it told an earthy tale of love and laughter, of more good times than anyone is ever promised. I watched as compelled humans replaced it with a brand new black rug which will be starting its chapter with us tonight.The walls were scrubbed clean of dry crusty blood that has become a stain on the beige and cream coloured walls. The furnace burned brighter and food ranging from baked buffalo chicken wings, peel and eat shrimp with barbecue spices, teriyaki wings, crab cakes with horseradish cream, caramelized onion dips, and fresh fruit juice and soda sat gallantly on the dining table. Humans dressed smartly in a well-tailored white shirt with pants suspenders stood by the table angles with one bread knife on one hand and a glass cup on the other.Soft music diff
#The Quarter##Los_Angeles##The supernaturals#When I screamed harder, I meant the sex and not the entire relationship♥Elena's POV♥Once upon a time in a city named Los-Angeles, an explosion of heatwave erected in the air making every individual both supernatural and human squirmish and sweaty and that invited a long and lazy restlessness to the summer days. People paraded the city in wide-brimmed hats and kept trouping into the bar to order for iced drinks and liquors.The bar was stuffy and filled with people drinking, chatting and laughing excitedly. The bar was named Thunderbolt and it reminded me of a comic cartoon from nickelodeon that comprised of a supernatural family called Thunder Man. Suzy and Hilda were both dressed in jeans bum shorts while Suzy had her blouse buttons removed to expose her bosoms. We all sat in front of the barman and drank away the late afternoon that led to early evening. The air conditioner was on but it felt ineffective as a resu
The quarter was as silent as a graveyard when we stormed in around 6:05 pm. Hilda was feeding on a flute of blood and her hands were balled into fists."I know you are stressed at the moment but two emotions aid a supernatural to feed of the strength of the beast from within." Suzy walked towards Hilda and raised her chin to face her."Fear of the unknown and anger." I butted in, clearing the junks on a table, and inserted the printed diagram on the table with a thud."So you can either choose to sulk all day or assist us in talking sense into Cedric to release the people he stole from each faction." Suzy raised her hair up and packed them in a messy bun."What the hell happened?" Hilda tilted her head and from the look she gave, we had piqued her interest."Your lunatic of a dark lord kidnapped a kid from each faction to murder as a punishment to yesterday's abrupt end of the dinner." Tiana stormed in with her gigantic head tie flying all over the place.
#Factions conflict##California##factory duels#Let me remind you why they call me that dark lord, have you ever been skinned alive?♥Elena's POV♥The day was dwindling by and the sunset was finally escaping. It blossoms upon the cloud like a sweet wild clover bloom with a flourish of romance. The sky tinges a vibrant orange glow and a glossy gold upon the horizon as the evening casts her dusky gown."C'mon everyone, hurry into my brand new whip!" Hilda beckoned on everyone as we exited the quarter. "Nice whip!" Tiana said as she caressed the cream-colored car that must have cost thousands of dollars. "I know right!" Hilda grinned, revealing her white translucent pair of teeth."Wow! Hilda, did you buy a Lamborghini Urus? She is gorgeous." I took a step back slowly to admire the car. The details of the car screamed of pure grandeur. The tyre was well crafted with layers of shar
♥Suzy's POV♥Usually I'm not always one to get involved in things that don't concern my life, my family, and Elena, but seeing Amanda trying so hard to get Hilda to bury the hatchet made me want to contribute although I can't tell if it's because of her alluring beauty or her soft voice but the fact remains unchanged and that is she is willing to make amends so Hilda should give her the benefit of the doubt and move on with her."When I screamed harder, I meant the sex and not the entire relationship, Amanda, you fucked me up." Hilda paced around her room, throwing things around and breaking fragile objects like the painting of a mermaid in ceramic porcelain we got from china two hundred years ago and that hurt me to my bone marrow."And that is why I will always apologize, I'm sorry Hilda, at least invite me in so you can see that I have changed." Her tender baritone pleaded."I don't invite cunning foxes to my home, leave my window side and let me