“Thanks for the ride.” I got off his motorcycle and unclipped the helmet on my head.
Handing it to Tobias, he also took off his helmet and placed them on his thighs.
“I wish we could stay longer.” He pouted, giving me that p
I sat in front of my vanity, staring at my reflection with my hands clasped on my silk dress. Heaving a sigh, I shook my head to get rid of the unwanted thoughts but my mind didn’t seem to comply. Until my legs began to bounce uncontrollably, teeth bared, as I gripped the cloth tight. I fluttered my eyes close and tried to deviate my attention from something else, but these nagging thoughts were just unbearable.Aside from contemplating what might happen at the party tonight, Aunt Odessa’s actions this morning filled my head. Since the
Valerie wore a champagne-colored dress and her wavy hair cascaded flawlessly down her waist, covering the bite mark on her back. She was in full glam and she was dazzling in highlighter that made her look beyond gorgeous. She was truly the light of the party because she was so fine.Smiling at her, she moved closer to us as Tobias's gaze drifted towards her. He immediately caught Valerie’s attention, halting in front of us with a surprised look. She stared at Tobias in awe, her brows were raised and lips slightly parted. They looked like they&rsqu
What was he trying to say? I asked myself with my brows slightly knitting together.
What was I supposed to do now? the only question that had been stuck in my head.As soon as I got the confirmation I needed, I didn’t know how I should feel about it. All I had were mixed emotions boiling inside of me as my fear started to surge in. My heart tightened, my breathing shortened, and there was a sudden pit in my stomach. Staring distantly ahead of me, I let this information take in and thought about this situation. Right after this moment, I could neither talk to Giofré nor Valerie without thinking about werewolves.
Facing everyone today was nerve-racking. After what happened last night at the party, the truth that unfolded in front of me, I kept questioning myself what the next step would be— if I was willing to ignore the consequence for telling the organization about Giofré. I was cautious and hesitant because I knew that I would be hurting some people along the way, and I didn’t know if I could bear with the resentment they would have towards me. As much as I detested being indecisive, the paranoia and anxiety were consuming me and I couldn’t help but think about not finishing what I’d started.
I would advise listening to the song "Arcade" by Duncan Laurence ft. FLETCHER for this chapter. Specifically in the third scene where Portia and Tobias had a conversation.
I returned home after this long and exhausting day, too consumed by the overwhelming occurrence. I felt as though the world just made a fool of me, that all of these were just a big joke and I was supposed to laugh it off to somehow get over the pain. My chest felt heavy, so was my head from the continuous tears I let out while I was talking with Tobias. I was filled with disbelief after all of the things he’d said to me that I didn’t know what to feel anymore. There was a part of me that became paralyzed, numb, and the fact t
For the entire time, I was in the Silver Stag, they’d thrown me nothing but weird glances, constantly chattering about the reward when I would pass some of the platoon members in the hall. Instead of feeling relieved that a werewolf was found, they seemed rather bitter and they weren’t afraid to show their resentment towards me. Aside from the reward, I also heard them talk about Tobias who they thought had disappeared out of the blue. They could keep guessing and they could repeatedly ask me about his absence all they wanted
A few years later I peered through the oven before grabbing the potholder and pulled it open. The smoke and the aroma of the freshly cooked chicken made its way through the kitchen, as I laid it on the counter. I saw someone moved at the side of my eye and when an arm suddenly laced around my lower torso, I giggled and turned my back around to face Giofré. “Hey,” he said in a husky voice before leaning his face to me and placed a kiss on my lips. I curled my lips to a smile and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Hey, hun. Have you already considered my proposal?” “You’re making it sound like we’re dealing a business matter.” Giofré chuckled before pulling away from me. He moved to my side and opened the fridge, getting a glass pitcher before continuing, “I’m still not sure about it.” “Why not?” I shrugged. “I mean, we’re not leaving this town completely. There’s
It had been a few months after that tremendous crisis we had gone through in defeating the dark soul and the other supernatural creatures that dared to destroy our living. We had survived that tribulation and we managed to get back up and rebuild everything that was destroyed, especially our pack. It still hadn’t struck us that the war was over, and the crippling anxiety was still lingering around. But those circumstances taught us the biggest lesson in life: no matter how hard it gets or how unbearable life gets, you get back up and fight. It felt as though we were trained as soldiers—battle through hardships and face the biggest hurdles that came along the way, not knowing if we would survive. But we fought anyway because we had some people to protect—those people we cared about. I once thought that, perhaps, I was supposed to get rid of all the pain in order to find genuine happiness. But I figured,
The veins bulging from Elspeth’s face began to diminish and she fluttered her lids open, gasping for air as she came back to life once the knife was pulled out of her. But when she tried to move from her spot, she failed because her body seemed to froze because of the spell Aunt Odessa cast upon her. With fury building up in her eyes, she stared at Aunt who was chanting under her breath while sprinkling some salt on top of her. She screamed in torment as soon the particles touched her skin, and I could imagine how much it must’ve hurt her. It might’ve felt like there was a burning sensation on her flesh because of the smoke her skin emanated as soon as the salt landed on her. She groaned loudly, too loud that not even the rainstorm could overpower her ear-splitting voice. As Aunt Odessa continuously chanted the Latin words written on the pages, the wind became more aggressive, making me almost lose my balance. The candles were still lit and the wind didn’t swe
Agatha opened the trunk as I dropped Elspeth’s body inside, with the knife still plunged in her back. Her pale skin turned to grey and purplish veins became prominent on her skin, some even bulged in her neck and face. As soon as I got Elspeth inside, I turned to look at my right and spotted Lucas and Weston, running toward the car while Lucas lifted a body on his shoulder. I motioned them to hurry and, once they were already in front of me, Lucas dropped the body beside Elspeth. His face immediately came into my view—eyes shut close, mouth parted, and his skin was almost as pale as Elspeth. My heart clenched at the sight of him and I couldn’t help but cover my mouth in shock. I hadn’t seen him after the incident and it pained me tremendously that this was what happened to him. All of these, defeating the dark soul and the vampire, was for him and the pack. Though his loss caused me to be wretched inside, it brought out the suppressed st
We arrived at the mountain of witches, venturing through the forest with my arms wrapped around the book protectively. All of their attention averted to me as soon as we halted, so I roamed my eyes around and took a deep breath. “Aunt!” I shouted, but my voice was overpowered by the thunder. “Aunt Odessa, we have something for you!” The vigorous wind caused the leaves that had fallen from the trees to fly around us as we scooted closer to one another. And just as I thought that Aunt Odessa wouldn’t appear immediately, I heard her voice from behind me saying, “Portia.” I turned my back to face her and when she noticed the book in my grasp, there was a sudden spark in her eyes. She tugged her thin lips to a half-smile and slowly approached our vicinity. “We got the grimoire you were looking for.” I
Our clothes were soaking wet because of the rainstorm and we had to drop by in Giofré’s house to find some clothes to wear. And since almost all of our stuff were stuck there, we managed to change our clothes so we could head to our destination which was the library. Library of Hillford was the oldest library in this town and was the main library of this city. It was one of the largest libraries in this country, containing the oldest—ancient—books that only the Hillford was authorized to have. I remembered, during high school, I had been there once. It was for a research and when we got the chance to use the computers, we found some skeptical files in there that the librarian was quick to notice. As soon as they thought we were snooping around—like what usual highschoolers do—we were kicked out. That was the only memory I had in that place, never had I thought that the grimoire would lead us to that lib
I approached the voice and, as I got closer to the end of the hall, the light of the torch reflected to the iron bar where I spotted Weston, seated on the ground near the rusted bars. He was staring at me in dismay, his eyes hinted sorrow as if he was about to tear up. He tilted his head down to hide his face, shifting from his seat before he sighed. “Weston,” I mumbled his name, walking closer before crouching down beside him. The muffled groan of the werewolves inside this place was the only thing I could hear aside from our heavy breathing. “I’ll get you out of here.” I gripped my free hand on the bar and immediately flinched as soon as I realized that it was made of silver. Silver tarnishes because of the sulfur substance in the air. “You can’t get me out of here.” His voice was laced with hopelessness. “And I do not know if I can still fight.” “If I can muster enough strength, t
Under the stormy night where darkness engulfed the forest and the trees were soaked up with rain, their branches falling on the ground as their leaves rustled, we ventured through the woods and hid behind a huge rock that stood just in front of the warlock’s tower. We viewed the vampires guarding the place from afar and we kept our noises as inaudible as possible so they wouldn’t sense that there were other creatures around. As we held the wooden stakes, with Agatha holding the crossbow, we all stared at each other to plan for an attack. “There are about twenty of them outside the tower, and some were roaming around inside,” Lucas said, peering through the huge rock as Agatha and I leaned against it. “We already manage to escape kill most of them last time, I’m sure we can do it again. Maybe we have more advantage because of these weapons.” “But what if the warlock suddenly shows up?” Agatha asked and I sighed in frustration. &nb
“We’ve been in the dwarves’ village to find some answers. They told us that only the witches have the ability to resurrect a dead body. But since the nature wouldn’t allow this loophole to maintain the balance, it was near to impossible to find a grimoire containing a complex magic,” I told Aunt Odessa but she shook her head as if disagreeing from what I said. “There’s, indeed, a grimoire containing the spell that could resurrect any creatures.” She pulled away from me, her hands falling to her side as she started pacing back and forth. I glanced at Lucas and Agatha and noticed that they were already shivering from the cold atmosphere, but they chose to stay in my vicinity to watch me intently as I talked to my aunt. Agatha mumbled something under her breath, mouthing what now to me. “You’ve seen the grimoire?” I asked, raising my brows and casually glancing