Ariel's POV Calipsu. She was a legend in the witches' world. The most powerful of all witches, the most skilled and advanced in tropical magic and spells, that was who she was. All the witches revered her, afraid to incur her wrath upon them; that was just how strong she was. She was the leader of the witches' council before Madison, and during her time as my mother usually told me, witches were feared as demigods. She was the thirteenth member of the witches' council, and their sovereign power and glory was sometimes attributed to the number 13; a number that cleans and purifies. The number 13 brings the test, the suffering and the death. It symbolizes death to the matter or to oneself and the birth to the spirit: the passage on a higher level of existence. For the superstitious, especially with Christian folks, this number brings the bad luck or the misfortune. But for the cabalist, the number 13 is the meaning of the Snake, the dragon, Satan and the murderer. But it is a
Was it Diego? Hell no, it was his father, but he damn looked exactly like his son. If Diego had been the one staring at him, it would feel like looking at a mirror; just that the mirror would have a moustache and curly hair that was even better than his bland face and plain boy haircut. It absolutely felt like deja Vu. " Um, yeah, yeah, I'm faaaaaaaine", she was about to let go of hid grip, forgetting that her legs were still stunted and her back was still angled perpendicularly. Yeah, I was inside her, muted, shut out, somewhere inside, but still very much able to know what was going on even though I had no control whatsoever of her actions or whatever was going on - just like old times, back at the picnic memory. She was about to fall even harder as she threw her handbag upwards in a reflex action, her right leg moving up to form an angle of 95% while her left one stayed put to the ground, and for whatever reason it may be, her mouth was terribly wide open. He surg
Malia's POV I kept worrying. About Diego, about Hansel, about alpha Jace. These three men whose lives have become much harder just because of me, and I couldn't help crying myself to sleep sometimes. I felt that Hansel was getting better, even though I wasn't pretty sure if he had woken up, but alpha Jace was definitely getting worse. Hans' constant visit to the dungeon and his beatings and threats confirmed all that; he was dying. The physicians at the clinic couldn't figure out what was happening to him and couldn't find a remedy, something to treat him with. I wondered what could have gone wrong with me. He wasn't supposed to suffer from my bite, certainly not, not even when the bite was deep enough let alone when the bite wasn't so deep. There had to be an answer somewhere, a solution, an explanation as to why that was happening. The door slammed open and one of the guards walked in, with another following right behind him. Without saying a word, they both held me, ty
" No, please, stop", Diego said, likely talking to himself as he struggled to let go of my neck. Trembling, he got his hands off, tears running down his cheeks as he tried to control himself. His head moved with the intention of burying his teeth into my neck, but instead he bit into his arm, shouting in-between as he kept biting his arm. I was too astounded to even move and I just laid there, watching him try to tame the monster in him. " Tie me up now!" he said as he continued biting, somewhat making it hard to discern what he was saying but thankfully, I was quick-witted and realized what his grumbling meant. I pushed him off my body, slamming him into the wall as the urge in him tried to have him attack me, but instead he bit deeper into his arm as the dripping blood increased. I quickly got the bed sheet and immediately tackled him to the floor, tying the sheet behind his back and letting him gawk for some time. I got off him and moved to the other side of the room, trying
Patricia's POV I drove off immediately as soon as we locked up Diego in the room. I couldn't tell why dad would choose to have him locked up in that house, of all the places that he could possibly be locked up in. The house held memories that I wasn't so fond of, memories that I had buried deep inside me, sent straight to the back of my mind, and seeing the house again almost got me overwhelmed with the emotions that I had tried so hard to bury over all these years. But yet again that was predictable of my father. It was literally in his nature to torture me, to bruise me, both physically and mentally, all for the goal of making me stronger and wiser, and it was working. The fact that I walked into that house and came out without having cried myself to stupor was evidence of my father's toughening syndrome being active in me. I drove off immediately before the wall I had put up would crash to pieces, dropping the two guards at the Maester's quarters and leaving immediately t
Death. It has always been a mystery, a journey whose end no one knows. No one has ever trailed down that road and returned, and so there was no answer to any questions one might have regarding the phenomenon. But one thing was certain; that everyone, every living creature must die. For humans, their time was shorter. They mostly died at seventy, eighty, ninety, hundred, or sometimes a hundred and a few more years, but it never exceeded a hundred and fifty. For werewolves it was a bit longer - three hundred, three hundred and fifty, four hundred, and so on, but they normally did not exceed five hundred. Witches normally exceed five hundred, even reaching up to seven hundred if they do take proper care of themselves, while vampires were topping the list, being able to live for a thousand years, but normally not exceeding a thousand and two hundred. It was also believed that one goes on to another part of the world after death. The Abrahamic religions - the Christians, Muslims, and
Ariel's POV I immediately got zapped up into the familiar tunnel unconsciously, but instead of traveling down the tunnel, I started swirling around like that was inside a tornado. Drops of water appeared out of thin air, forming little screens that were showing different things, but all were of Calipsu, as if I was watching short videos of her with different screens, all passing by and rummaging with the storm inside the tunnel, giving little time for me to make out sense of what any of them were showing. The wind was picking up, blowing my hair into my face and my clothes almost away from my body. I tried to focus on the screens, but they were too much for me to focus on anyone. One screen was depicting Calipsu at another date with Diego's father, another was the familiar picnic scene, another was of both of them in bed, making love, another showed where she was casting a spell on a sleeping Diego's father, lying in the center of a witch's circle, but the one that grabbed my
" What? You do what?" I asked him, my eyes widened in surprise. " I said I know who you are. Now come on in or if what you want to say is very brief, you can say it here right now", he said, keeping me on my toes with his husky voice. " Okay", I said. He proceeded to go into the house while I followed after him. His footsteps were tired, as if he was finding it hard to carry his own weight. He led me into the sitting room; a fairly spacious one with cloth covered sofas, all giving off the aura of a warm home. " Have a sit", he said, pointing at the sofa right opposite the television. The sofas were four in total; a three in one, a two in one, and two singles, all set to fill up the space allocated to the sitting room. He sat on the one next to the television, with a sofa dividing us both, giving a considerable amount of distance. " So, what do I owe this August visit?" he asked, relaxing carefully on the sofa, preparing himself to listen to any rubbish that I had to spill
Probably, I was just being a pervert, but to be frank, the way his now relaxed dick was swinging from side to side was giving Ariana Grande's side to side ft Nicki Minaj - it was more than hilarious and I wondered if his balls won't ache since they were bouncing way too much as he ran. As he aimed to bite, Calipsu held his neck, but he was too strong and so he yanked it off. " Kei so me", she said, and a strong force pulled him away from her, throwing him off on the field. He rushed to get up but she stretched out her hands and vines and roots grabbed him by the hands - She was using the nature spell. Her hands moved more as more roots and vines trapped him to the ground, making him lie flat with his hands stretched out, together with his legs, as . if he was making a snow angel. The roots and vines also trapped his feet, holding him firm to the ground as he growled in anger, fighting to free himself. Calipsu nakedly walked majestically over to where he was and placed a finge
Set - The magical pole-like dagger was an accessory of the witches which was speculated to have tremendous power, and any witch who had it would have the dagger outrightly taken from her by the council. Set wasn't just an ordinary dagger, it was the vessel through which all could be done, and never have I imagined while studying about it, that it could be used in the way that Calipsu was using it. She jerked forward and back on top of the underlying naked man in a rhythmic manner, and the feeling up the vagina made me quite sure that his dick was way too long inside her warm chambers. Diego's father on the other hand was completely out of it. His eyes were projected backwards, as if they were running to the back of his head and his head was raised a little as he stiffened with every passing second, holding himself from doing something - from releasing his milk I think. She continued with the sexual dance on the poor guy as she placed the dagger on his stomach, the rhythm
Ariel's POV I left Diego's place feeling like someone who had just discovered that the people she had known all her life to be her parents were not actually her biological parents, and that feeling created a void deep inside my heart. Everything that I had known to be true was actually false, and that wasn't the only thing, no one, except Diego's father knew of that. That means that everyone was unknowingly living in a lie, in a fallacy, in untrue beliefs that had been sieved and restructured throughout history. " Wait, this thing that you are telling me right now, does the council of witches have knowledge of that?" I had asked him the night before. " Well, according to what my Kelly told me, they don't. Not even the powerful three black witches from Africa", he said and I raised my eyebrows in surprise, " Kelly gave me a detailed description of the people she used to work with", he said, trying to remind me that he wasn't a deity that was all knowing - omniscience. " So...
" I didn't", she retorted, her lips twitching towards the left side of her face like she was itching, " I did", she heaved, " it's actually complicated". " I don't think it is. Did you or did you not know? it's practically a yes or no question", I said, feigning annoyance. " Okay. I knew. I knew that my pack was trying to assassinate you and your father and I tried to inform you, but that was when I was captured and taken to that medical facility that treated me like a lab rat", she said, getting all teary, and I didn't even know when I mellowed down, taking her into my embrace in a tight hug. I knew she wouldn't have stayed still and watched her pack try to harm me, and I knew that she knew that I would do the same for her. " They even treated Hansel worse than me, even though he did nothing wrong, he was only trying to find me, and they captured him and almost killed him", she said, sobbing slowly and holding herself lest she releases an outburst. " I'm sorry, I'm sorry",
Grafting. The concept of grafting has always seemed far fetched for me. That particular notion of joining parts of two or more plants to make them appear as one, has always seemed theoretical to me, never. practical, not until while pursuing for a parasitology degree in Howard. We were all divided into different groups of three people each, and every group was given two fruits to graft and bring to class in the next month. My group was given an apple and a guava, and at first I thought about giving up on that particular assignment because it seemed practically impossible. Apple and guava are two different fruit species that belong to distinct botanical families and have different growth habits and environmental requirements, and as such, it is not possible to graft or grow them together on the same tree. So I thought that it would be more suitable to not even begin a task that I certainly wouldn't be able to finish. But the only girl in our group; I think her name was Halle o
Diego's POV Some people say that love is blind, and I'm quite sure that I can agree with them. Love really is blind. I had pleaded with Malia to leave before I would hurt her just like I had done in my dream, or vision, or whatever it is that was. But she was a blockhead. The type that would do just exactly that which you tell her not to do. I had thought that it was only kids that were that stubborn, but Malia was proof that the petty stubbornness can also be found in adults. After I had uncontrollably bit and sucked her blood, I came back to my normal self only when I had sucked enough and she fainted to the floor, probably because she had lost too much blood. I picked her up, almost crying, trying so hard not to think of the possibility of her dying, praying for that intention, and luckily, she began to heal. There was no doubt that the Moon Goddess was on our side. " How are you?" she asked as she opened her eyes so well, probably still healing. " That isn't what m
I must've had an ear problem. Yeah, that must have been the case. Or rather he didn't literally mean what he was saying, like he was using an idiom. That must be it. Those damn idiomatic expressions can be as misleading as hell, imagine someone walking up to you and telling you that they saw a white elephant, only for you to later figure out that there wasn't an actual white elephant, just that the person had witnessed something unimaginable. Yeah, it was always unnerving, just like when you find out for the first time that Santa Claus doesn't actually exist, it's just mom that has been placing those gifts under the tree all those years. I even knew a girl that cried for several days when she found out that the tooth fairy doesn't really exist, the poor fellow would've probably been a grandmother by then, or would have even met her demise. " Excuse me sir, you mean that she had a vampire turn you into one, right?" I asked, just to be clear. " No. She turned me into one by hers
" What? You do what?" I asked him, my eyes widened in surprise. " I said I know who you are. Now come on in or if what you want to say is very brief, you can say it here right now", he said, keeping me on my toes with his husky voice. " Okay", I said. He proceeded to go into the house while I followed after him. His footsteps were tired, as if he was finding it hard to carry his own weight. He led me into the sitting room; a fairly spacious one with cloth covered sofas, all giving off the aura of a warm home. " Have a sit", he said, pointing at the sofa right opposite the television. The sofas were four in total; a three in one, a two in one, and two singles, all set to fill up the space allocated to the sitting room. He sat on the one next to the television, with a sofa dividing us both, giving a considerable amount of distance. " So, what do I owe this August visit?" he asked, relaxing carefully on the sofa, preparing himself to listen to any rubbish that I had to spill
Ariel's POV I immediately got zapped up into the familiar tunnel unconsciously, but instead of traveling down the tunnel, I started swirling around like that was inside a tornado. Drops of water appeared out of thin air, forming little screens that were showing different things, but all were of Calipsu, as if I was watching short videos of her with different screens, all passing by and rummaging with the storm inside the tunnel, giving little time for me to make out sense of what any of them were showing. The wind was picking up, blowing my hair into my face and my clothes almost away from my body. I tried to focus on the screens, but they were too much for me to focus on anyone. One screen was depicting Calipsu at another date with Diego's father, another was the familiar picnic scene, another was of both of them in bed, making love, another showed where she was casting a spell on a sleeping Diego's father, lying in the center of a witch's circle, but the one that grabbed my