London, EnglandIn a dark neighborhood on a street with very little traffic, werewolves were feasting on a human meal provided by the homeless and drug addicts.Snarls of satisfaction escaped here and there where fire-yellow eyes glowed brighter than the access barrels to warm the night. Bodies littered the alleys were being devoured, literally, by wolves, but one among them stood out - a wolf with lion's hair, no pun intended - his long nose was covered in blood and his paw rested with claws buried in the belly of a shattered man, looking down at the white she-wolf beside him who shared the meal with him.2 days earlierIn a prime London neighborhood of Shardovan Wood's Joss, the youngest of the family is celebrating her 18th birthday and her parents have left her the house to throw her own party - to her own taste and account - for her friends.WOW, HAVING MONEY IS SOMETHING ELSE, ISN'T IT?Conventional lights were replaced by strobe lights with shapes, a dance floor had been placed
The night had been one of suffering. Augusto suffering the absence of Soraia.Soraia suffering for her mother being in the hands of the scoundrel Julio Cesar.Amy suffering for Soraia's pain.Marcus suffering because Amy is suffering for her friend. Malvina suffering for Katrina. Sheila suffering for Augustus and so on. Suffering is practically synonymous with the name Julio Cesar, don't you think?Miranda, at Sheila's request, had left Soraia with her feelings in the silence of the forest, but as soon as the sun began to rise on the horizon, she left in search of Soraia again.In a clearing of rocks, Soraia hugged her knees, and found herself, her face hidden, not even bothering to lift it when she smelled Miranda, who sat beside her.- So, are you just going to sit here and wait for someone to do something for you, or do you want to do something for yourself?Soraia lifted her face and gave Miranda a hard look, which she ignored.- I hate metaphors.- It's not metaphor, it's reality
LondonThe last thing Joss remembered was her terrible, in every way, birthday party. She had tried to help at least one of her friends escape, but then a large golden yellow wolf had leapt over her head and thrown her backwards, with a muffled groan, into the wall. Joss felt something warm run across her forehead as she fell sideways to the ground and was left there semi-conscious.The wolf had been prowling and growling at her, and then, little by little, it had come closer to her body, fear making her static, licking its lips as if it was preparing to devour her - which Joss didn't doubt from everything she had seen happening around her. It was the worst birthday I've ever had Blood pooled in the tears on the side of Joss's face as the wolf came within inches of her face, its hot breath hissed as its mouth opened and Joss's eyes tried to widen, but she felt so weak that they didn't even move and to make matters worse they were blurred by her tears.Suddenly another golden yellow bl
Pearl was delighted with the buttons on the shirt of Marcus, who carried her with one arm while the other held the basket.-You've fallen in love with the buttons on my shirt, haven't you, sweetie? - she said in a sweet voice as she kissed the tip of his nose, making him and her giggle. I hope Amy and her mother love your smile," Marcus laughed, "he wasn't counting on Amy's father so much anymore, because as far as he knew he supported his wife's decisions, so...-It's time,- said the little girl, who was so busy with her buttons that she left the stuffed bunny in the basket.-God I have never asked you for anything, but now I ask you: Make Amy and her mother love this little girl, because if that doesn't happen what will I do?-I won't have the courage to take her to a shelter or to deliver her into Julius Cesar's hands.Amy and her mother laughed at something in the conversation between them after Andre left, who, of course, didn't say what he was going to do besides go see Adam. B
- Again! - ordered Sergio to Gabriel, who no matter how hard he tried, could only hit the target dummies on the face and belly, something that would be of no use when it came time to defend Sofia.- Gabriel, how do you expect to defend Sofia like this? Gabriel sighed in defeat.HALF AN HOUR EARLIER- Well, Gabriel, I wanted to take advantage of the fact that Sofia is finally free of you to teach you how to shoot, since my daughter has chosen you to protect her. Do you agree?He nodded.- And have you ever shot?- Do you count bow and arrows?Sergio laughed.- That depends, have you hit the target?- Out of every ten targets I aimed at, I hit eight.- Good," he agreed, "but what about moving targets?Gabriel now found himself embarrassed, but in front of the delegate anyone is embarrassed, imagine, the one who dates the daughter of a delegate.- Three at most, and rarely one on a given target.- Then it's time you learned never to miss the heart of a vampire. Because if you do, it will
Tears were rolling down Katrina's face. Tears and pain, not only physical from the hands and feet tied to the chair, but internal weariness, anger, loneliness and worst of all feelings was revolt. She was angry with Julio Cesar and all his mob and also fearful for her daughter. Soraia, I hope you are not doing anything crazy to find me. Unfortunately, Soraia was doing just the opposite.Night had come for a few hours and, as agreed between wolves and vampires; they searched the town for Soraia's mother, while she paced back and forth in front of Augustus, Sheila and Amy.Marcus was leading a search party, but unfortunately the black market had manufactured, on its own, a vaccine that could mask human scent-this was great for humans to dodge vampire sneak attacks, but in the case of a missing relative, such as Soraia's mother, it was useless.Amy was already shaking her knees with nervousness at seeing her friend restless, so she gave a glance to Sheila who looked at her son, but recei
The first baptismRome, Italy Winter 1800It had been raining non-stop for four days. The fog was so thick that you could barely see an inch in front of your nose, even the church of San Pedro, the largest in the world, was consumed.Consumed in the same way that the fever consumed Sira, the beautiful brunette with the clear eyes, but as downcast as her expression. It had been almost a week since she had been in bed, and her mother Helma, consumed by fatigue, was no longer sleeping well, and when she took a nap she was awakened by the screams of hallucinations caused by her daughter's high fever.-Sira, what will become of you, my daughter? - she asked herself as she caressed her daughter's burning face.-Mum?At the doorway, her son Maximus, a handsome, tall, strong boy with honey-colored hair and eyes, entered the room, invited by his mother's smile.-"So, my son, have you found someone who can give your sister peace?Maximus smiled, which filled his mother with hope. Almost three w
Days ago-Augusto?Sheila had been standing at the entrance of the tent for a while, watching her lost son looking at a photo that was probably of Soraia.- Sorry mom. As she turned to her son Sheila said, - It's okay, you're not the only one who gets lost in thought from time to time. Augusto smiled, but there was sadness in his eyes as he showed his mother the photo of Soraia hugging Amy in a smiling square.-Does nostalgia still hurt you?-Not as much as the memories.Sheila took her son's hands in hers and squeezed them lovingly as she said something she thought would make him very happy.-Your torment may be about to end.Augustus frowned.Sheila laughed.-You really have forgotten, haven't you?The doubtful frown continued.-Moon, blood, liberation, do they remind you of anything?First came a thoughtful expression, but then an illuminated glow came over her face as she said:-The baptism of blood -Sheila nodded- but Soraia won't want to do it -he remembered already all sad - un
A plane has just landed in the landing and take-off area of Lacrimal city airport, the door opens and the electronic staircase descends to the ground, and little by little, the passengers descend into the beautiful dawn still with some remnants of dawn.Among the passengers, only one person interests us. She is.A woman who returns from the past to once again make the lives of two brothers hell. She is tall, thin, but with generous curves in the right places, long and wavy blonde hair, tanned body in a provocative dark red dress at the height of her thighs, and as if all this daring was not enough, beautiful and expressive emerald green eyes.Already in the baggage belt area, the young man asks her her name to check the luggage label, and with her beautiful and shameless smile that left the young man drooling, she says:-My name is Esmeralda.A little later, with her luggage already in the trolley, heading towards the taxi area, she murmurs to the beautiful sun and the city ahead -Welc
Almost two months laterIt was May 18, 2077 of a beautiful late afternoon, that orange tone mixed with black and the sun a white dot on the horizon. Since the massacre at the camp, there were no more indications that there would be another, which only increased the apprehension of the wolves, as Bait meant, without acting, a bigger problem and with a hundred percent chance of deaths.The caution of those close to him was so great that Doctor Elena still didn't have the courage - since the exterminators were always prowling around - to study Soraia's blood that Malvina had given her some time ago.Malvina and Sergio looked at each other every time Isca called them into her room or came into theirs, always ready for a verbal attack or even a physical one, since Isca made it very clear her hatred for vampires, werewolves, and those who helped them, and especially their relatives, and when she said that she looked directly at Malvina, who often reached for her gun and only didn't draw it
♥ It's sad to say, well even to think, but as it turned out the nightmare never ends, it just takes a break to then come back with renewed force and make our hearts race and our brains ache. Everything we live, everything we feel, a whole legacy is left...Absolutely everything is renewed, and it's up to the next ones who come to know how to make them tip for the good... or for the bad. I tried to bring my friend Maya back, for good, unfortunately I couldn't.I never told her to stop when I saw the first signs that evil was pulling her. The worst thing is that it was not only me who paid for it, at her hands, because the evil she brought fell on everyone, and I helped, supporting her, but my mother also paid....I write these words because my heart feels that she is going to kill me, and consequently my mother. Too bad I didn't have time to thank the only person who really helped me, but I will leave written here what I want to say to her - Soraia, thank you so much for saving me when
Raína and Ivan are carrying bags to the metallic blue porshe parked in front of their beautiful house -they thought and discussed a lot about what Katrina had told them, and decided that before asking Soraia and Augustus for help they would need to find someone. -Are you ready? - Ivan asked with the house key in hand as he looked at his wife who nodded. Then he took the key to the lock, turned it twice, removed it and put it in his trousers pocket, smiled at Raína and they went to the car.On the way across the interstate that would take them to the bridge connecting Lacrimal City to Cardelhas and other cities, Raína called her sisters and warned them of her decision, saying that she needed to find the only person who could give her detailed information about her daughter and her death or not.Katrina and Malvina wished them good luck and faith and that if there was anything she needed, all she had to do was call them and they would leave everything to go and help her. With tears in
Passing Lacrimal city and once again we are at the local cemetery, the cemetery where Soraia had literally resurrected because once again two good citizens, and once again, the culprits are the wolves and/or vampires that inhabit here.It's almost 4pm on March 26th 2077, a day that will remain in Maya's memory until she dies, after all for us humans, she had the nerve to go to Vera and Veronica's burial.Hiding behind a dark granite and ceramic mausoleum, she watched the crowd that followed the bronze and glass coffins to the family plot. Everyone is silent, there is no wind and the clouds in the sky do not move, heads are bowed and close to each other and the coffins.Maya was possessed with anger and sadness, all locked inside herself, for she had sworn not to shed a single tear for that traitor, and she would comply.Unfortunately remnants of the Maya of the past missed her friend.A door opens and a woman, judging by her small feet with red nails and sandals with stones, enters uns
Discretely, Dr. Elena put everything Malvina would need to collect Soraia's blood in a common bag, because if she put it in her own bag or even in the personal use of nurses or doctors it would raise suspicions and questions, everything they didn't need since Bait was back to the police station, more furious than before.Malvina had already called Soraia who had already won a new mobile phone from her mother, and with her permission now with a description and with Sergio's help - because whenever the delegate was next to someone, questions were avoided, unless they came from him - so they arrived at the car, and so Malvina thanked him and left.Almost half an hour later, Malvina was already at the door of Augusto's suite, where the smiling man himself invited her to enter.An equally smiling Soraia with a plate full of grapes spread with something red, whose slight aroma indicated blood, came from the kitchen.-Hey auntie! - greeted her as she stuffed a 'caramel' grape in her mouth an
The weather was going to close in Palaços (figuratively speaking) because two rivals were going to be face to face, and only God knows what would result from this meeting.It was a beautiful day at dawn in Palaços, and it was predicted that the afternoon would be much better. So after a delicious lunch with her son and dear daughter-in-law and the Guardians, Lucia decided to go for a walk. Marcus had made a point of accompanying her, and with him of course Amy, and being so, her protectors always standing by to protect her. Lucia was still amazed at the beauty of Palaces both in the past when she had been there and now, and all the discovery and beauty was shared with Amy beside her on the pavement in front of a watch shop.Marcus was following behind with his eyes watching for any suspicious movement, as well as the protectors here and there but on the pavement.On another pavement, across the block chatting, came Velaska and Atia. Unnoticed as if they were two ordinary people, after
-Don't worry, Aunt Sheila, I'll tell Leonel as soon as he gets here -spoke Joss with the mobile phone between her cheek and shoulder as she spoke to Sheila and dried the coffee dishes. Apparently coffee for many didn't happen until after ten o'clock in the morning, and the fault in this case was Leonel who had pinned Joss to the bed and they only got out of there after screaming each other's names in one last sweeping climax.-All right -she spoke, and at that moment she heard the door open and the smell was Leonel's, so she said goodbye to Sheila.-Joss? - he called into the living room, but the smell of blackberries on Joss's skin drew him into the kitchen before she could even meet him.-Hello? Leonel sensed in Joss's kiss that something was troubling her.-Did something happen? Joss sighed and ran her tongue between her lips-Bait destroyed the camp, Leonel-what? - Several vampires and werewolves have died.-What about my mother?-She's the one who called me to tell you that the
The lion's head clock fixed to the wall read 10:22 a.m.A big, tanned hand slides across the crumpled, cold, dark blue sheet beside him. Then Augusto, who was lying on his side, opened, still sleepy, his beautiful light green eyes and smiled satisfied for the pleasurable night yesterday - and at the same time dissatisfied - that now he wanted to wrap Soraia in his arms and she was not there.A smell of fresh, warm coffee wafted to his nostrils, and slowly, he sat up in bed, stretched, got up, wrapped the sheet around his slender waist and headed for the kitchen.Soraia was never one to cook, but that didn't mean that she didn't know how to do it, because laziness had always been her companion to escape the kitchen, although she was actually enjoying preparing that coffee and feeling that delicious smell lulling her senses.Soraia was so busy with the task that she only felt Augusto's presence when he hugged her from behind and gave her a hickey on the neck.-Augusto," she moaned as sh