Augustus is sitting on the grass of a lake; one hand rests on one of his bent knees while the other throws pebbles into the water, bouncing them until they sink, along with his sad gaze.Miranda is sitting on a tree branch, the highest one she could find, with her arms around her bent knees, which support her chin while her gaze concentrates on the leaves that the wind carries with it.Katrina stands at the window of her daughter's room, her arms hugging one of her blouses and her gaze clouded by tears.Raina wanders lonely through the corridors of Castle Kaxal, the castle that belongs to her niece, while her gaze looks at the paintings on the wall with pictures of the previous Kaxal queens.Amy cries in the silence of the dark room where Julius Caesar has placed her under the vigil of his vampires. Marcus, still in the tree, chastises her with his fingernails, pulling out splinters and wishing they were Julius Caesar's face; his eyes are black and the ruby shines like blood as he is
-I will avenge our daughter," Adam shouted, furious after hearing from his wife, who hours ago had heard from Sheila and told her.-No, you won't!" pleaded Katrina in command as she held her husband's arms to placate an anger she had never seen in him.-For God's sake, Katrina, he raped our daughter," he screamed in despair with tears burning in his eyes and nervous hands ruffling his hair.-I also know that if you go after Julio Cesar," she grabbed her husband and stared at him, and there she saw a pure hatred of paternal instinct like never before, "he won't come back alive," and grabbed his arm tightly, "and dead fathers don't avenge their children.Adam dropped himself on the couch and like a desperate father wept helplessly over what had happened and nothing he could do for his daughter.Katrina felt her husband's pain and also shared it, but as he felt his hands were tied and all that was left was to sit by Adam's side and hug him.Tired, impatient and furious Marcus walked with
The vampires were already in the camp surrounded by the angry and suspicious looks of the wolves, while Augusto already had Soraia in his arms and Marcus and Amy were taking them to Sheila.At the police station Sergio, Malvina, and Dr. Elena were discussing among themselves ways to put an end to the wolves.-I'll be direct, Doctor, how do we kill the werewolves," asked Sergio bluntly.-Unfortunately, I haven't figured out how to kill them yet, but-she placed a case on the table, opened it, and took out several models of silver capsules-the silver contained in these bullets is capable of weakening them.-Good," Sergio took one of the bullets in hand and looked at her, "that's a start.Malvina, who was finally about to speak up, was interrupted by the abrupt entrance of a policeman in the room.-For God's sake, man, what happened?" asked Sergio, frowning at the dashing man.-Speak up," encouraged Malvina.-You're going to want to go to the house of the vampire Julio Cesar a lot. Now.M
- She's finally waking up," Augusto had said with a genuine smile from ear to ear as he stroked Soraia's face. But he frowned when he realized that she was enjoying his touch.-A kiss for your thoughts," she offered, and Augustus withdrew his hand immediately.-After all, she had never let him approach her and now she was offering him a kiss.Soraia smiled, she had noticed his distrust, but before he could fill her with questions, she stood up in bed and wrapped her mouth around him in a provocative and intense kiss that left him dizzy.-Tell me you know what you did and on whom.She laughed.-You have no idea how much- and now he was returning the kiss. Until she interrupted the kiss with a worried frown.-Where is Amy?Augustus had said nothing, just held out his hand and led her out of the tent. In another tent Sheila and Marcus looked worriedly at Amy still unconscious on the bed.-Amy still not awake?" asked Soraia, entering the tent with Augustus at her side, but it was she who
Back at the camp, Soraia was bombarded by accusations from low to worse, while Augustus defended her ardently, as did the vampires who were ready, scattered around her ready to defend her from a possible fiercer attack by the wolves.Suddenly, a voice manifested itself serenely, and so the silence hovered as if by a miracle.-Listen to me," Sheila said, "I know I gave up the power to speak on behalf of my son a long time ago," she looked at her son, who was standing like a guardian at Soraia's side, "but now I do, and I ask you to listen to Soraia without judging her.You don't have that power in your hands.Soraia sighed deeply.-I am sorry that I did not get the dagger.I know I failed, but I will still make Julio Cesar suffer as he made me suffer.Soraia looked at that sea of heads, each one looking at her in a different way, and still no one said anything.-But one thing I can tell you, my blood runs in Julio Cesar's veins and it will be through him that I will avenge everyone he
-It's better for everyone, Amy- Marcus advised as he caressed Amy's hands between his own.-But what about my parents? What about Soraia?-Amy, my dear," Sheila went to meet her and caressed her cheeks, wet with tears of sadness and doubt, "you, being who you are, are the only one who can find them.I WONDER WHO SHE'S REFERRING TO.-I didn't want to leave without knowing about Soraia," she said sadly as she unconsciously brought her gaze to Augustus, who was frowning and Amy saw a dark shadow hanging over him.-Anything regarding Soraia, we'll call you, okay?Amy huffed, she knew what needed to be done, just as she knew there was no use arguing with wolves.-All right, I'll go to the land of the guardians.-And I'll be with you- Marcus assured her.The sun was already dropping out of the sky. Brenda arrived at the building that had been her home for the last few days, with a basket under her arm with bottles of blood and various types of herbs, and jars with something to heal perhaps.
In the endless dark of a silver box all worked out in rich detail is the cradle of the only weapon, so far, known to kill vampires: the Dagger of Death.The lid of the box is lifted up and inside, resting on a red velvet cushion, is the weapon with the power to destroy equal to or more than the sun.The Dagger of Death.The Dagger with its very thin and extremely sharp blade shines through baptism in holy water and fire. Its pure gold handle has snakes as ornaments coiled around it, and its eyes are of the most beautiful blood ruby.The box seems to be being pulled down into the depths of the black abyss, and gradually a dense mist envelops it, and the blindfold of the mortal eyes falls off.The Dagger will be the salvation and doom of Julius Cesar's soul. It will also give a new direction to the world and to the lives of Soraia and Augustus. Other enemies have arisen, that is inevitable, but new allies have also appeared. After all, a war is a war, and war and I can affirm that this
The scene would be 'almost' unbelievable if it hadn't happened in the real world with real people and as crazy as it is... with real creatures.It even sounds like a music video with the background music being Sola by Jennifer Lopez.The vampire Soraia's gaze opens between shadows. Her steps are slow on the road of white stones that hurt her bare feet... but her soul is much more wounded.Soraia holds on to the long black skirt she wears as she moves forward with the dim light of the late afternoon sun at her back. She has decided to go her way alone. Her heart bleeds as well as the tears of pain that stream down her face and hit the ground with a thud that could shake an ocean.The cold wind and the drizzle whip her face, shake her hair, and cause the heavy eye makeup to drip down her cheeks.Soraia falls to her knees at the edge of a pond where white rose petals sail by and her icy hands drop like stones to the ground while happy images dance in her troubled mind.A sigh echoes in t
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