~.AIDAN.~ I stared at the open wound in my palm refusing to heal. It was a wound I got from the shards of the crystal ball and I made my way to Aunt May’s cottage. The images I saw in the crystal ball haunted my memory and my heart clenched at the images. “Aidan, it is you, I smell blood.” Aunt May greeted pulling me inside and onto a chair. She rushed inside coming out with a basket of ointments. “Stretch out your injured hand.” I stretched my hand out and she traced with her finger figuring the bleeding cut. She applied an ointment on my hand and I hissed at the stinging sensation as the ointment made contact with the open wound. The images that had been etched into my memory began to haunt me more as I tried to focus on the pain in my hand. “Can I have some alcohol?” She nods returning into one of the rooms and coming out with a bottle of alcohol in her hand. I took the bottle from her hand and she continued nursing my wound, I took a gulp of the alcohol, the burning sensation r
~. .~The town was alive with activity, and the cloaked figures blended in seamlessly with the bustling crowd. The sun beat down on them as they stood in the center of town, surrounded by humans going about their daily business.Diana wrinkled her nose and made a face. "Humans stink," she commented, her tone unimpressed.Velia couldn't help but chuckle at her friend's reaction, playfully nudging Diana's shoulder. "You should have thought of that before you volunteered to investigate your luna," she teased, holding up a sketch of Farah, the object of their investigation.Diana huffed, her lips forming a pout. "She's not my Luna," she retorted, though the denial was laced with a touch of bitterness.Velia couldn't blame her friend for feeling that way. Farah was a far cry from the compassionate and caring Luna that Diana and the whole werewolf race deserved, and Velia knew that her loyalty belonged to another.Diana's enthusiasm quickly returned as she gushed, "So where do we start? I've
~. .~ As they arrived at Crescent Hills Palace, Karelia's mind was preoccupied with what Velia and Diana had shared about their encounter. "I'll find out more. There's no way we can disrupt the ceremony, so let's focus on gathering clues," she had instructed them before they retired to their respective guest bedrooms. Karelia entered her room cautiously, her senses on high alert. However, her attention was momentarily diverted by the lingering masculine scent that enveloped the room. She summoned her sword, gripping it tightly as she moved stealthily inside. Suddenly, a strong hand encircled her waist, pulling her close and hugging her tightly. "Mo!" she gasped, her sword pointed at his neck, frustration laced in her voice. "Could you stop sneaking up on me? It's really annoying!" Mo's hearty laughter filled the room as he released his hold on Kaerlia, stepping back with his hands raised in surrender. "My apologies, Kaerlia. I couldn't resist surprising you," he s
~. .~ It was the day of the coronation, and everyone was preparing for the grand event. The Countess and her escort from Tasmarei were dressed in royal black attire, while the Supreme Luna Queen-to-be and the Supreme Members were resplendent in vibrant red. All other guests were expected to wear wine-red outfits. Countess Kaerlia's black dress was a remarkable and sophisticated creation. The fitted bodice emphasized her figure, gracefully transitioning into a flowing A-line skirt. The fabric, a lustrous black satin, caught the light in a way that created a subtle shimmer, adding an extra layer of elegance. The dress featured a modest V-neckline adorned with delicate lace details, lending an air of refinement to her ensemble. She wore long sleeves made of sheer black lace, an element that contributed an aura of both mystery and romance to her attire. The back of the dress boasted a plunging V-shaped neckline, providing a hint of allure while preserving an overall sense of gr
~. .~The scene in the grand hall was one of chaos and shock. The Supreme wolves, who had gathered to celebrate the coronation, stood in stunned disbelief as they witnessed the sky turn bloody and portals to hell open, unleashing an army of demons. The once-resplendent event had devolved into a nightmarish spectacle.Mobali, his eyes wide with disbelief, finally found his voice. "Farah, what have you done?" he demanded, his voice a mixture of anger, horror, and disbelief. He couldn't comprehend the scale of devastation unfolding before him.Farah, or rather, the entity that had possessed her body, groaned angrily. Her true nature was now revealed, she raised the scepter high, releasing an eerie transformation. Her raven-dark hair cascaded down, and her eyes turned a haunting shade of crimson. Her red warrior dress symbolized her newfound identity, and she let out a malevolent cackle that sent shivers down the spines of those present."I am tired of hearing that wimpy name!" she declare
~. .~Liliana's sinister smile widened as Kaerlia rushed to attack her. But before Kaerlia could reach her, Liliana swiftly wielded her dark powers. With a wave of her hand, she conjured silver chains laced with potent wolfsbane, which wrapped around Kaerlia's legs. The moment the silver touched her skin, Kaerlia whimpered in excruciating pain, her limbs growing weak."You forget you're half-werewolf, and silver is one of your weaknesses," Liliana taunted, her voice dripping with cruelty. Kaerlia could barely manage to speak or cry out as she tumbled to the ground, completely immobilized and suffering from the agony of the silver and wolfsbane.Even though she wasn't fully a werewolf, she couldn't help but be immobilized by the silver.“What do you want? Why are you doing this? The whole werewolf race is in chaos because of you.”In response to Kaerlia's pleading questions, Liliana remained callous. "I'm making it feel like home. Why am I doing this? Because of you, you a
~. .~Kaerlia managed to sneak out of the palace without anyone spotting her. The demons she encountered outside didn't attack her, rather they guided her to the path of the portal.Screeches echoed as she walked down the path, the horrid sounds of the demons and the undead ringing. The portal to Hell stood as a formidable, eerie gateway, a tear in the fabric of reality itself. It exuded an ominous and foreboding aura as if it were a maw to a world of unimaginable darkness and torment.The portal's frame was jagged and uneven, like fractured obsidian, emitting a faint, malevolent crimson glow. Within the opening, darkness extended infinitely, and an eerie, suffocating heat radiated from the abyss beyond. Distorted, ghostly silhouettes writhed and shifted within the portal, casting unsettling shadows and contributing to its sinister ambiance.As Kaerlia stood before the portal, it pulsed with otherworldly energy, beckoning her to enter. The air around it seemed to warp and
~. MOBALI.~As I wake up, the bright light from the window hits my eyes. I run my hand through Kaerlia's side of the bed, but it's cold. I jolt, sniffing the room. Her scent has faded, which means she has been gone for hours, possibly days.How long have I been asleep?I look at the bedside table, and there lies a piece of paper. I pick it up and read its contents, "Dear Mobali, by the time you're reading this letter, it could have been days since I left for hell. I'm sorry, but I can't sit back and watch the werewolf race crumble. Please don't come after me, and I love you." I grip hard onto the piece of paper.Rising from the bed, I took a quick shower and dressed in my armor. Anger and determination coursed through my veins. I had to find her, I had to bring her back. How could she? How couldn't she see through Liliana’s plots? My heart clenched at the thought of her being dead already. "Guards! Open this door!" I roared, pounding on the unyielding brass doors. But the guards on th