Just as Nicholas ensured Kimberly comfortably settled into his mansion, her family continued to plot against their ultimate downfall. On the other hand, Sheila, who was bearing malice with both Kimberly and Nicholas, was orchestrating a sinister come back plan. Meanwhile, while all this was happening, there was a sudden rise of rumors that spread like wildfire through the supernatural grapevine. The rumor was about the return of a fearsome, mighty werewolf, his name: Levi. Levi’s reputation preceded him, striking fear into the hearts of even the most seasoned pack members. They called him the Ultima, the supreme werewolf, and a descendant of the legendary Primordials. He emerged from the shadows, his eyes blazing with an otherworldly intensity. His gaze was a cold, calculated thing, weighing the worth of those around him. His presence was a dark storm cloud, casting a shadow over the land. And he moved with a purpose, driven by an intense singular focus —finding Kimberly.As he tr
Back at the Alpha’s mansion, Kimberly wandered through the grand hall, her eyes feasting on the stunning artwork that adorned the walls. She found each piece to be a masterpiece, but one painting in particular captured her attention. She came to halt and turned to stand before it. She became mesmerized by a poignant portrait of a majestic wolf. Its somber expression was a reflection of its feral and untamed spirit. The artist’s masterful brush strokes render the wolf’s thick fur in exquisite detail, with shades of brown and bronze dominating the palette. Except for the piercing bright golden eyes that seem to glow with an inner light, burning with a fierce intensity, as if longing for a distant moon or for a forgotten freedom.She felt an inexplicable attraction towards that one painting. Kimberly's gaze locked onto the wolf’s, its eyes drawing her into its hauntingly beautiful world as it gleamed like lanterns in the dark, she barely heard Nicholas's footsteps as he approached her
Kimberly stood frozen at the doorway, her eyes fixed tentatively on Nicholas’s face when he caught her retracing her steps. She had been eavesdropping by the door of his formal living-room. Although she knew it was wrong, she couldn't help herself. The conversation between Nicholas and Sheila seemed intense, and Kimberly's curiosity got the better of her.“Kimberly.” He called out in a low, firm voice, accelerating her heart rate. “Are you having difficulty sleeping?” he then asked, as his lips curled into a sinister smirk.“I… uh…” For a brief moment, Kimberly had forgotten how to speak.“Shush,” Nicholas interrupted her, his smirk widening. “I know you were listening,” he said as he deliberately began to approach her, his voice rigid but calm. Then he stopped by the sofa and sat down on it in a regal position. “Come here.” He instructed firmly, his face now straightened into an unyielding mask.Kimberly hesitated, feeling a mix of fear and guilt. She knew she had overstepped, and s
“Need I emphasize that by dawn, you should be on the training ground waiting for your trainer, and not in the bathroom, indulging in a leisurely shower?” His low but grave voice broke the early morning stillness, sending Kimberly’s heart racing.Kimberly clutched her towel tighter, her mind wandering to the most embarrassing scenario where it could slide off her body.Flustered, she lowered her head. “I… I’m sorry. I'll dress up and leave now.” Her cheeks flushed as she turned away, the sound of her bare feet pattering against the cool floor tiles as she scurried to the closet.“I wasn’t done.” Nicholas’s voice stopped her in her tracks, her eyes frantically darting around the floor. She felt his sharp gaze on her as he stood up from the armchair, his deliberate footsteps echoing as he approached her from behind. “Do I make you nervous, Kim?” In response, Kimberly inwardly gulped hard in utter nervosity, proof that he actually did. But she wondered if he would be annoyed if she sai
Kimberly's eyes widened as she observed Sheila clench her fist in a fighting stance. With her mind reeling with dread and confusion, she asked, “Wait, aren't we starting with basics first?”Sheila raised her brow in question, her facial expression turning grave with irritation. “Um…” Kimberly drawled awkwardly. “What I mean is… aren't we going to start with shapeshifting, or… yunno, practice how to run very fast with superspeed reflexes, or… how to protrude my fangs or elongate my claws… ?” Her words tumbled out of her mouth unsteadily and frantically, while Sheila’s glare on her remained unforgiving. Suddenly, Sheila scoffed, her eyes glinting with a hint of amusement. Easing up her stance, she spoke, “You think you're here for shows and fancy tricks, kid?“No, I…”“I’m your Trainer, not your friend, so you don't get to question my tactics! Got that?” Sheila stated firmly, her face stern.“Yes.” Kimberly responded bleakly.“First, you need to learn how to survive as a human, before
“You think you are like us huh?” Sheila hissed, her tone low. “You are nothing like us, Kimberly! A mistake werewolf is what you are! You want to be a Beta huh!? News flash freak, Betas are not weak!” She hurled continuously, the abusive words tumbling out of her tongue and crashing cruelly against Kimberly's eardrums.She sat there helplessly, while she felt the condescending glare from not only Sheila, but from the rest of the pack watching the fight from outside the ring.“Look at you, you couldn't even prove me wrong even if you tried.” She laughed sardonically, “You don't belong here, Kimberly. You will never belong.” With that, she turned her back to leave the ring, her shoulder raised high in victory. But on approaching the ring's exit, an expected attack took her by surprise. Kimberly had summoned the last drop of strength she had and rose to her feet. Sheila had her back against her, her guard down and Kimberly instantly took the opportunity.With each quiet, deliberate step
Nicholas’s eyes were fixed firmly on Kimberly as he approached her bed, and as usual, her heart rate rapidly escalated involuntarily by his presence.If she was keeping count, it would be the third time he was rescuing her. The first being when he rescued her from her family’s cruel plans, and the second? Let me take you back to the second day in his mansion.It was her first morning in his mansion, and the schedule of the day was a tour around the whole Lightwood’s territory. Nicholas had insisted on taking her himself, and Kimberly couldn't feel any more honored.She put on the outfits she found placed in the closet of her new room. It was a blue skinny jeans, a white top, and a pair of white converse —all in her perfect size, however that was gotten right.Next, she went down the hall and outside of the house where she found Nicholas already waiting for her at the grand stairs of the mansion entrance.Then the tour began. First, he showed her around the exterior environments that s
Fast-forward to the infirmary. Kimberly’s eyes followed Nicholas's regal walking step as he strode up to them, his hands clasped around his back. On approaching the duo, he narrowed his gaze to Meredith, who was standing next to Kimberly laying on the hospital bed.“Good morning, Meredith.” He greeted in a low, firm but respectful tone, and Kimberly instantly registered that he accorded her some respect.“Good morning, Nicholas.” Meredith responded humbly, flashing her serene smile at him. “Why hasn’t she healed?” Nicholas asked, narrowing his gaze back to the figure on the bed, the figure whose heart seemed to be restless from his presence.“She is yet to trigger her healing process, she is still weak from the multiple searing of the silver spikes.” Meredith stated.Kimberly lowered her gloomy eyes and stared at nothing, unable to meet Nicholas’s gaze. Her heart ached each time she was being referred to as weak, yet, she couldn’t help it. “Thank you, Meredith, may we have the room
As the dust settled, Nicholas and Levi found themselves shocked and disoriented, their eyes fixed on Kimberly with a mix of confusion and awe. With a painful groan, Levi sank his own hand into his shifted heart which was almost about to be ripped out of his chest, and he pushed it back to its original position with undeterred precision. That was the closest he'd ever been to death in his entire life, but he made sure to conceal the flicker of emotion that would have revealed it. For some unknown reasons, Kimberly had chosen to stop Nicholas, she had chosen to save Levi, and Levi was thankful for that. This reason however was subtly understood by Levi, he knew she had saved him not because she believed what he had said, it was because he knew she must be desperate for answers. And he believed that deep down in her heart, she knew that something was missing and she wanted to know what. Apparently, saving Levi's life was a one step to finding out answers—or so Levi thought. Barely re
Back then at the scene of the carnage that had unfolded before the Lightwood’s mansion. The disastrous and blood drenched battleground was a grim reminder of the atrocities committed by Levi; decimating six of Nicholas's own in cold blood. Levi, the Ultima, and ever-powerful primordial, and Nicholas, the ruthless and formidable Alpha, stood face to face, six feet from each other, their jaws clenched in unyielding determination. Their faces and clothes were battered with blood, both of their own and that of the fallen werewolves —another grim reminder of the carnage that had taken place. Their eyes blazed with a burning intensity, each one fueled by a fierce desire to take the other out, to emerge victorious in this battle of titans.And then there was Kimberly, the unseemingly powerful hybrid, whose true nature remained a mystery to all who surrounded her. She stood frozen on the mansion stairs, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief, her gaze fixed on the havoc unfolding before he
As Sheila stepped out of Hannah's front door, the warm sunlight and gentle breeze enveloped her, a stark contrast to the dark, intense emotions that was swirling within her. She took a deep breath, feeling the cool, crisp air fill her lungs, and began to make her way down the winding path that led through Hannah's beautifully manicured gardens.The vibrant flowers and lush greenery of Hannah's garden seemed to mock her, their beauty and tranquility a jarring contrast to the turmoil that raged in her heart and mind. Her eyes narrowed as she gazed out at the serene landscape, her mind still reeling from the revelations Hannah had shared.Despite her weakness and fatigue, Sheila's resolve had been reignited, her determination to destroy Kimberly burning brighter than ever. As she walked, she carefully formulated her next move, her mind racing with strategies and plans.The soft rustle of leaves and chirping of birds filled the air, a soothing melody that seemed to fuel Sheila's growing a
While Sheila was left orchestrating her next move in her mind, Hannah retreated to her sanctum, a space filled in ancient mystique. The witch room was a labyrinthine chamber, its walls lined with tall shelves that stood relentlessly under the weight of dusty tomes and mysterious artifacts. The air was heavy with the scent of old parchment and the flickering flames of white and red candles, which cast eerie shadows on the walls. In the center of the room, a sturdy wooden table stood, and on it was a simple, yet elegant, silver bowl. The bowl, crafted from a polished silver metal, seemed to glow with an ethereal light, as if it were imbued with a power of its own. Hannah's eyes gleamed with a deep understanding as she approached the table, her hands weaving intricate patterns in the air. The silence was palpable, punctuated only by the soft crackling of the candles.Her expression turned grave, her sharp eyes clouded with a mix of shock and concern. She paused, collecting her thoughts
Sheila sat up, adjusting her clothes and regaining her composure. "What is it that you want from me, Hannah?" She asked, her tone measured. Hannah's response was a laughter laced with mockery. "You?" she repeated, her eyes glinting with amusement. "What could you possibly have to offer that would be of any interest to me?”Sheila's brows furrowed, her frustration simmering just below the surface, but she refused to give Hannah the satisfaction of seeing her weakness. "What's your problem with me, then?" she demanded, her voice firm. "Why have you been making my life so goddamn difficult?"Hannah's expression turned stern, her finger wagging in reprimand. "No, no, no. You're getting ahead of yourself. Let's establish the rules here, because we're only doing this my way. I ask the questions, and you answer. Understood?" Sheila's eyes rolled heavenward, her disdain for Hannah's condescending tone clear.“Now, what brought you to Anavrin?” Hannah began."I thought you said you know every
Shortly after, the duo reappeared in another spacious sitting as if they had traveled through dimensions and arrived in another world. The strong aura and energy the magic took to transport them was so strong that it brought Sheila back to her consciousness. She stirred, her eyes fluttering open to an unfamiliar ceiling. She was disoriented, but as her gaze swept the room, memories began to resurface. She saw the elderly woman in her long, luscious grey hair, standing over her. She was chanting in a low, deep, menacing tone, words Sheila couldn't make out the language it was in.Sheila's gaze flickered around to scrutinize her surroundings. The room she found herself in was an unusually cozy, island-inspired space with vibrant colors and lush greenery. Woven bamboo furniture and colorful textiles added to the Jamaican vibe. The air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers and the faint hint of jerk seasoning. Rows of red and white candles were burning on ornate candle stands tha
She? Who is She? Sheila's mind reeled. But before she could question the boy's words, she heard the door opposite Timmy's creak open. She felt a sudden unsettling presence approaching her from behind, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on an end. Although her senses were not as heightened as they normally were, her many years of honed instinct screamed warning that put her on immediate alert. Through the corner of her eyes, she caught a glimpse of an eerie shadow looming on the wall and drawing closer to her. She immediately turned her head to confront the presence, and her eyes locked onto the woman who had brought her to this place. But the warm, friendly face Sheila remembered had twisted into a malevolent scowl that showed utter hostility and nothing less. The woman's voice was low and menacing, uttering words that sounded like an ancient incantation. Her right hand was clenched into a fist, with her palm facing utward, as if she was conjuring some dark energy.Sheila
Sheila trailed behind the woman, navigating a desolate alleyway scarred by vibrant graffiti. The ground was littered with dirt and debris, while abandoned cars lined the streets, their rusting hulks a testament to the area's neglect. As they walked, the only sounds being the soft crunch of gravel beneath their shoes, Sheila's mind began to wander. What motivated this woman to help her? She focused her super-sensitive hearing on the woman's heartbeat, but it remained calm and steady, reassuring her that the woman's intentions seemed genuine.With renewed confidence, Sheila followed the woman as they climbed into a broad, dimly lit tunnel. The air inside was stale and musty, filled with the scent of decay. As they emerged from the tunnel, Sheila's eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight, revealing a sprawling landscape of old, worn buildings. They stood in a small, rundown ghetto area, the walls of the buildings covered in a kaleidoscope of graffiti, while broken windows gaped like empty e
Sheila trudged down the rain-soaked streets of Anavrin, her eyes fixed on the Google map that was displayed on her phone screen. Her face was twisted in a scowl as she stormed her boots on the soil tracks. The acrid smell of mud and dirt, the exhaust fumes of car engines, and the musky scents of nearby alleys clung onto her nostrils like a challenge.She had been searching for what felt like hours now, and her patience was starting to wear thin. Using the I web and her miniature tech skills, and also the eyewitness’s social media accounts she had inspected, the boy who had been saved by the mysterious woman was named Timmy, and he lived somewhere in this neighborhood. As she turned a corner, her eyes scanned the street, taking in the rows of mediocre houses and apartment buildings. She briefly stopped in front of a small bakery, the sweet aroma of freshly baked bread wafting out into the street. Her stomach growled, reminding her that she had skipped breakfast.Consulting her phone a