Erin squeaked, as she crawled to the kitchen, she moved around the counter while Amadeus followed her with a dagger in his hands. She was planning to get her hands on a kitchen knife to defend herself. Her face was bruised, and she was bleeding. Amadeus had hurt her enough. She couldn't take it anymore. Her wicked uncle who murdered her brother was back, and no doubt he was here to end her. “I can hear your heartbeat so loud. You're afraid of me,” Amadeus said as he turned to the kitchen door. “I will kill you just like I killed your brother.” He chuckled following the opposite way she moved only to meet her leaning on the counter. Erin was breathing faster than she imagined, she cried silently, she crawled around the counter when she saw him stepping closer trying her best to run away from him. Her hair straightened and her eyes widened, she whimpered when she heard the continuous footsteps that signified death. “Gotchya.” Amadeus said and she yelped. She threw the knife she was ho
Erin exhaled deeply, as she sat down on the wooden stool behind the counter, she just finished serving the customers that were sitting on the vacant chairs, murmuring to each other. For the past two days, all she did was come to the icebox, earn a living, research about werewolves and go back home. It was now her daily routine. She was exhausted from saying that she would kill her uncle. She desires her dreams comes to reality. Her attention drifted when the door slid open, she raised her bowed face, her gaze meeting the two usual people who came visiting. “Two frozen yogurts.” Earnestine said as she approached the counter. “Sure.” Erin attempted a smile. She quickly packaged their goods and passed it to them. Ace paid her and they prepared to leave. “Thanks for taking me home the other day.” They both turned to Erin. “Oh! sure. That's not a problem. You can always count on us.” Ace assured. “I meant Earnestine.” Earnestine looked at her and put up a smile. “Sure, you are welcom
Chloe and Hayley were holding their history exam scripts, they both stared at it amused by their grades. They weren't expecting this from their teacher, they gave in their best and they got the opposite of what they thought they deserved. Wendy, on the other hand, was smiling, she passed the subject, she was the best in her class and their history teacher had been recommending her throughout the period. “C in history. This isn't fair. I gave a detailed explanation of everything. I answered all the questions correctly.” Chloe complained, but her teacher simply ignored her. “I have a B,” Hayley told her. “We both passed that's all that matters.” She reminded. “You both had good grades. I have an A.” Wendy smiled feeling proud of her achievements. “So do I.” Marcus said while Chloe looked at him. Chloe exhaled deeply getting her gaze back to their teacher who had been tutoring the whole time. “Don't worry we are going to sort this out.” Hayley whispered. “How?” Chloe asked. “Don't
Amadeus and Hayley were holding two flashlights as they wandered into a dark abandoned castle. They passed through the bailey and walked up the stairs before they went to the king's court searching for a supposed tomb that the book of the unbinding told them about. They had gone back in time to get to the firestone that was hidden in a werewolf castle about fifteen years ago. The whole place was empty, what they saw were mostly human skeletons, broken vessels, swords, and empty cupboards. The castle walls were cracked and the chambers were covered by spiders web. Hayley used her magic to get them underneath the castle. She said a fire spell and the torches affixed to the wall got lit up by flames, they walked down the tunnels that led into the tombs where the treasures of the wolves were concealed. “Who knows what happened to all the werewolves?” Amadeus asked. “How do you expect me to know? Perhaps, they abandoned this place.” Hayley answered. “Oh, that's right.” “You are a pain i
Who would have suspected that Wendy Cooper is a dark witch? How did I not notice? No wonder she was so interested in my hidden project or why she chose to read about mythology the first day she came to visit me, Hayley thought. It was too much to bear, she kept her secret from her and Wendy did the same. What if she's more powerful? Ridiculous! She has been watching her kill all these people and she didn't do anything. There must be something Wendy knows that she doesn't know. Hayley was drawn away from her thoughts when Amadeus entered her room. Amadeus saw the glittering stone lying on top of her drawer, he was expecting it to be a stone that burned in flames. “When would we do the needful?” Amadeus asked. “Tonight.” Hayley answered. It was a Saturday so they would be no Weston Hills High students loitering in the school by midnight. “What bothers you?” Amadeus asked again as he sat beside her, he took her time to note the look on her face and she wasn't feeling so good. “Nothing
The night Hayley Michael escorted Wendy back home. Hayley struggled through the fog, her vision wasn't steady but she deduced that she was in Weston Hills High and she was attempting to find her way out. Hayley was close to the oak tree, she knew that if she touched the tree that she'd have flashes of all those dead people, the bloodshed, the void, and the unending destruction. She saw the ghost of the same old woman who tried to stop her while she was seeing Wendy off, the old woman didn't move back even though Hayley tried to scare her. “What do you want from me?” Hayley interrogated. “The unbinding.” The old woman muttered pointing at the oak tree. “What's the unbinding?” Hayley asked. She wanted to know more about this oak tree. “Come.” The woman reiterated seizing Hayley's arms. She grinned revealing her set of yellow broken teeth. Her eyes were frightening and her skin was hanging loose. Her gray hair stopped right above her neck. They both vanished, Hayley marveled, she tho
Two years after the imprisonment of Edmond Michael. That familiar silver eyes lady stepped into the bar with her purse, she was wearing black spectacles to hide her identity. She spotted who she was looking for at the end of the bar drinking, she walked toward her. “What took you so long?” Lilith asked Dania watching her take a seat. “Would you like beer?” “No, I don't want to drink. How are the kids?” “They are fine, I need to get this done.” Lilith said taking a sip from her bottle. “What?” “The book of unbinding. It has everything that could bring my husband back. At least not everything but clues and our family history.” Lilith announced. “Why would you write a book about our family? How can you compose a book that can bring Edmond back?” “It's the only way of letting my wounds heal. I need your help sister.” Lilith said. “What do you need?” Dania asked. “I need you to take care of my daughters when I'm dead.” “You are not dying now,” Dania raised an eyebrow but Lilith d
Hayley sat down on the couch while Dania served her a glass of juice. Her house had changed a lot, she sipped from the glass of juice before putting it back on the table in front of her. “What have you come here to do?” Dania asked as she sat opposite her. “Well, I came to ask some questions about the unbinding.” Hayley said. Dania peered at her. “I don't know anything. Your mother should be the person you'd ask that question.” “It's been sixteen years since Edmond was trapped. I set him free a few weeks ago and today I wish I hadn't.” “Edmond has returned!” Dania said as she stood up running her fingers through her hair, her lashes fluttered as she stared at Hayley. How could it be? She warned Lilith never to write anything about the unbinding but she disobeyed her. “I guessed my father loved me, but it turns out I'm his downfall.” Hayley said after her aunt sat back on the couch. “What do you want from me?” Hayley asked. “I just came to inquire.” “About what.” “The unbindi