Kids...Twenty years had past since the whole incident with the arbiter, the council and Astrid. The whole world forgot the incident like it never happened. The only people who knew about the existence of supernatural beings were the supernatural beings themselves.Claud and Lupa started a family. They had a son who was now seventeen and was in high school and a daughter who was thirteen. They never told them their family history. Damien and Clary didn’t know that they weren’t humans. Claud was able to convince Lupa to wait till their eighteenth birthday before telling them because a normal werewolf wouldn’t see signs of their powers until that age. There are few exceptions of that law though. Some werewolves see their powers bloom earlier while others see theirs bloom sooner. An early bloomer was rare to come by so Claud and Lupa felt they had all the time in the world before having to tell their children about their background. “Good morning dad.” Damien greeted.“Morning bud. Ho
AmnesiaDamien’s POVI left for school earlier than I usually do today because I needed space to think. Why did I wake up suddenly by 3am? I wasn’t having a nightmare. I didn’t feel like urinating. I just woke up. For no reason at all. Could it be related to the fact that we’re about to uncover a secret that Riverdale high is hiding? Could they be trying to throw us off track? I have to meet Lydia. She’s smart. She should be able to assist me in understanding everything that is going on.Speak of the devil. As I was just thinking of meeting up with Lydia, I saw her walking to school too.“Hey Lydia. How’s it going?”“Just chilling. Surprised at how our study session went yesterday.”“Study session?” I asked, puzzled. Was she using the word “study” like I did severally yesterday? “We didn’t study yesterday. Yeah we made you think we wanted to study but when we met, we ended up playing truth or dare. Remember the theories we came up with concerning Mr. Thompson’s disappearance?”“Disapp
From my new hiding spot, I peered through the slats of the closet door. The teacher was now rifling through some papers on the lounge table, completely unaware of my presence. But they were too close to the door. If they left, they’d have to walk right past me.I bit my lip, glancing around the cramped closet. There was a small gap under the window on the other side of the room, barely big enough to crawl through if I was careful. It was my only way out.I took a deep breath and waited. The teacher lingered for what felt like an eternity, flipping through documents, muttering something to themselves. My legs ached from crouching so long, but I didn’t dare move.Finally, the teacher let out a sigh and stood, walking toward the door. My pulse quickened. I couldn’t be seen leaving, not now, not after coming so close. As the door clicked shut behind them, I wasted no time. I crawled out of the closet and dashed toward the window. With shaky hands, I pried it open just enough to squeeze t
RevelationsDamien’s POV“D—dad. I didn’t see you there.” I stammered“That doesn’t answer my question. Do you know what this is?” Dad started. “The power this thing emanates is likened to that of an eldershard crystal. This thing is very dangerous and even more than that, it’s very rare. So I would like to know where you found it.”“It’s complicated.”“What if I ground you for a year. Would that make things less complicated?”“Okay I’ll tell you.” I replied, defeated. “But promise you won’t get mad.”“I’m already mad.” Dad replied “This thing can only be found with sorcerers or elves so unless you encountered one, there’s absolutely no way you should have this. So I would like to know what you’ve gotten yourself into.”“Elves? Sorcerers?” I asked. “What are you talking about, dad?”“I’m asking the questions here mister.” Dad replied. “So? About this. How did it end up with you?”“Well, I saw my English teacher yesterday running from something and … you’re going think I’m crazy.”“I d
** ** **The soft glow of morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in warm, golden hues. The air felt crisp, carrying the faint scent of dew and freshly turned earth. Birds chirped outside, their songs blending with the distant rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze. The sky, tinged with shades of pink and orange, seemed to stretch endlessly, as the sun slowly climbed above the horizon. The peacefulness of the early hour filled the space, quiet and serene, as the world around me gradually stirred to life. For a moment, everything felt still, wrapped in the delicate calm of the new day.I stood up, still thinking about what dad said yesterday. I had to figure out what’s going on in Riverdale high without giving myself away.Shit, I’ve already told my friends that I still remember everything that happened the other day at Lydia’s. They’ll now know for sure that I still remember. I know I can trust them though. They’re definitely not working with whoever is behin
The Plan Dad was more excited about me getting my powers than I was. Even though I could only float for now, it was something he couldn’t and hence, the reason for the excitement. He felt like I was going to be a different type of werewolf, a more powerful type. “So only floating?” Dad asked as we stood facing each other in the middle of our garage. Our garage was located behind our house. A bit far away from where eyes from our neighbors could reach. “Yeah.” “Super strength always comes almost immediately. Even before the claws so let’s check to see if you have super strength yet.” Dad lifted a dumbbell with two fingers and walked closer to me, handing it over to me expecting me to lift it the same way he did. Surprisingly, when I lifted it with two fingers, it felt light. “Yes!” Dad said. “Wait till I rub it in your mom’s face that you took after me and not her.” “What do you mean?” “Well, forest werewolves don’t have super strength.” “Says who?” Mom said as she w
The room was a wreck. Furniture smashed, papers scattered everywhere. But more importantly, every single one of the ten men who had attacked me was on the floor, unconscious. And standing in the middle of the room, catching his breath, was someone I never expected to see. Dad. He stood there, calm and composed, barely even winded. Slowly, he pulled off the mask covering his face, and I stared at him in shock. His eyes met mine, intense but calm. “Damien,” he said quietly, like this was all just another day. “What the hell are you doing here?” I couldn’t speak. I could barely think. My dad—my dad—had just taken out ten supernatural guys like it was nothing. I had no idea how or why, and I was left with nothing but questions. I knew all the years that he had his powers for would’ve made him powerful but I never expected him to be this clinical. “I’m sorry dad. I-I wanted to get hostages. A person I could question so that I could get answers about what was going on.” My dad sig
The New studentThe soft, golden rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across Damien’s room. Outside, birds chirped happily, filling the crisp autumn air with their lively melody. The sky was a clear blue, with only a few wisps of clouds lazily drifting by, promising a perfect day ahead.Damien stirred under the covers, blinking against the light that gently nudged him awake. His eyes slowly adjusted as he stretched, feeling the coolness of the morning air against his skin. He could hear the faint sounds of life stirring in the house – the clatter of dishes, the hum of conversation, the smell of coffee drifting up from the kitchen.Pushing himself out of bed, Damien ran a hand through his tousled hair and glanced at the clock. It was still early, but the day had already begun. He quickly threw on a t-shirt and jeans before heading down the hall to find his younger sister, Clary, already waiting by the stairs.“Good morning,” she greeted him with a