EMMA’S POV Hunt, maim, kill.Harsh whispers swirled around me, flower vines wrapping itself around me, choking me.Numerous voices whispering above me as they chanted weird words, several screams echoing through the still air as it had me wrapped in a haze. Trickle of smoke billowing slightly around me.My whole body constricting with pain as the vine wrapped me tighter, filling my lungs with air, with no escape route .Harsh whispers and screams calling out to me from the dark, pleading and begging to be let go. Their cries of agony searing into me with so much force, binding me to heartaches. The still air alive with so many emotions, whatever it is they were feeling, I felt it twice their pain.I felt their claws digging into me, their painful stabs sending pints of blood flying in the air, my gurgled cries only brought to them a fraction of happiness. My screams of pain making them leap in the air for joy, begging me to free them. Pleading and asking to be let go.To let their
LUCIEN’S POV Anger. I felt the sudden need to punch Vashka or Kavashka whatever his name was , after the stupid stunt he had pulled in the great hall. He deserved to be stoked to death, deserved all the meanness I could possibly think ofAfter he used his filthy horde hands to do series of atrocity on Emma’s fragile body, he deserved he’ll and more.“ Xi, walk slow” Xvii whined, his short strides trying to catch up with my own long strides. Although it hurt to leave Emma like . If I could. I swear I would tie her with me and just make a run for it.But that wasn’t going to be possible, I couldn’t risk losing weeks of rigorous planning just because I was irrational. I still remembered the look of betrayal that had shone in eyes, I could still feel the desire running wild within me,.But I needed to teach the beast a lesson, nobody had the right to put their hands on Emma like that, she was fragile and they needed to treat her like one.“You remember the plan’s right, we do it be
“Leave me alone Josh!” I say in an alarmed tone as I'm pushed against the wall. My face contorts in pain as my elbows collide with the wall. “Shut the fuck up! We both know you want me, enough with all this sly acting.” Josh says with a sneer on his lips as he leans closer to me. The pungent smell of alcohol emanating from him is enough to make me puke if I wasn't already disgusted by him. Life in Willowbrook Town is slowly becoming unbearable for me. The people's cruel nature was slowly getting to me. Their wicked words and derogatory statements cut through the pieces of my fragile heart. What's worse is that, I'm in no way to be blamed for my predicament. I was abandoned by my parents and family just a few months after I was born. The townspeople gave me away to the orphanage where I was brought up. The townspeople got it into their heads that because I grew up without my family, I don't deserve any respect or love. Almost as if it was my fault that I was abandoned. It got bet
Thank you very much.” I say with a wide smile on my face as the shopkeeper packs up the inkwell. I've always been attracted to antiques — things dating as far back as my birth. There's just something so rich and beautiful about the history of these items that I can't help but take them for myself. All my novels are usually historical fiction. My characters' love for each other transcending through time. I step out of the antiques shop, and I can't help but wonder why I haven't taken note of this shop before. I'm not too shocked though, considering the fact that I rarely leave my house. I'm always holed up inside my house. I breathe easier when I get closer to my house and realize that Josh is no longer anywhere close by. I don't waste any more time outside though, for fear that an evil bigger than Josh will jump out of the shadows and attack me. I lock the door behind me, rushing towards my writing desk where I carefully place the inkwell on top. I stare at it for a few minutes,
The first thing I notice when I open my eyes are the bright lights, and the second thing I notice is the strange figure sitting on the chair beside my bed. “You are still here?!” I murmur in shock as I recognise the person sitting on the chair as Lucien Blackwell.“Where else would I be?” Lucien asks with a smirk on his lips, and if I didn't know better, I would say he's laughing at my predicament. “I don't know! Stuck in my imagination or something! How are you real?!” I ask in a frustrated and completely baffled tone as I stare at him the way one would stare at a lab rat. Lucien continues to watch me calmly as if he's already accepted this impossible reality. “The Inkwell.” He says simply, nodding to the object sitting on the desk, its surface gleaming in the light. I blink, still half-convinced that this is some bizarre dream. “The inkwell?” I echo, my voice wavering between disbelief and fear.Lucien nods again, his expression softening just a fraction. “Yes. The inkwell you f
As I open my eyes once more, a sense of déjà vu overwhelms me. I’ve been in this position before—the disorientation, the dim light filtering through the blinds, the lingering scent of something metallic in the air. But this time, it’s different. The force that led to my losing consciousness feels like a distant memory, and all I can focus on is the sharp, cold clarity that now grips my mind.“How are you feeling?” Lucien’s voice cuts through the haze, a steady anchor in the storm of my thoughts. His tone is calm, but there’s an undercurrent of tension that makes me uneasy.“I—I don’t know,” I stammer, my voice small, fragile. It’s the first time I’ve felt truly unsure of my well-being since this whole ordeal started.Lucien moves closer, his presence comforting in the way a storm is both terrifying and awe-inspiring. His hands rest on my shoulders, the warmth of his touch grounding me as he gently pulls me into a sitting position. He hands me a glass of water, poured from the pitcher
“What the hell is that?!” I ask in an alarmed tone as I take a shaky step backwards out of fear. Lucien doesn't respond as his eyes peruse the symbol on my door. His expression is unreadable as he crouches low, his fingers tracing the carvings on the door. The marks seem to come alive beneath his finger, as I'd they have a will of their own. My stomach churns with a mixture of fear and nausea, the awful scent from the expired paint growing stronger until I can practically taste it at the back of my throat. “What does it mean?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper, the words tumbling out of my mouth before I can stop them. “There are tracking sigils.” Lucien responds in a clipped tone. “Ancient magic used to find objects of power. They've marked the inkwell and by extension, you.” “Who marked it?” I ask in a worried tone as my eyes flit back to the symbols on my door. “I have no idea. It could be the Obsidian Order, or it could be the inkwell creating a connection with you, I'm
I could see the silhouette of Lucien on the chair in my room. He was convinced my life was in danger, I was too. Earlier, after the strange sounds I heard on my front door he had refused to leave my side. He said they were watching, watching me, watching us.The thought of being watched sent unpleasant chills down my back, it made me feel anxious. I pulled the duvet above my shoulder to cover my face, like that was going to block their gaze from me but it wasn’t me they were after, they were after the ink well.If it was the ink well they were after and not me I had suggested to Lucien that I should just let them have it but he did not agree to my idea. He said something so powerful should not be left in the hands of evil, he had already told me what they intended to do with it. I couldn’t let that happen but I was too scared, how could I possibly fight against them.How did I get myself entangled in such a mess. Why did I go into the strange looking shop, why did I buy the
LUCIEN’S POV Anger. I felt the sudden need to punch Vashka or Kavashka whatever his name was , after the stupid stunt he had pulled in the great hall. He deserved to be stoked to death, deserved all the meanness I could possibly think ofAfter he used his filthy horde hands to do series of atrocity on Emma’s fragile body, he deserved he’ll and more.“ Xi, walk slow” Xvii whined, his short strides trying to catch up with my own long strides. Although it hurt to leave Emma like . If I could. I swear I would tie her with me and just make a run for it.But that wasn’t going to be possible, I couldn’t risk losing weeks of rigorous planning just because I was irrational. I still remembered the look of betrayal that had shone in eyes, I could still feel the desire running wild within me,.But I needed to teach the beast a lesson, nobody had the right to put their hands on Emma like that, she was fragile and they needed to treat her like one.“You remember the plan’s right, we do it be
EMMA’S POV Hunt, maim, kill.Harsh whispers swirled around me, flower vines wrapping itself around me, choking me.Numerous voices whispering above me as they chanted weird words, several screams echoing through the still air as it had me wrapped in a haze. Trickle of smoke billowing slightly around me.My whole body constricting with pain as the vine wrapped me tighter, filling my lungs with air, with no escape route .Harsh whispers and screams calling out to me from the dark, pleading and begging to be let go. Their cries of agony searing into me with so much force, binding me to heartaches. The still air alive with so many emotions, whatever it is they were feeling, I felt it twice their pain.I felt their claws digging into me, their painful stabs sending pints of blood flying in the air, my gurgled cries only brought to them a fraction of happiness. My screams of pain making them leap in the air for joy, begging me to free them. Pleading and asking to be let go.To let their
LUCIEN’S POV “The portal is down, I think it has been breached” xvii said, his whole body pale with fatigue.The wilderness of the desert tearing at us in full force, it had been seven uneventful days on the roads, the heat eating into us as the caravan slowly trudged along the sand dunes. Thirst and starvation rendering us immobile “What do you mean by breached?” I asked breathlessly, my whole body weak with exhaustion, my bare chest glistening under the sun.“All the technologies are directly linked to the obsidian headquarters, and if there are certain loopholes that has been breached, all the power technically shut down, or they become weak” The rugged one replied, some of his skin shedding leaving a patch of pink skin.“Uhm” I hummed with my brows furrowed, half of what they were saying not sticking to my head.“ We Supply all the powers to the headquarters, the weapons and even the data, so anytime there is a problem in the headquarters, all our technologies shuts down a
BRIAN’S POV HellThese past few days has been hell, Lilith had been frustratingly annoying these past weeks ordering me around like I was her puppet.Her dark gaze pinning me down every single time, as if that was not enough the whole office was in chaos, one of our data was breached causing important information ti get to the wrong persons hands.The damn mayor.If she had listened to me when I told her to get rid of him, Heck we wouldn’t be in this position. Numerous phones were blowing up at the same time, angry voices spilling through the phones as the employees tried to placate them.Worse, our server was down, and several important deals had fallen through all because of this mayor.My impending board default meeting still hanging around me as I ran around, speaking with different organisations why they could still run business with us.The mayor was a gone man.“Brian, I think you should handle this” Lilith’s secretary
LUCIEN’S POV It felt like I had been run down by a truck, my whole body reeling with pain as I tried to open my eyes, the light searing into my eyes making me close it hastily.My head ringing with pain, a run down of what happened earlier playing in my head like a broken down CD The cuts across my back tingling as they closed back, the room void of any form of life only low guttural growl.The muscles in my body constricting as I hastily stood up ignoring the pain shooting up my legs as I made my way to where the sounds was coming from.Low growls and high pitched shrieks as they discussed between themselves, the inkwell their object of discussion. Their high pitched sounds frustrating as they held it with their filthy hands, a foul smell hanging on to every corner of the room.I was surprised that three injured hordes worked with so much efficiency, the whole house ridden of the bodies and blood that stuck on to every corner of the r
EMMA’S POV The nightmares, they were back.Back with so much gusto it had me shaking , reeling and begging. There was something different about this one. This one had substance to it, it felt more real and they played on till the next morning.I could feel my head ringing, screams and whispers holding me captive. Their words vivid even when I woke up the next morning, the blood wrenching screams still searing into me long after the nightmare.Remembered how they plagued my dreams, faceless men hunting me into the shadows, plaguing my mind and afflicting me.“Are you alright Emma? Lucien asked, his face scrunched up with concern as he made his way to me.The bedspread trashed and tossed onto the marbled floor. “Water, I need water” I choked out, my voice hoarse from all the screaming and yelling that took place last night.“Here”Collecting the cup of water from Lucien’ outstretched arms, I chugged it down greedily. Some escaping through the corners of my mouth gulped the whole cup
EMMA’S POV A loud guttural scream followed immediately by a huge thud, jolting me awake from my little slumber.“Lucien? I croaked out groggily waiting tiredly for his response.When I heard none, I carefully made my way out. My heart beating frantically as I walked through the hallway, small sweats forming at my temples .My mind playing dirty tricks on me as I took in the unbelievably calm environment , even the birds weren’t chirping.I felt the clock tick unbelievable slow, a small uncontrollable scream escaping through my mouth as I took in Lucien’s mangled form on the floor, a look of pain etched onto his face.His body extremely still, as tears rolled down his face, whatever he was feeling I could not tell.“Lucien “ I called, frantically tapping his face as I looked for pulse, his whole body stiff like he had been freezed to death. The tears rolling down his eyes the only sign that he was alive.With a huge ordeal I sluggishly pulled him up, his whole weight lugging on my f
EMMA’S POV I could still remember the cloudless man trailing his scaly fingers down my skin, the disgust that had held me in a chokehold still prominent. I could still feel his dry tongue tracing invisible spot on my collar bone. The putrid smell that seemed to emanate from him had me reeling. His sudden hold on me, had me begging, pleading and kicking to be let go . If not for Lucien who had come to save me, that cloudless smelling man would have had his way with me over and over again.His smell was still hanging on to me as I lay in the bathtub, scrubbing my skin till it tingled with pain. Making sure the water was really hot, the steam scalding me, I wanted to get rid of all his stench as well as his touches that were sinful.The look in his eyes when he groped me, his tongue sticking out in the most disgusting way making my stomach churn.The carrot cake that I had savored moments ago threatened to spill out. Dousing myself in my lavender mist, ensuring to empty the whole bo
LUCIEN’S POV I felt myself levitating, floating across the still night with the stranger in a cloak, the only time he ever looked at me was when we were crossing the ocean.His gaze imploring as he muttered words under his breath that sounded like gibberish.A portal appearing out of no where as he made his way inside, head first before the rest of his body followed him.Although I was not completely conscious, I thought about making a u_turn scared of what the stranger was up to.I hadn’t made a decision when I felt myself being yanked through the portal, a small howl escaping my mouth as I made my way through the portal.I was greeted by a huge magnificent house, the walls archaic as the building stood tall looming over us both.The building glittering with small dusts that was sprinkled all over it. I loved the sudden feel of my legs in the grass.The stranger way ahead of me as he made his way towards the house. With every step that th