God dammit, I hate being a witch! Olivia Cult walked alone, abandoned by her family at eight years-old. She wandered through the village renowned for its thieves.The young girl clutched her body, contemplating the circumstances that left her homeless and rejected.“Hey, kid,” a stranger called. “Where is your mommy? It’s not safe to be alone.”“Go away,” Olivia said, walking away. He blocked her path.“Did anyone tell you that’s no way to talk to a grown-up?”“Please leave me alone.”“You’re awfully rude. Don’t worry, sweetheart. Come with me and I’ll take real good care of you.” He reached out to Olivia but she stepped back.“We could do this the easy way or the fun way, kid.” The man licked his lips. “The other day I loved the fun way.”Olivia pushed the man away and raced away. Villagers saw this scene, but ignored it. Olivia frowned,wondering why no one intervened. *** Imagine this started because of a book that
And now she ran for her life, with two goons targeting her in the night. She raced up to a civilian and tugged his sleeve, hoping to grab his attention. However, when this man turned, Olivia blinked when she saw a blank face. No eyes or mouth- just skin. She stepped back, but hearing the footsteps of her pursuers, she fled.Olivia’s heart pounded while she sprinted through the streets, not caring if she bumped into people along the way. She didn’t look up, afraid of what she might see.The girl entered an alley and expected she wouldn’t be spotted, but ever since she opened that book, things hadn’t gone her way. She reached a dead end and began to make a reverse turn but the guys blocked her path.“Nowhere to run, little miss.” One of them smirked and edged closer with each step she took. “We’re going to have some fun.”Olivia’s heart hammered against her chest and her back hit the dead end. She closed her lids, ready to accept her fate as they crept closer. But her trembling lips mut
William Morris sat in a busy café, alone. He was expecting his partner Allan any minute. Allan was running late as usual and William wished that this time it would be because he had a lead on the case. However, as soon as Allan entered the café, looking somewhat dishevelled and walking with a slight limp, William lost all his hope. Allan walked over to him and took a seat opposite to him.“You look like you have been outsmarted once again,” William said with disappointment.“I could use some food, I am starving,” Allan grunted easing himself in the chair.After a short while, a waitress approached and the two men ordered some food.“So?” William asked.“Well, they left no clue. I got the wrong person. They had charmed her into playing a decoy and I fell for it. The next thing I know is they had disappeared into thin air.” Allan explained.“Damn, we really need to do something about this. The bosses are not going to like this,” William said with obvious irritation.“I know Bill,” Allan
Seconds later she felt like she was spinning in a whirlwind, being lifted upwards. Suddenly, her feet touched the ground. When she opened her eyes she and William were inside the premises of a huge building; The School of Paranormal Arts.“We will go to the dorms now and while on our way, I will show you around,” William said.Olivia was astonished by the strange world around her. The school was huge. She peered into the rooms as she walked in the hallway with William.“This is the right place for you. Here you are safe and you can practise your craft with freedom. Besides, no one will ever judge you here.” William tried to reassure her.Olivia nodded. Most of the young people at school seemed to be enjoying their time. She looked at the two guys sitting in a garden talking to a huge crab.“They are Ben and Zac and that’s Nelly, their pet crab. She is also their subject of study. They are experimenting with their mind control skills.” William explained.Olivia watched as one of the tw
Back in Olivia’s hometown, Norton Salem Cult and his wife Elizabeth were packing their bags. Norton tried to comfort Elizabeth as tears rolled down her eyes. “This was bound to happen,” he said. “I know, but she’s so young,” she replied, chocking on her words. Years ago, Norton had made the decision to leave the Coven forever. His mother, who was also a witch, had told him that he was making a mistake. However, Norton had made up his mind. Elizabeth didn’t want to have anything to do with the twisted world of magic and he loved her far too much to let her go. The book, nevertheless, was supposed to go with him. It was his baggage to bear. He was the only heir. He had tried to bury it as deep as he could but he had known all along that it would resurface. It was a legacy impossible to get rid of. The right person in his blood line would find it automatically. Little did he know that it would be his daughter Olivia. The curse of the Salem Cult had returned to haunt his child. He coul
Back at the former orphanage, Onika arrives to the burnt down building trending cautiously.“Nelson?” Onika called out.Her call was met with an unwavering silence that agitated her sense of optimism.The priestess pulled out her amethyst from before to guide her to any trace of Styng’s magic.“Your not gonna trick me again, Bitch.”The stone pulled her forward, making her way up the stairs.“Nelson,” Onika shouted. “Nelson.”The priestess came up stairs, scouring the floor with no results.“Dammit. Where is he.The amyhest stopped glowing as she held it in her palm.“Seriously?”“Help” A second voice called out.Onika rushed toward the voice only to find it not to be Nelson but Officer Kyle.“Onika?” The officer uttered, pressing his hands over his bleeding stomach which had large bite marks on the right side.“Officer?” Onika kneeled down to examine the bite mark. A Manticore.”A what?”“The creature that attacked you. I can tell by the marks on your body.”Onika dug into her bag, p
“What the habit have I done? Scott Nollax. 16 years old teenager stood over the body of a homeless woman in the middle of an empty street in Rochester, New York.I’m sorry I’m so sorry”.The feigner was covered in the woman's blood from his mouth to his chest.Sirens echoed from behind him as police cars drove from a distance.“No…. No……No”Scott ran from thePolice cars, zooming away at superhuman speed.The air rushing through his blue hair with a silver highlighter in it.The frantic teenager hood behind the valley between two buildings as police cans past him.“This …… this never happened before,” Scott said while clutching his head.Scott loosened his grip around his head as he heard a separate pattern of footsteps follow him.“Smell like a Vamp wolf” A 250 lb thug appeared with two biker thugs by his side." Looks like
The young vamp wolf brought himself to explain everything that he had endured before his untimely capture.“I can’t believe you went out after dark”. Sardonyx scowled.“You know the risk.”“I can’t stand being cut off from the rest of the world Scott explained.“I just wanted to go to the park for a little bit”.“This town is riddled with vampires and werewolves. Your luck that those goons in the valley were basic mutts. Plus, don’t get me started on these clowns in white”.“Who were those guys anyway?”Scott asked.“Don’t know most vamps aren’t that welt dressed. Or that powerful”Scott looked at this shirt still covered in blood from earlier.“That old lady.”Scott said.“What old lady?”“There was a homeless lady in the Park. She kept harassing me for money, but I kept saying no u