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Witches were particularly sharp against werewolves – their natural enemy. But against a freak of nature like Diana Ritchell, who was a part witch and a pure werewolf? Witches did not even blink when she dashed past them. From the moment Diana jumped off from the tree she was perched on, she followed the thread of fate. It was the instinct wherein her wolf, Teshin, was giving her the instructions from the back of her mind. Her eyes gleamed with desperate glint. Bordering between red and blue, Diana continued to flick her left wrist as she trudged into the building of the Genesis Coven. A sense of desperation added with the primal instinct to protect her mate and, of course, a touch of forgetting magic were mixed in. Thus, it created this bizarre situation. In her mind, a spell continued to chant – Chalimto. It was the word that came to her mind the moment she feared that she would be discovered. Uttering this in her mind repeatedly as her wrist flicked in resonance was the key to w
Red.Everything was red in Diana’s eyes.From the dried blood splattered around the floor and walls nearest to Diana’s hiding spot just a little beyond the corner to the center of the vast room where fresh crimson ink oozed like a stream – everything was red. The hue of flame illuminated the room. With each press of the molten iron onto the person’s back or limbs, the stale air of the room vibrated.The rattling of the enchanted chains and the screams of that person blended into a horrifying symphony.At the podium, which was the center of the illumination, a woman was chained.Though naked, her skin could not be seen from the open wounds and dried blood that littered her petite body. From her neck to her wrists, then to her ankles, the woman with frizzy hair was limped. She looked almost dead.Three… Nine… Twelve.There were twelve warlocks, each of them sharing one look – the curled lips of the devil.Two warlocks were making sure that the fire kept burning. Three warlocks took turn
Upon the momentary lapse of the twelve warlocks, Diana did not waste time. She raced to her mate and released the enchanted chains with a flick of her wrist before she moved to Talia and did the same. Kneeling between the two unconscious people with her back against the two, Diana raced against time. As the released magic undid the chains, she placed her palms on the two people’s chilling skin and whispered the spell. “Faurereium.” On cue, Dian felt the warmth of her magic that came from her soul – her strong desire to cure the two manifested by giving her magic an amber gleam as soon as it left her palm. This series of actions happened in three minutes. In the desolate and cold room, the warmth of her healing magic spread had awoken the frozen stupor of the twelve warlocks. “Stop the traitor!” “Who is she?” “I don’t know! I haven’t seen her face since I came to the coven and that is a long time!” “A newbie witchling?” “That caliber of magic? She’s no witchling,” a grim voice
“W-What is happening?” asked the warlock from Diana’s right side. His eyes wandered around the dungeon.Mirroring his action, the other ten warlocks gaped at the bizarre scene unfolding around them. They were the wielders of the power of nature, but even they were in awe of this unknown magic.Witnessing the murky floor turned into a marble one; or how the bloody and pungent walls became comparable to the hall of glory and festivities within their tower walls; or how gold littered the ceiling with hanging chandeliers everywhere.Gone was the rancid dungeon feared by many witches and warlocks, replaced with a beautiful room that was comparable to a Superior’s chamber!One warlock pinched himself and asked in a daze. “Are you sure we did not trigger a teleportation?”Upon the mention of their spell, the eleven warlocks finally snapped their attention to the woman who uttered an unknown enchantment at the same moment as them.‘Shit!’ Diana cussed at the back of her mind.Diana was hoping
A pained gasp escaped from Diana’s parched and cracked lips. Looking down, her shaky gaze met a pair of fierce ones, reminding her of the stormy seas. In a whisper, she called out a name. “Dylan… You’re awake.” Dylan sat up. His eyes gave a quick scan of his body before he looked around. Then, his gaze, which grew colder by the second, finally settled on the woman standing beyond the translucent barrier. “Why are you here? I told you to stay there no matter what!” Reaching out, Dylan stood and was about to step beyond the barrier when he was sent backward – rendering him speechless. Realization dawned upon him as he looked at his mate who was looking at him with a tear-stricken face. “Take this thing off –watch out!” Dylan banged the barrier in an attempt to move toward his mate when he saw a pillar that was about squash the crying Diana. Dylan’s next words were lost in the air when he saw how Diana did not even blink as she raised her hand and clenched close her once-opened pal
The moment Diana fell. Pillars and walls of bricks were about to crush her body when they disintegrated before they could even touch her body.Though she was on the verge of passing out, Diana still knew what was happening around her. When she saw how she was saved from the eminent death, she looked around and saw a silhouette standing to her right side.The wave of dust and smoke made it vaguer for Diana to see who it was no matter how she squinted her eyes. In a raspy voice, she asked the unknown savior.“W-Why did you save me?”The silhouette turned and was about to leave her be when the unknown person answered Diana. “Because you saved that child from hell.”By that child, Diana reckoned that the unknown savior was somehow connected to Talia.A depreciating smile appeared on Diana’s face as she exhausted the last bit of her energy in talking and turning on her back. Staring at the setting moon, she whispered to herself, not minding if the other heard her or not.“Who knows? Maybe
It was as if death came itself. In front of the behemoth of a wolf, the smell of death – their death – was around the corner. It loomed over the elder witches and elder warlocks. Even with their life experience, the scythe of death hovered over their necks and they could feel its imposing power with their magic. Gustav was the first one to snap out of their trance. With a wave of his hand, a staff appeared within his grasp. “Surround it” Superior Ricoz frowned. Like what Gustav did, the others also waved their hands and retrieved their staffs and wands. It had been years since they last summoned them. “What sorcery are we doing this time? What spell can bind that?” asked Superior Ricoz. “Ask later!” Gustav looked at the other elders. “Let’s recreate the seal! On to your positions!” Gustav took the lead and positioned himself at the head of the formation which was directly in front of the growling wolf. On cue, the four elders took their designated position. If Diana was here, sh
Talia stood behind the man who was cradling a woman’s corpse.Her thick lashes blinked, making the insect fly away from her eyes. Even with magic, nothing could stop the swarm of flies around the area.It was of no wonder.Five bodies were left in the open for a week already while the other hundreds were reduced to a mere pile of dust that faithful night.“Your mate fought a noble battle. Let her rest, wolf king. It is the least that we can do for her,” said Talia. Her tone was eerily calm as her eyes, which would remind anyone of the deep green forest, lacked any ripple of emotion or empathy.The man, who did not move from that position for seven days already, answered Talia with a low growl. It was a low warning yet the clear warning was evident from his deranged blue eyes.If it only happened a day after her death, maybe Talia would relent. But when she glanced at the exposed skin of the woman who had saved her—purple bruises started to appear on her skin. After all, it had been se