MITCH CHESTER"SHE WILL BE fine, Mitch," Lorna's soft voice broke through his thoughts. "Your agitation and anxiety won't help her at all, in fact, it has a worse effect."Mitch snorted. "Nothing could be worse.""I can tell you a couple of things that are worse," Lorna replied. "How would the children feel when they come back and find out that their mother is sick, and they see you're scared...""I'm not scared," Mitch opposed."You're white with fear," Lorna said. "I am tempted to give you one of my herbs to calm your nerves."Mitch scoffed and sat down on the couch. He grasped his hands to keep them from tapping, but the nervous energy went to his foot, and he still tapped it uncontrollably. Enrique noticed this and smirked, "As Lorna said, things could be worse. Not many people encounter what Vladimir did to her without dying or falling under his command..""How do you know that?" Mitch asked.Enrique ground his jaws and his eyes glazed as he went back in his memory. "Because I h
MITCH CHESTERHIS BEAST WAS restless as Mitch went about his day. He went back to his office to gaze aimlessly at his laptop screen and think about the state of the kingdom.After going through the costs accounted by the financial sector of the kingdom on the income and outcome of every revenue, he sighed and closed his laptop when the numbers began swirling in his eyes.Draco came in a few hours later, "You don't look well." He said. "Fancy a drink?"Mitch shook his head and pushed the laptop away. "What the fuck are these?" He snarled.Draco grunted and picked up the laptop. He scrolled through and skimmed the pages. "The price of things is on the rise tremendously.""Yeah no shit," Mitch muttered. "Diesel, Wood, even electricity bills..." Draco said. "They had to get some new things for the school too... that is exempting taxes that we have to pay to the state."Mitch snorted. All these didn't mean anything to him, but he wanted something to distract himself from the fact that his
MITCH CHESTERMITCH TOOK A deep breath before he spoke. "Something happened..." The children were too engrossed in their ice cream to pay him much attention."What is it, Dad?" Aiden asked absently."Your mother fell ill... seriously ill," Mitch answered.Slowly, the message sank in and they all paused. They looked at him wide-eyed with fear written all over their faces. "But... mum once told me that werewolves do not get sick..." it was Aiden who spoke.Mitch nodded grimly."She had the vaccine, right?" Addison asked, her voice shaking with unshed gears. "She can take the vaccine and get well again.""It is not that simple, Addie," Mitch's voice was tight with emotion. "This is a different kind of sickness.""Is she going to die?" Olly's small voice quietened their table.Mitch must have taken too long to answer because Addison burst into tears. "Shhh..." Mitch was immediately by her side, carrying her tenderly and hugging her to his chest. "Quiet, baby. Your mother isn't going to d
MITCH CHESTERHE HELD ON to Anna's hand even though she drifted off again, he watched the slow rise and fall of her chest. "She is going to be fine," His beast growled. Mitch nodded to convince himself, and then he stood up and went to the front room."Is she getting better?" He asked Lorna."You, tell me," Lorna replied. "The children told me she woke up." Mitch nodded. "That's an improvement," Lorna said. "I was not expecting her to wake up until a couple of days."Mitch snorted. "Do you have any of those weird teas? I need one.""I don't have any "weird" tea," Lorna snapped. "But there's coffee."Mitch nodded. "I'd take that."As Lorna poured the steaming drink into a small ceramic cup, she asked, "Did Anna say anything when she woke up?"Mitch took a small sip of the coffee and nodded. "This is good coffee."Lorna scoffed. "I grew the seeds in the backyard.""With these conditions?" He asked, gesturing out at the snow and ice all around."You underestimate her witchy powers," Enri
MITCH CHESTER THE EXPLOSION ROCKED the whole kingdom and could be seen from miles all around. Mitch covered Anna's body with his as the flames swallowed the whole cabin and reduced it to cinders. The flames burnt off his clothes and singed the hair on his back and the top layer of his skin too, sending waves of pain all through his body.When the explosion and the first wave of the fire were passed, he stood up slowly, Anna was safe. He heaved a sigh of relief, noting that the whole building was on fire and smoke filled the air. He carried her prone body gently, kicking away the few burning wood pillars standing."Enrique," He called through the smoke. "Lorna!" He looked around, not seeing anything because of the thick smoke. "Lorna!" He called again.He could hear the sounds of raspy breathing underneath the crackling fire. He shouldered through the burning house until he broke out. A small crowd had gathered around the cabin as they mobilized the water hosing systems to kill the fi
RICK FORSONTHE PAST DAYS have been a whole Rollercoaster for Rick and the Red Moon pack. Omega slaves have all been raised and were not integrated members of the pack and they have been shared into different branches of the pack. He found some very strong wolves amongst them that became part of the warriors; some became trackers and scout patrols, and some became nurses and healers of the pack. The newly added numbers made the pack run even smoother than it used to.Although many people, especially the high-ranked wolves, did not like this new change. Most of the high-ranked wolves felt that it was disrespectful for them to work with "omega slaves" as equals, and they still tried to impose their authority in secret.Beth and Charles were also among the people that hated this change.Rick knew what was going on between his wife and the man from the council, but if he pretended not to know. He preferred to be underrated by his enemies. A small knock came through his bedroom door; think
AS THE SUN went down, vampires came out of their sleeping places. It could be caves, or basements, anywhere away from the rays of daylight. The night was the active time for the undead bloodsuckers, and this night was no exception. In the darkened corners of the streets, vampires hung around, biting and sucking blood on unsuspecting victims, oftentimes leaving them for dead where they dropped."I do not mind killing every one of them myself," Vladimir said, holding a glass cup filled with a red liquid. "Bunch of mindless animals.""They are your creation, Vlad," Vorenus said. "You should be proud."Vladimir scoffed and took a small sip from his cup. "You," he said pointing at Vorenus and Alice. "You two are my creations... They," He gestured outside. "They are YOUR creations. And they disgust me."Vorenus looked away. "They'll come around soon.""You haven't even come around," Vladimir snorted. "You still drink blood like an animal.""We're all animals..." Vorenus countered."And her
FEW CENTURIES AGO, 50 B.C.EA POORLY DRESSED man marched through the stone-cobbled street, dragging a little dirty boy roughly. "Faster, boy!" The man snarled. They splashed barefoot through the puddle that muddied the road. The man barged through a small wooden shack. It was a rowdy bar filled with loud, half-drunk men.The man dragged the boy through the crowd and to the far back of the bar. He sat on a keg opposite another fat man and pushed the boy forward. "Here he is," the man said. "He can clean, and he will do anything you want him to. Anything."The fat man chuckled and leaned forward with some difficulty. "Is that so?"The man nodded and slapped the boy on the back, pushing him forward. The boy clasped his hands and looked as the fat man regarded him like a slab of meat."He is a bit skinny for my taste," The fat man said."Oh I can have him fattened up," The first man replied urgently. "He will have the family's portion for a week, he will become fat."The young boy did not