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Chapter 57 ~Vivaldi's POV~
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SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE Chapter 1 ~ Vivaldi's POV~
SO, HERE I AM, SPRAWLED OUT on this cold, damp cave floor, naked and vulnerable. My small hands are cuffed with massive chains, and as I try to move, I let out a groan that bounces off the cave walls like a wounded animal’s cry. My flesh and bones scream in unison, each one throbbing in agony. The keys to my freedom lay temptingly close on the gritty cave floor, but my hands are shaking, weighed down by the heavy chains and pulsating pain. I have to tough it out, waiting for my secret superpowers to kick in and patch me up. They’ll knit my broken bones, stitch my torn flesh, and ease that relentless, shrieking pain. The cave walls are splattered with dried blood, like some twisted abstract art gone haywire. Deep claw marks scar the stone surface, evidence of my, "Wolf" abilities. Finally, sweet relief washes over me! The pain ebbs away as my body miraculously knits itself back together. With a triumphant grunt, I grab the keys, fumble with the locks of the chains until they fall of
SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE Chapter 2 ~Vivaldi's POV~
SO, THERE I AM, BLOOD RUNNING cold as ice, 'cause I know things are about to get as messy as a food fight in a cafeteria. I do that thing where I tilt my head, lips scrunching into a perfect 'O', trying to remember what I'd said about this guy. Oh, right—Mr. Bean Head and his shiny baldness. Yup, I'd stepped in it now, like a fresh pile of dog poo on a brand-new pair of sneakers. I let out a fake laugh, "I say, I want a mug of beer!" But he's not buying my little song and dance. Nope, not even for a hot second. His chest puffs up like a rooster about to crow as he growls, "No, no. What did you call me?" I cough, brain scrambling for an escape hatch. "Uh, I said, Mr. Blonde Head!" I lie through my teeth, praying he'll swallow it like a greedy bass at a fishing derby. This guy, bless his heart, looks utterly baffled as he stares at his reflection in a shiny bottle behind the bar, running a hand over his smooth scalp. "But… I'm not a blonde," he points out, his brow scrunched u
SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE Chapter 3 ~Vivaldi~
SO HERE I AM, FEELING like the cat that got the cream as I lap up the rich, honey-like blood. My serpentine tongue savors every sweet drop, like it's the nectar of the gods. I can't get enough, but eventually, the poor guy's body goes limp in my grasp, so I let him drop. His glassy eyes stare up at me, so I gently close them. I'm not a complete monster, you know? I let out a long, satisfied breath, then hop up onto the bar counter, my gaze sweeping over the rows of glittering bottles. So many choices! I can't decide which one to go for, so I do a little “eeny meeny miny moe” until my fingers land on a fancy-looking bottle of Johnnie Walker. “Aha!” I exclaim. The thick, curvaceous glass and the swirly pattern on the label catch my eye, so I figure, Why the heck not? I grab the bottle, jump back down to the ground, and crack it open. As I take a long, deep swig, the sweet, bubbly liquid dances on my tongue. I can't help but let out a contented sigh. “Next time, you won't argue with m
SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE Chapter 4 ~Casper~
THERE THEY ARE—THE GIRLS, standing still as statues with their jaws practically hitting the floor. Their eyes bug out like they've just walked into a palace straight out of some fairy tale. I come barreling down the stairs, like a whole stampede. The girls snap out of their daze, and their eyes dart to me, wide and unblinking like a pair of owls. I'm a hot mess—my heart's pounding, sweat's pouring down my face, and I'm pretty sure my hair's doing its best impression of a bird's nest. "I thank thee," I croak out, trying not to sound like a total weirdo. My heart swelled with appreciation, but I restrained myself from jumping up and down or hugging the daylights out of them. Still, I threw my arms around their shoulders, drawing them into a warm, friendly embrace. The girls tentatively pat my sweat-soaked back, their eyes darting between each other with raised eyebrows—it's pretty clear they're not used to random bear hugs from total strangers. I step back, flashing them a sheepish
SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE Chapter 5 ~Casper~
Scarlett, Winter, and I exchange stories as if we are old friends catching up over beers at a pub. Their voices are lively, mixing amazement with confusion. Winter leans towards Scarlett, conspiratorially, as if sharing a secret. “Listen, Casper,” she whispers, “Scarlett couldn’t see this house from the outside. It was like the damn place was playing a game of hide-and-seek. But once she was inside, there it was—as grand and clear as day, like some sort of magic act.” “I know, right?” Scarlett chimes in, her confusion evident. “It’s really bizarre. I just can’t make sense of it.” “Maybe the house was always there, right in front of us,” Scarlett speculates. “Sometimes we get so caught up in our thoughts that we miss what’s right under our noses.” Scarlett’s eyes light up like a bonfire as she exclaims, “It was like something out of a movie, Casper!” She points at her sleek, glimmering phone, “My phone, it wouldn’t take a picture of the house at first! Can you believe it?” Sca
SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE Chapter 6 ~Casper~
THERE I WAS, SPRAWLED OUT ON THE FLOOR like a forgotten toy. My body felt heavy and worn-out. It suddenly dawned on me: even vampires can't stay young forever without a good sip of blood. I mean, here I was, an ancient vampire, and my usually dependable powers had given up on me. My arms and legs were no longer the strong, flawless limbs they used to be. Instead, they hung lifelessly at my sides, making me feel like an old puppet whose strings had been cut. My energy seemed to be draining away, leaving me in a bit of a pickle. A nice, juicy neck to sink my fangs into would have been a real treat right about now. As I lay there, contemplating my dilemma, the sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over my skin. It felt almost like an ex-lover trying to coax me back into their fiery embrace. As the day progressed, the sun leisurely traversed the sky, time moving slowly as though the day was in no hurry at all. A whirlwind of panicked thoughts stormed through my head,
SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE Chapter 7 ~Vivaldi~
The dude raised his eyebrows, staring straight at me. “Pray tell, young one, what dost thou do here, and by what means hast thou gained entry to mine own dwelling?” I couldn’t hold back a laugh. “You’re kidding, right? You think I’m just gonna spill the beans like that? Give me some credit!” He glared, his face scrunching up like a discarded candy wrapper, which only made me laugh harder. Scanning the room, I nodded in appreciation. “Hey, I’m Vivaldi Monteverdi, by the way. Not too shabby of a place you’ve got here. It’s cosy and chic – perfect for some serious I*******m envy!” I grinned, then added, “Looks like you’ve got some spare space here. What do you say we room together?” His face tightened like he’d chomped down on a lemon. “Pray, reveal unto me the nature of thine intentions.” he demanded, “What bringeths thee to mine abode?” I echoed his words with a sassy twist, “You mean, what brings your fabulous self to my snazzy new pad?” His glare intensified, eyes narrowing as he
SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE Chapter 8 ~Vivaldi~
TENSION CRACKLES IN THE AIR AS THE DUDE growls. He shoves the girl back, yelling, “Enough!” His voice echoes through the room like a dramatic actor’s. “I have no inclination towards the consumption of human blood any longer, do you comprehend my sentiment?” He squares up to the girl, all puffed-up and bossy-like. “Hearken, young lady. Flee, and cease not your flight until a great distance separates you from this place.” The girl’s eyes dart between us, fear wafting off her in waves. For a second, she’s frozen in place, but then she nods and makes a run for it. Before you can say 'vampire speed,' I zip over to her and grab her arm. “Not so fast, darlin',” I tease, grinning slyly. “You're my brother's snack, and you ain’t leaving until he takes a bite.” The girl glances between us, her forehead creased with confusion. For a second, her eyes soften as she looks at my Shakespeare-wannabe brother, like she’s relieved or something. But then, quick as a flash, she slips out of my grasp an
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