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SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE Chapter 65 ~CASPER'S POV~
"YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU KNEW caspian and Dante, like, in the flesh?" Vivaldi's voice trembles with disbelief. "Yes, I knew them like the back of my hand," I confirm, watching his reaction carefully. "Oh my god!" Vivaldi exclaims, ruffling his hair frantically as if trying to rid himself of an infestation. His laughter rings with a manic edge, and before I can process his erratic behavior, he backhands me across the face. The force of the blow nearly knocks me off my stool, and I growl through clenched teeth, my pain and anger burning in my eyes. "I'm sorry," he apologizes hastily, seeing the rage in my expression. "But where the hell have you been my whole fucking life? All this time, everyone kept telling me that Caspian died without passing on the power of the First Blood. But my desperation for a cure made me hold onto hope, even when there seemed to be none." Vivaldi's eyes bore into mine, demanding answers. "No more secrets, right? So tell me, where did you go after Caspian's
Last Updated : 2024-11-21SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE Chapter 66 ~CASPER'S POV~
WHEN I AWOKE, AN EERIE SILENCE filled the room. I cautiously surveyed my surroundings, taking in the horrific scene before me. Agatha's lifeless body sprawled across the floor, and DeAndre lay nearby, his heart torn from his chest. Ignoring the grotesque dead vampires and Werewolves, I rushed to the ornate window where Cassius would often gaze out. My heart sank as I took in the sight of hundreds of lifeless bodies scattered across the grounds. Tears stung my eyes, and I fell to my knees, sobbing at the realization that my master lay among them. "No!" I cried, unwilling to accept the truth before me. Desperate for a closer look, I bolted for the front door, only to find myself teleported back to the living room. Confused and distraught, I tried every possible exit—doors, windows, any opening I could find—but each attempt only brought me back to the same spot. Defeated and devastated, I slumped to the floor, my cries echoing through the mansion. Suddenly, a cold hand grasped my l
Last Updated : 2024-11-22SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE Chapter 67 ~CASPER'S POV~
I'M SITTING IN MY DESK, HALFWAY through a physics lesson, when I feel a light tap on my shoulder. I twist around to see a beautiful girl, her features as delicate as a porcelain doll's. She's got captivating emerald eyes, framed by impossibly long, dark lashes, and a button nose that suits her heart-shaped face perfectly. Her golden locks cascade over her shoulders like a silken waterfall. Her soft pink lips part slightly as she leans in, a hint of rose-scented perfume teasing my senses. In a hushed, musical voice, she whispers, "I'm sorry to disturb you, but your girlfriend wanted me to give you this note." Her voice is so low I have to strain to catch every word, but her crystal-clear tone reminds me of a tinkling bell. My brows crease in confusion at the mention of a girlfriend. As far as I know, I don't have one! But I set aside that mystery for now and nod a silent thanks to the girl, turning my attention back to the droning teacher. Her slender fingers brush mine, soft as v
Last Updated : 2024-12-07SNOW 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 fal
Last Updated : 2024-03-04SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE Chapter 2 ~Vivaldi's POV~
THERE I AM, MY BLOOD RUNNING AS cold as ice because I know the situation is about to become as chaotic as a food fight in a cafeteria. I tilt my head and purse my lips, trying to remember what I had said about this guy. Oh yes, Mr. Bean Head and his shiny baldness. I let out a fake laugh, "I say, I want a mug of beer!" But he isn't buying my little charade. Not even for a moment. His chest puffs up like a rooster about to crow as he growls, "No, no. What did you call me?" I cough, my brain scrambling for an escape. "Uh, I said, Mr. Blonde Head!" I lie through my teeth, praying he’ll take the bait. This guy looks utterly confused as he examines his reflection in a bottle behind the bar, stroking his smooth scalp. "But… I'm not a blonde," he points out, his face scrunched up in a puzzled expression. Alright buddy, you've got it coming. A sly grin spreads across my face. This is going to be entertaining. "If you're not a blonde," I say, pausing dramatically, "then that means
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SO HERE I AM, like a 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 me when I c
Last Updated : 2024-03-05SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE Chapter 4 ~Casper~
SO THERE THEY ARE—THE GIRLS, just standing there like a couple of mannequins, jaws practically kissing the ground. Their eyes bulge out like they've just wandered into fairytale castle or something. I come thundering down the stairs, making a ruckus. The girls finally snap out of their trance, and their gaze zeroes in on me—all wide-eyed and unblinking. I'm a walking disaster—heart drumming away in my chest, sweat rolling down my face, and my hair? Yeah, let's just say it's doing this wild, untamed bird's nest thing. "I, uh, thank thee," I choke out, fighting the urge to sound like a total lunatic. I'm bursting with gratitude on the inside, but I manage to keep myself from bouncing off the walls or squeezing the life out of them. Instead, I fling my arms around their shoulders, reeling them in for a good old-fashioned bear hug. So the girls are awkwardly patting my sweaty back, sneaking glances at each other with raised brows—it's safe to say they aren't exactly accustomed to g
Last Updated : 2024-03-05SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE Chapter 5 ~Casper~
SCARLETT, WINTER, AND I CHAT and laugh like old friends catching up. Their banter fills the air, brimming with curiosity and confusion. Scarlett's sitting cross-legged on the couch, her red hair flowing down her back like a flame. Winter leans in, her blue eyes twinkling with excitement as she whispers, "Hey, Casper, get this! Our girl Scarlett couldn't see this house from the outside, but the moment the door opens, bam, it appears out of thin air. It's like the house was playing a game of hide-and-seek—a real master of disguise!" Scarlett throws her hands up, her forehead creasing in frustration. "I know, it's crazy, right? I mean, we've biked past this street our entire lives, and we've never noticed this house until now." "Maybe the house was always here," she suggests, "Sometimes, we get so wrapped up in our own thoughts that we miss what's right in front of us." “It was like being in a movie, Casper!” She continues, waving a sleek rectangular device, “My phone couldn’t even ta
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SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE Chapter 67 ~CASPER'S POV~
I'M SITTING IN MY DESK, HALFWAY through a physics lesson, when I feel a light tap on my shoulder. I twist around to see a beautiful girl, her features as delicate as a porcelain doll's. She's got captivating emerald eyes, framed by impossibly long, dark lashes, and a button nose that suits her heart-shaped face perfectly. Her golden locks cascade over her shoulders like a silken waterfall. Her soft pink lips part slightly as she leans in, a hint of rose-scented perfume teasing my senses. In a hushed, musical voice, she whispers, "I'm sorry to disturb you, but your girlfriend wanted me to give you this note." Her voice is so low I have to strain to catch every word, but her crystal-clear tone reminds me of a tinkling bell. My brows crease in confusion at the mention of a girlfriend. As far as I know, I don't have one! But I set aside that mystery for now and nod a silent thanks to the girl, turning my attention back to the droning teacher. Her slender fingers brush mine, soft as v
SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE Chapter 66 ~CASPER'S POV~
WHEN I AWOKE, AN EERIE SILENCE filled the room. I cautiously surveyed my surroundings, taking in the horrific scene before me. Agatha's lifeless body sprawled across the floor, and DeAndre lay nearby, his heart torn from his chest. Ignoring the grotesque dead vampires and Werewolves, I rushed to the ornate window where Cassius would often gaze out. My heart sank as I took in the sight of hundreds of lifeless bodies scattered across the grounds. Tears stung my eyes, and I fell to my knees, sobbing at the realization that my master lay among them. "No!" I cried, unwilling to accept the truth before me. Desperate for a closer look, I bolted for the front door, only to find myself teleported back to the living room. Confused and distraught, I tried every possible exit—doors, windows, any opening I could find—but each attempt only brought me back to the same spot. Defeated and devastated, I slumped to the floor, my cries echoing through the mansion. Suddenly, a cold hand grasped my l
SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE Chapter 65 ~CASPER'S POV~
"YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU KNEW caspian and Dante, like, in the flesh?" Vivaldi's voice trembles with disbelief. "Yes, I knew them like the back of my hand," I confirm, watching his reaction carefully. "Oh my god!" Vivaldi exclaims, ruffling his hair frantically as if trying to rid himself of an infestation. His laughter rings with a manic edge, and before I can process his erratic behavior, he backhands me across the face. The force of the blow nearly knocks me off my stool, and I growl through clenched teeth, my pain and anger burning in my eyes. "I'm sorry," he apologizes hastily, seeing the rage in my expression. "But where the hell have you been my whole fucking life? All this time, everyone kept telling me that Caspian died without passing on the power of the First Blood. But my desperation for a cure made me hold onto hope, even when there seemed to be none." Vivaldi's eyes bore into mine, demanding answers. "No more secrets, right? So tell me, where did you go after Caspian's
SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE Chapter 64 ~VIVALDI'S POV~
IN THE BAR, GLASSES CLINK, AND echoes with lively chatter. Casper and I raise our glasses, toasting amidst the boisterous voices."How can I lift your spirit, Mr. Vivaldi?" Casper asks, eyes fixed on my troubled gaze. Tipping my scotch glass, I savor the smoky scent before downing it in one fiery gulp. The burn rushes down my throat as I set the glass back on the counter with a gentle clink.Casper follows suit, his face twisting in pain, gasping for air. Hand pressed against his chest, he tries to douse the flames within. I lean in, worry etched on my brow."You okay, man?" I ask, concern ringing in my voice.Raising a shaky hand to halt me, Caspers wheezes, "Do I look okay?" His voice strained from the effort.I shrug, humor sparkling in my gaze. "Casper, how can you not handle something so devilishly smooth?" I joke, eyeing the half-empty bottle's amber liquid.He gives me an incredulous look, chest heaving. "How do you drink that without your insides burning to a crisp?"I can't h
SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE ~Chapter 63~
BARRINGTON TAKES A DEEP BREATH, his gaze fixed on the phone number displayed on the screen before dialing it. He fidgets with his pen, anxiety building as the line rings. When the call connects, he smiles as he hears the voice on the other end."Hello and good afternoon! Am I speaking with Mr. Flynt?""Yes, who is this and how may I help you?"Barrington clears his throat, trying to sound as official as possible. "Ahem... This is Barrington Jackson, calling from Shadowvale's police department.""Barrington, as in the chief of police?"Barrington can't help but puff up a bit with pride. "Yes, that's right.""Oh, wow! For real? Long time, man..."Barrington grins. "Yeah, it's been a while. How have you been?""I'm good, I'm good. And you? Still keeping the streets of Shadowvale safe, huh?"They chat for a while, catching up on old times. But Barrington knows he has a purpose for this call, so he eventually steers the conversation towards it."Listen, I hope you don't mind me asking, but
SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE Chapter 62 ~Casper's POV~
I’M SLOWLY WAKING UP, RUBBING the sleep from my eyes, when I notice a small, mysterious figure sitting on an armchair across from me. Their tiny legs are crossed, and they're holding this huge book that covers their entire face. I can’t make out their features, but I know exactly who it is.I manage to croak out, "What are you doing in my room?", my voice still heavy with sleep as I struggle to sit up.There’s a moment of silence, but then, BAM! The book snaps shut with a thunderous sound, revealing none other than Vivaldi. His bright, curious eyes peer out at me from behind these round, wire-rimmed glasses I've never seen him wearing before. His raven black hair is all ruffled, like he’d just rolled out of bed.With an excited pitch in his voice, Vivaldi exclaims, "You're awake, Snow Boy!" His enthusiasm is unmistakable, as he questions, "How was Dreamland?"All I can do in response is roll my eyes, not feeling up to dealing with Vivaldi's eccentricities.So, Vivaldi's expression tur
SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE Chapter 61
CHIEF OFFICER BARRINGTON STEPS into his father's home, his boots announcing his arrival with each squeak against the tiles. He finds Norman, his father, in his favorite armchair, a cup of Earl Grey tea steaming at his side.Norman raises his gaze, his eyes crinkling with warmth as a smile etches itself upon his weathered face. "Well, look who it is—my favorite son," he quips, rising from his chair with a soft groan.A chuckle escapes Barrington as he wraps his father in a warm embrace. "I'm your only son, Dad," he reminds him with a grin.Norman steps back, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "That's exactly why you're my favorite."The two men sit on the couch, and Norman asks the maid to bring an extra cup so they can share tea. Barrington thanks his father, takes a sip of the tea, and feels its warmth radiate through his chest as he relishes the comforting taste of home."Dad, you truly make the best tea in all of Shadowvale and beyond," Barrington compliments, his appreciation eviden
SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE Chapter 60
A PERSISTENT RAPPING ON THE DOOR slices through the silence, echoing in the quiet house. After a moment’s pause, the door groans open, and soft footsteps make their way to Winter’s bedside."Winter, honey," her mother calls gently, her hand landing on Winter's shoulder in a featherlight touch. Winter grimaces in her sleep, squirming and mumbling, her brow furrowing like a worried accountant’s."Winter!" Her mother's voice rises an octave, and her taps on Winter's shoulder intensify. Winter wakes with a gasp, her chest heaving like a marathon runner's. Her mother quickly envelops her in a tight embrace, her hand tracing soothing circles on Winter's back."Another bad dream, sweetie?" her mother whispers, her voice a salve to Winter's troubled spirit.Winter nods, her eyes wide as saucers. Her mother presses a hand to Winter's forehead. "You're burning up. Are you feeling okay?"Winter shakes her head vehemently as she recalls the paranormal events that transpired yesterday. She isn’t f
SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE Chapter 59
A POLICE CAR IS PARKED IN THE driveway of a cozy bungalow. Three officers—Thompson, Rodriguez, and Jenkins—stand in the yard, their eyes scanning the area with a sense of confusion.It appears as though a wild celebration, orchestrated by Mother Nature herself, has taken place in the street. Shards of broken glass litter the pavement, sparkling like scattered diamonds. Streetlights lean precariously, as if they were tired partygoers, while the broken windows of nearby houses gape like stunned onlookers.Rodriguez, his mustache twitching, thoughtfully rubs his chin. "What on earth could have caused this disaster?" he wonders aloud.Officer Thompson, his wire-rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, raises his hands in resignation. "I'm at a loss! The locals are torn between a bomb blast and an earthquake. Your guess is as good as mine!"Jenkins, hands firmly on her hips, raises a skeptical eyebrow. "An earthquake? In our quiet little town? That’s hard to believe."Rodriguez fr
