The man suddenly slammed on the brakes, and Aria's heart skipped a beat. "We have to leave, now!" he urged, his eyes were scanning the surrounding area.
The two hastily carried Lyrien out of the car and into the nearby forest, the trees are looming above them like sentinels. The man moved so swiftly, his knowledge of the terrain was evident as he navigated at the dense underbrush.
Not long after, they reached a small clearing, and in the center of it stood a cozy cottage, smoke was drifting lazily from the chimney. The man pushed the door open, and they entered, Lyrien's limp form carried between them.
The man placed Lyrien on a bed inside the small room, his movements were gentle despite the urgency of the situation. Aria looked around them, she was taking in the simple furnishings and the warm fire crackling in the hearth.
Just then, a little girl appeared to them in the doorway, her eyes were fixed on Aria. She was so young, no more than ten years old in age, but her hair was streaked with grey, giving her an otherworldly appearance.
The girl knelt before Aria, her eyes were shining with an unnerving intensity. "Greetings, Shadowbringer," she said, her voice low and husky.
Aria's eyes widened in surprise. "Shadowbringer?" she repeated, unsure what to make of the title.
The girl nodded, her grey hair falling around her face like a veil. "Yes, you are the shadowbringer''
Aria's curiosity got the better of her. "Why do you call me Shadowbringer?" she asked the girl, with her voice which was barely above a whisper.
The girl's eyes were seemed to bore into Aria's soul. "You are shadowbringer chosen to wield the power of the shadows," she said, with her voice filled in with an ancient wisdom. "Shadowbringer is one who walks between the light and the darkness, who brings balance to the forces that seek to destroy."
Aria's mind was reeling as she was trying to comprehend the girl's words. But before she could ask more questions, her thoughts turned to Lyrien. She begged the girl, "Please, you have to help Lyrien. I don't know why he's not healing. This is the first time this has happened."
The girl's expression turned solemn, and she nodded. "I will do what I can, Shadowbringer. But Lyrien's wound is not just physical. It is a wound of the soul, which was inflicted by a darkness that seeks to consume him."
Aria's heart suddenly skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"
The girl's eyes locked onto Lyrien's form. "His brother's hatred has cursed him, Shadowbringer. A curse that can only be broken by the power of the shadows."
Aria's desperation grew higher. "Please, you have to help him. I'll do anything."
The girl nodded, her grey hair rustling. "I will need your help, Shadowbringer. Together, we can save Lyrien from the darkness that threatens to consume him."
The man spoke up, his brow furrowed in skepticism. "Can a wolf like Erin really curse people? I thought only witches had that power."
The girl's gaze turned enigmatic. "Maybe Erin has resorted to using witchcraft."
Aria's eyes was widened in shock. "No, that's impossible. Erin would never..."
But the girl's words cut her off. "Desperation can drive people to do things they never thought possible, Shadowbringer."
Aria's determination surged up again. "I don't care what Erin's done. I'll do anything to make sure he doesn't die from this curse."
The girl nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "I knew I could count on you, Shadowbringer. Together, we'll gather the ingredients for a ritual to break the curse."
The man spoke up, his voice firm. "I'll help too. I owe Lyrien my life, i will also do anything to help."
Aria's eyes locked onto Lyrien's form, her heart was aching with compassion. "We have to save him. We can't let the curse consume him."
The girl's eyes gleamed with a fierce light. "Then let us begin, Shadowbringer. We have a long journey ahead of us, and time is running out."
The girl turned to leave into the inner room, she left Aria and the man [Erith] alone. A moment later, she turned to look at Aria, her eyes were gleaming with an otherworldly intensity.
As soon as she vanished from sight, Aria turned to the man. "Why was she staring at me like that?" she asked, there was a hint of unease creeping into her voice.
The man's expression was calm. "Don't worry, Aria. She's just sizing you up. Her name is Arachne, by the way. She's a Crone, a special form of witch."
Aria's eyes widened. "A Crone? What do you mean?"
The man's voice was low. "Arachne is more than 500 years old. She stopped growing physically at the age of 10, but her mind and powers have continued to evolve. She's a force to be reckoned with."
Aria's mind was reeled. "That's impossible. How can she be so old?"
The man smiled. "Arachne's powers have allowed her to cheat death, we can call her immortal. And don't worry, she will save Lyrien. She's the only one who can."
Aria's gaze drifted to the inner room. "But what about Erin and his men? They'll never stop looking for us."
The man's expression turned grim. "They'll never find this place. Arachne has protected it with powerful spells. We're safe here."
Arachne emerged from the room, there a collection of herbs which were clutched into her small hands. "Erith, help me hold Lyrien down," she instructed, her eyes fixed on the young man's prone form.
Erith nodded, he moved to pin Lyrien's shoulders as Arachne attempted to force the herbs into his mouth. After a few moments of struggle, she finally succeeded, and then closed her eyes, focusing her power.
But not long as she did, a sudden surge of energy burst forth from Lyrien's body, sending Arachne flying across the room. Lyrien's eyes snapped open, glowing with an unnatural light as he rose from the bed.
His eyeballs transformed into those of a wolf very red, and he fixed Aria with a fierce stare. With a snarl, he pinned her to the wall, his fingers closing around her neck like a vice.
"All the darkness must be wiped out," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "Die, you witch."
Aria struggled to free herself, but Lyrien's grip was unyielding. Arachne, still recovering from the sudden backlash, cried out in alarm.
"Lyrien, no! Stop!" she shouted, but Lyrien's eyes only burned brighter, his fingers tightening around Aria's throat.
Erith rushed forward, trying to intervene, but Lyrien's power was too strong. He tossed Erith aside like a doll, his gaze never leaving Aria's face.
In that moment, Aria knew she was staring into the face of pure evil. The curse must have consumed Lyrien, and she was its next victim.
Arachne suddenly rose on her feet, with her hands weaving intricate patterns in the air. She chanted in an occultic language, and suddenly a soft, pulsing light enveloped Lyrien.The light then grew brighter, and Lyrien's eyes was fluttered closed as he stumbled backwards, he released Aria from his grasp. He fell onto the floor, and fall asleep, it shows the magic had knocked him unconscious.Aria collapsed to the ground, she was coughing violently, Erith hurriedly rushed to her side. "Aria, are you okay?" he asked, with concern etched on his innocence face.Arachne's eyes never left Lyrien's on the floor. "He's a Moonwhisperer," she explained. "They calm the room, separating darkness and light. But they're also incredibly sensitive to darkness."Erith's gaze turned to Aria. "And Aria's a Shadowbringer, made of darkness."Arachne nodded. "The silver in the bullet that hit Lyrien reacted with his Moonwhisperer blood, causing this...aberration."Aria's coughing then subsided, and she lo
"Find Aria soon, Erin. Before the next full moon." The woman voice sounded like a warning.Erin's grip on the desk tightened. "What's the hurry?"The woman's voice dropped to again to him like a whisper. "Aria's no longer the tame wolf you knew inside the Seven Tower gates. Every second she's spending outside is makking her growing stronger, and the curse within her is stirring."Erin's eyes narrowed. "I know"The woman's stare at him with her gaze seemed to bore into his soul. "If another full moon rises, the curse in her wolf will grow louder and uncontrollable. By then, no witch or wolf will be able to face her. She'll be unstoppable."Erin's mind was reeled as the woman's words painted a terrifying picture. He had to find Aria before it was too late.The woman's eyes glinted with a fierce light. "You have two weeks, Erin. Find Aria, and bring her back to me. I'll help you get the scale off her, but you must act fast."Erin nodded, a plan already forming in his mind. He would stop
As soon as Arachne saw the woman, she rushed to embrace her. "Eluned!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with warmth.The two women hugged each other so tightly, like an old friends which just reunited after a very long time apart. Aria's curiosity was suddenly piqued as she couldn't take it in, she asked Arachne, "Is she the witch who will save Lyrien?"Arachne smiled and shook her head. "No, Aria. Eluned is not a witch or a wolf. She's a human, a skilled healer who will take care of Lyrien."Aria's eyes were welled up with tears as she knelt before Eluned, begging, "Please, you have to help me save Lyrien. I'll do anything, just please save him."Eluned's face was filled with compassion as she stroked Aria's hair. "Don't worry, child. I'll do everything in my power to save Lyrien. I promise."Aria's sobs became subsided, it was replaced by a glimmer of hope. She looked up at Eluned, with her eyes which was shining with tears. "Thank you...thank you so much."Eluned smiled and helped A
They all rushed inside the room, Aria was so anxious and scared to see Lyrien's condition. But as they entered the room, they were met with a surprise. Lyrien was sitting up, his eyes were opened and very alertive. He looked around, taking in the worried faces surrounding him.Aria was the first to react, she rushed to his side and flinging her arms around him. "Lyrien!" she exclaimed, tears of joy streaming down her face. "You're awake! You're okay!"Lyrien smiled were weak, his eyes were crinkling at the corners. "Aria, stop crying," he said, his voice been hoarse from disuse. "I'm fine. I'm alive."Aria couldn't stop, though. She held him so tightly, with her body shaking with sobs. She had been so scared, so convinced that she would lose him. But now, here he was, alive and whole.Arachne and Eluned exchanged relieved glances, smiling at each other. They had done it. They had saved Lyrien.As Aria continued to hug Lyrien, Lyrien put his hand on her,he stroked her hair, trying to
The room was filled with stunned silence, with everyone's eyes fixed on Lyrien in disbelief. Aria was the first to force herself to speak, her voice was shaking with emotion."I don't believe it, Lyrien. I refuse to believe that you're capable of killing your own mother. You're not that kind of person."Lyrien's expression was tortured, his eyes were flashing with pain.Aria continued with her words, her voice firm. "I've heard from Josh that you're searching for the Treasure of Time. That it will reveal everything that happened that night. I won't believe anything until we find it and uncover the truth."Lyrien snorted, his expression skeptical. "You really think something like that exists? I've searched for it everywhere, but it's just a myth. I don't believe it's real."Aria's jaw set in determination. "I don't care what you believe, Lyrien. I won't give up on you. I won't believe that you killed your own mother without solid proof. We'll find that treasure, and we'll clear your na
After a while, Erith patted Lyrien's shoulder, and Lyrien placed the bottle of alcohol down. Erith stood up and walked away, leaving Lyrien alone, sitting and gazing up at the starry sky.Lost in thought, Lyrien stared at the half-breed people around him, enjoying the music and each other's company. He look at how happy they are.After a while, Lyrien stood up and walked inside, he was taking his footsteps so quiet on the floor. He entered the room, finding Aria fast asleep, her face looks so peaceful in the dim light.Lyrien's heart was swelled with love as he gazed at her. He gently kissed her forehead, his lips was barely touching her skin. He then covered her well with the blanket, he then lay down beside her, wrapping his arms around her.As they slept, their bodies were entwined, and their hearts waere beating as one. Lyrien's hand cradled Aria's head, his fingers tangled in her hair. Aria's hand rested on Lyrien's chest, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles.Their l
Victor and his team arrived at the house, their cars were loaded with ammunition and weapons. The three vehicles pulled up behind quietly, trying not to draw attention to themselves. It was midnight, but the house was still lit up, music and laughter spilling out into the night air.Victor got out of the car, his gun at the ready. He surveyed the house from a distance, his eyes scanning the windows and doors. He signaled to the others, and they emerged from the cars, their own guns drawn.As they prepared to move forward, Josh called out from behind. "Victor, wait! Remember, we need the cursed wolf alive."Victor hesitated, his grip on his gun tightening. He had almost forgotten about that. Their mission was to capture Aria, the half-breed with the cursed wolf's blood, not to kill her.He turned to the others. "Let's move in quietly. We need to take them by surprise. Josh, you're with me. We'll take the front door. Mike, you're with Sarah. You take the back door. And Alex, you're our
Aria PovIn six days I shall be destroyed by the crescent moon.I am cuffed with the metal closing round my wrists, feeding off the energy of my wolf. Before me is the Seven Tower Gate, a dark monolith whose ancient power smothers mine. I'm a mutant-an impending bomb-a danger to my pack.The whispers of 'Born unclean, Threat to self / society,' still follow me. On my face, but also on my flesh, my body littered with scars from my time as their prisoner, their brand. Once each new crescent, and my strength explodes with little care of what it destroys.The gate groaned as it was slowly opened, and a mouldy piece of bread was thrown at my feet. A pitiful gesture to the monster they’d been conditioned to see me as. My father, the infamous Alpha had thrown me in the dephts of the Seven Tower Gate, a prison inside the Organization’s clutches. To the world, Opal had died – a lie spun out of thin air to keep their eyes and ears away. The truth was far less heartwrenching- I was the result of