The moment Beltza saw Accashia standing behind the window, the wolf of black and white tensed his shoulders. Teeth bared, his shoulders moving and was preparing to lunge at her — to attack. He growled at the young woman. Pilak saw that his father was about to attack. With a whimper, he struggled to sit up. The beast howled. ‘Accashia.’ His voice cracked as he connected with his mate. The beast was glad that his mate made it just in time. His arm was bleeding a lot. The Silver Beast tried to stop his father from attacking, but he fell on his side. ‘Accashia. They’re too powerful.’ Beltza sprang towards Ursula. As if it was practice, on cue — the Wicked Witch lifted her arm. Her fingers ran against the soft — matted fur of the bigger beast. She gripped then caressed it, as if the King, the Alpha was her pet. Dry vines crawled and slithered against the cold floor. The thorns dig against the cracks of the stone floor, sinking in like a hook. It settled until Accashia’s feet felt the st
Ursula had always been a free soul. She loves to run with the wind while riding on the horse. She loved the smell of burning coal. Ursula had always admired the strength of those who are strong and pitied those who are weak. It’s one of those qualities why she was chosen to be the yellow Shaman by the mother. And Luntian, Luntian was anointed with the power of the Black Shaman. The Shaman who is directly linked with the spirit world. Luntian wondered where it all went wrong as she watched the Vision of the past. She watched the old Ursula. The one with a smile on her face. The one who loved to smile and the one who loved to ride horses. ‘Where did it all go wrong?’ She asked herself. Different kinds of questions clouded her mind. ‘Is it me?’ ‘What could it be?’ ‘Was there something I had failed to see?’ ‘What is it? What is it?’ The moment the Black Shaman was pulled from the visions back to reality — it’s as if all her strength was pulled out of her body. “I think my neck and
It happened at the spur of the moment. It happened when the soft pale light from the moon illuminated the room. And exposed Bathal whose eyes were blank. The beast of black and white was seemingly staring off the distance. Pilak and Accashia — as well as Ursula. All of them, everyone was getting anxious. Not only that but everyone was tired. When the young woman with ginger hair raised her blade and stabbed the beast’s chest, it only happened because Bathal did not see Accashia coming. For there was an intrusive voice that was creating havoc in his lulled mind. His mind which had been silenced for years. His mind that had been seemingly trapped in a cage. Boxed. Trapped and lost. A voice so familiar — a voice which he had not heard in decades. ‘My love.’ A beautiful voice rang inside his core, pulling his heartstrings. And then a trace of golden hair flowed in his mind. The smell of a meadow after the rain filled his senses. Eyes as beautiful as dusk popped in his mind. And it rattl
Tyrone, the strongest hunter of the nameless Village gives his wife a tired smile after they’ve rid of all the monsters, the boney creatures. He takes Alina by the hand and leads her into the clearing where all the monster's remains were gathered to be lit on fire, to turn their bones into ashes. One of the remaining Shadow who managed to survive the clash was chained.“Are you sure that is safe?” Alina asked, leaning closer to her husband as she gave the monster a disgusted look. Repulsed by the emptiness in its eyes, yet there was an ember. A glow. It’s the trapped soul. “It looks really angry.” “How can you say that it’s angry when that ‘thing’ doesn’t even have a face?” Tyrone answered with a smug smile, earning an eye roll from his wife. There were unbreakable chains on its bony ankles and wrists. Chains around its ribs and chains around the femur. And just to be cautious, the Hunters placed a collar on its spine. Even with the monster’s incredible and superhuman-like strengt
Ursula swallowed against the dryness of her throat after hearing that her sister, Luntian, was alive. “She’s alive?” She asked, wide eyed and looked like she was about to faint for all the color in her face disappeared. She was pale before, now she’s as pale as a ghost. “You’re lying, that woman couldn’t have survived! I slashed her throat, I saw her bleed!” Accashia’s face becomes stiff, then it softens just a bit after hearing the desperation in Ursula’s voice. “Did I stutter when I said that Luntian is alive?” She moved closer to the witch, the fear in her heart disappeared for their situation had completely switched. Accashia tilted her head to the side, and with every move, with every step it made the Witch’s heartbeat erratic. The Witch’s flight or fight response came alive, for she knew that she had to be witty in order to survive. “A strong Sorceress once told me that lying is a sin. And now — she’s whispering to my ear that your future is grim.” The Wicked Witch shook her he
Luntian ran towards the King. Bathal, the Alpha, sags in Luntian’s arms the moment he takes his first step. “My King!” Luntian screamed. Her tears welled into her eyes and rolled down her colored cheeks. Mayari Tabbu however huffed and puffed her cheeks. The Sorceress still holds a little bit of grudge towards the Alpha. He banished the Sorceress from the Kingdom after all. But still. “Welcome back to the land of the Living, our King.” She greeted him with a smile, then looked down at Ursula whose face Mayari Tabbu could only describe as vile. “My King, is it really you?” Luntian cried as she helped the Alpha get back to his feet. Bathal shook his head, licking his cracked and dried lips. He snarled from the sharp intense pain in his head. The pain was so intense, it was as if blood and water filled his lungs; drowning and drowning all over again then brought back to life in a never ending cycle. When Bathal looked at his surroundings his pupils constricted, shrinking from the ra
The dawning sun shed a little spark of light into the dark Castle. And yet, the darkness in everyone’s eyes wallowed. All of them stared at the Wicked Witch and the Shadow of the eye that loomed on top of her head. The eye of Abbadon was painted with swathes of gold, brown and copper. “One hour… an hour and your son dies along with this woman, son of Banaua. Unless…” ‘Unless what?’ Bathal asked himself as he took in a deep breath, the sharp tang of iron and faint scent of acid fumes filling his nostrils. The mixed scent of blood and poison. A harsh and cold wind was blowing in contrast with the warm light from the sun. It ruffled their hair, the wind so sharp that it made small cuts on their skin. Acashia had to cover Calleb to protect her mate from becoming wounded. Covering him from even more damage before it could be inflicted. It made the King turn his head towards his son, then turned his line of sight back to the Golden eye. Abbadon the first demon had his own twisted way of
Somehow, his abilities had grown and deep inside, he didn’t know if he should be worried. But for the moment, he was not troubled about his physical abilities — rather because he was worried if those two could handle the change. Malakeith, also known as Keith, was almost burnt to death when he was a child. And yet he managed to survive. When he was twelve, he was almost crushed by rocks. There was even a time when he was almost poisoned to death, and now the wolf inside him was spinning around. It feels like he was being cut and clawed from inside out. Keith and a few Hunters and Huntresses cried out loud as the Shadows they were told to fight were beginning to fall on the ground unexpectedly. The glowing flame on their chest disappearing into nothing. The young man crouched down as well as the others. The men and women screamed as their hands flew up to their heads — as if they’re having an inner battle. Xaphar, a Hunter from the nameless village approached Keith, taking one cauti