Regina'Richard,' I called as he went silent all of a sudden. Concern filled my chest as I anxiously waited for a response, hoping that everything was alright. 'Are you there?''Yes...' Richard said, breaking his long silence. His voice sounded strained, and I could sense a hint of sadness in his reply. It was clear that something was bothering him, but he seemed hesitant to share.I gently pressed, "Is something wrong? You can talk to me, you know." I was concerned about his well-being; who knows what harm Charles can bring to him now?Richard let out a heavy sigh before finally opening up, 'I am fine.' He replied. 'Was just lost in some thoughts.' I could tell that Richard's response was not entirely truthful.'What kind of thoughts?' I asked, trying to show genuine interest. I wanted him to know that I was there for him, ready to listen without judgment.'Nothing.' Richard said to change the subject. I could sense Richard's reluctance to share his thoughts, but I didn't want to push
RogerEvery person has one wish that they will do anything to achieve. A goal for which they sacrifice their whole lives. This desire is deeply rooted within their hearts and serves as a driving force that propels them forward, even in the face of adversity. I have one wish like that too: I would like to fulfill a goal that has kept me roaming aimlessly in this world for hundreds of years. That is death. I want to die, but my cruel fate doesn’t allow me to die either. Every day, I am burdened by the weight of immortality, unable to escape the eternal cycle of life. The longing for release consumes me as I yearn for the peace that death promises. I am cursed to roam this world aimlessly, cursed to live in darkness, and cursed to see everyone I love grow old and die while I remain the same no matter how much time passes. The pain of watching the ones I hold dear wither away while I remain untouched by time is a constant reminder of my cursed existence. It is a cruel fate that denies me
Roger'Ruth, are you ready?' I called, knocking on her door. I could hear some shuffling inside, and after a brief pause, Ruth's voice responded, 'Almost there! Just give me a minute.'As I wait for her to get out of her room, I see Charles walk by, looking slightly impatient. He glances at his watch and mutters something under his breath. 'What are you doing here, Charles?' I asked curiously, wondering why he seemed so agitated. 'Just waiting for Ruth,' Charles replied, his tone slightly irritated. 'You don't have to; I am escorting her to the party,' I offered, hoping to alleviate some of Charles' impatience. 'But I can escort her.' Charles insisted, his tone indicating his urgency and annoyance. Seeing me here.'You don't have to worry about it, Ruth, I said, plastering a smile on my face. 'And I forgot to mention Father was looking for you,' I added, hoping to distract Charles from his insistence on escorting Ruth. 'But...' Charles tried to say but stopped himself short, reali
Charles‘Richard... Richard, Richard. Always Richard.’ The name, that person—I hate him. Every time I hear that name, it brings up painful memories and feelings of resentment. past. His existence has been a constant source of frustration and dismay in my life.And no matter how hard I try, I can't remove him from my life. It's as if he has a permanent presence that lingers, disturbing my plans and infiltrating every aspect of my existence. His mere presence taints the air around me, making it difficult to breathe and reminding me of all the trauma he has caused.'Why Richard?' I shouted, punching my hand into the wall and making a big hole out of it, my anger and frustration boiling over. The pain in my hand was nothing compared to the pain he had inflicted on me throughout the years. It was a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil he had caused, a desperate attempt to release some of the pent-up resentment that had been building inside me for far too long.He ruined everythin
RogerTime started passing blissfully, and we all thought that no harm could come our way. The days were filled with laughter and joy, and we basked in the warmth of our carefree existence. Little did we know that fate had a different plan in store for us. I remember the day. It was just the night before Ruth's wedding, and we were all gathered together, sharing stories and toasting for her happiness in the future. The air was filled with excitement and anticipation as we eagerly awaited the celebration of love. 'So, Ruth, you still have a chance to say no if you change your mind.' I teased her, raising my glass with a mischievous smile. Everyone erupted in laughter, knowing that Ruth was head over heels in love with Richard and that nothing could make her change her mind.'I am fine; thank you,' Ruth replied, her eyes sparkling with joy. 'I have never been more sure about anything in my life. Richard is the love of my life, and I can't wait to start this new chapter with him.' The r
RogerA sharp pain shoots through my body as the words escape from Charles's mouth, leaving me momentarily paralyzed. My heart sank as I realized the impact of his words, causing a wave of despair to wash over me. 'Finally, I will have all the power that I have ever desired.' I heard him mumble, his voice dripping with malicious satisfaction. The weight of his ambition hung heavy in the air, filling me with a sense of dread for what was to come. Dark black light seems to be glomming from our bodies, as if our bodies were consumed by the darkness, amplifying the sinister aura that surrounds us. It was as if the place itself had become a breeding ground for malevolence, and I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine. The intensity of their power was palpable, and I knew that I had stumbled upon something far more sinister than I could have ever imagined. And before we could know anything, we were pushed to the ground, our bodies pinned down by an unseen force. It was then that
CharlesI opened my eyes, feeling a surge of power rushing through my veins. The world around me seems fucking to vibrate with newfound energy as if everything is within my grasp. I can't help but wonder what incredible things I can accomplish with this newfound strength. Everything seems so dark and sinister, contrasting with the surge of power that I feel within me. I close my eyes, sensing the dark energy that surrounds me and embracing it as a source of strength. With this newfound power,With all my senses engaged, I can perceive things that were once hidden from me. Colors are more vibrant, sounds are more distinct, and even the slightest touch sends shivers down my spine. It's as if a whole new world has opened up before me, waiting to be explored and conquered by me.A bird chipping over my head suddenly catches my attention, and I can hear its every chirp with heightened clarity. And what's annoying me seems to be mocking me, as if it knows that I can hear it so clearly now.
6I will kill themCharlesWhat exactly happened when I was away, and how has time passed so quickly? I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, wondering what I had missed out on during my absence. 'How could that be possible?' I said, staring at the child, who looked like an exact copy of Ruth and Richard. My mind raced with questions as I tried to comprehend the uncanny resemblance between the child before me and Ruth and Richard. 'Charles, what year is it?" Ruth said, her voice filled with concern. I paused for a moment, feeling a wave of confusion wash over me. I shook my head, staring at them with a pang of jealousy rumbling through me. "It's 1940," I finally replied, my voice trembling slightly. Ruth and Richard exchanged a worried glance, realizing that something had gone terribly wrong during my absence. They both shook their heads. 'No, it's 1946,' Richard said with a furrowed brow. Ruth reached out to touch my arm gently, her eyes searching mine for answers. "Charles,
RogerI smiled, staring at the image in front of me, feeling a rush of joy and nostalgia. The conflict finally came to an end, and I couldn't help but reflect on the long and arduous journey that led us here. But what didn't happen in the past happened now; Richard and Regina are together, safe and sound, their smiles mirroring the happiness in my heart. Seeing both of them smile and hug each other brought a sense of joy and relief that was indescribable. It was as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, knowing that their love had triumphed over all the obstacles they faced. The sacrifices they made and the strength they showed throughout their journey had finally paid off, and it was a beautiful sight to behold. "Roger..." Richard called, bringing me back from my thoughts. I turned to face him, noticing the tears welling up in his eyes. "Thank you, thank you for being there for us," Richard choked out, his voice filled with gratitude. "Without your support and encouragement,
Richard"Regina..." I mumbled, feeling the warmth of her body again, with her heart pumping again as if it had never stopped. She is alive, and her presence fills me with a sense of relief and joy. The thought of losing her was unbearable, but now that she's here, I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love. "Regina," I mumbled, touching her face and feeling her warm breath on my fingertips. "Richard....," I heard her mumble with her eyes, not leaving mine; her voice was filled with emotion. As she moves her hand to touch my face and wipes away the tears that I didn't even know were falling from my eyes, I realize how fortunate I am to have her by my side. I hugged her tight in my arms and whispered, "Thank you for being here with me. I don't know what I would do without you." As we held each other, the weight of my worries and pain seemed to melt away, replaced by a renewed sense of hope and strength. "Richard..." she mumbled, her head resting over my heart,
Richard"Regina..." I called out her name, hoping for a response, but only the echo of my own voice answered me. She is no more. I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as I realized the truth. She was gone.The silence that followed was deafening, as if the world had come to a standstill. Memories of our shared laughter and conversations flooded my mind, making her absence even more unbearable. It was a painful realization that I would never hear her voice again. "Richard....," I turned my head to the voice and saw Charles standing there, his eyes filled with sorrow. "Go away..." I shouted through clenched teeth, my anger and grief intertwining in a volatile mix. Charles flinched at my outburst, but he didn't leave. Instead, he took a step closer, his voice filled with empathy as he softly said, "I understand your pain, Richard." "You understand my pain," I shouted with a bitter laugh, my voice laced with sarcasm. "How could you possibly understand? You didn't lose her; I
Regina"You should..." I snarled, ready to defend what was rightfully mine. "You should have known better than to underestimate someone who has learned from their mistakes. Now..." I said as I turned into my wolf form, my fangs bared and my growl echoing through the air. Both Richard and Roger launched from my back to Charles, their teeth bared and their fur bristling with aggression. We attacked Charles, our combined force overpowering him. His attempts to fight back were futile as we tore into his flesh, our primal instincts taking over.Roger took the book of darkness away from Charles's grasp and tossed it to me. As I caught it in my jaws, a sense of triumph washed over me. Richard continued to fight with Charles, with neither of them backing down. When Richard attacked Charles too, the intensity of the battle escalated. Their growls and snarls filled the air as they fiercely clashed, each determined to come out victorious. The adrenaline coursing through my veins urged me to jo
RichardI took my first step after standing paralyzed for so long, one step at a time, slowly. I can't breathe as I watch the scene unfold before my eyes get much more horrifying. The furniture is overturned, the walls are splattered with blood, and a chilling breeze sends shivers down my spine. My heart races as I watch the chaos and destruction that have consumed the once-peaceful room. The eerie silence amplifies the sense of dread, making it difficult to comprehend the unimaginable events that have transpired. I took my parents' photo from the closet, which I was holding tightly in my trembling hands. The image of their smiling faces brings a bittersweet comfort amidst the chaos, reminding me of happier times. And I run through the debris-filled hallway, desperate to escape the horrors that surround me. The adrenaline pumps through my veins, fueling my determination to find safety and leave this nightmare behind. Every creak and whisper in the house intensifies my panic, making
Regina"Let me do you an honor and show them struggling in their own minds," Charles suggested, his eyes gleaming with sinister excitement. He put his hand over my head, taking me to a different place. As I hesitated, unsure of what he meant, Charles continued with a sly smile. "You'll witness the power of manipulation as I delve into their deepest fears and insecurities, revealing the true extent of their inner turmoil." With an air of mystery surrounding his words, I couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and apprehension about what awaited me in this unknown realm. And there I saw Richard, bound and trembling, his eyes filled with terror. "Mom!" he shouted with a trembling voice, his fear palpable in the air. And I saw him turning into a five-year-old boy again, his vulnerability laid bare in front of me. "Richard, no matter what, don't come out of your closet." I heard a woman say it from somewhere in the distance. Her voice was filled with urgency and concern, causing my hea
ReginaMy heart skipped a beat as I saw the figure standing in front of me—tall and confident, just as I remembered. But something was different.Tears started pouring from my eyes as a rush of emotions overwhelmed me. He is alive. I couldn't believe my eyes. The last time I saw Sam was when he was lying lifeless in front of me after sacrificing himself to save Richard and everyone else. The pain of that memory had haunted me for nights, but now, seeing him standing here, it feels like a miracle. The weight of grief lifted from my shoulders as hope blossomed in my heart. "Regina, I missed you so much," Sam said, his voice filled with warmth and longing. The sound of his familiar voice brought back a flood of memories, reminding me of all the laughter and adventures we had shared together. My brother, my only family, had returned to me. I couldn't help but embrace him tightly, feeling a sense of completeness and joy that I hadn't experienced for so long. The void that his absence had
Regina"I can't let darkness stop me from moving forward," I thought to myself. "I have to push through and face whatever challenges lie ahead." With renewed determination, I took a step forward, ready to confront the unknown and trust in my instincts. I knew that I could find a way to overcome any obstacles and reach our destination. I took a deep breath and prepared to face whatever lay ahead. With each step that I take, my breathing gets heavier and my heart pounds in my chest, but I refuse to let fear consume me. Each step that brings me closer to darkness makes me lose my strength, and doubt starts to creep in. However, I remind myself of the strength and resilience that have brought me this far. I gather my courage and push through the fear, knowing that on the other side lies growth and triumph. As I cautiously move forward, my heart races with anticipation. The ominous atmosphere grows thicker, making it harder for me to breathe. But I continue with Roger and Richard, who ar
Regina"Then what am I?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. Roger's gaze softened, and he took a deep breath before answering. "You're something far more extraordinary, Regina." My mind raced with curiosity as I awaited his explanation, desperate to uncover the truth about my identity. The weight of his words hung in the air, fueling my desire to discover the depths of my hidden potential. "You're a Moonfire Guardian, destined to protect the balance between realms." Roger paused, his eyes filled with both admiration and caution. "Your abilities go beyond any werewolf or Lycan I've ever encountered. Your connection to the moon's energy grants you immense power, allowing you to manipulate the elements and heal those in need." "You mean I have the power to control fire, water, earth, and air?" I asked, my voice trembling with excitement. Roger nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "But be warned," he continued, his tone turning serious. "The moon's en