The lighthouse was about to become a place of brotherhood battle. Everything ceased to move - there was only Dean and his dark reflection - Dervel. The once unbreakable bond that tied them together was now severed by darkness that consumed Dervel's heart.
Dean's eyes held a glimmer of hope, a desperate plea for his brother to return to the light. "Dervel, please, we don't have to do this. I don't want to fight you."
Dervel's lips curled into a wicked grin, his voice laced with malice. "Oh, but we do, dear brother. You see, I've embraced my true nature, the darkness that runs in our blood. And I won't stop until I prove I'm the strongest."
With a growl, Dervel lunged at Dean, his claws slashing through the air. Dean dodged with agility, his heart heavy with sorrow for what his brother had become. He didn't want to hurt him, but he couldn't let Dervel continue down this path of destruction as well as for him and everybody
Felicity stood at the edge of the bustling park, her heart pounding like a herd of galloping horses. She had always been a bit reserved, preferring the comfort of her books and art to the noise of the outside world. But something about this place felt different that day, as if an unseen force was drawing her to it.That's when she saw him - a boy with mesmerizing blue eyes and a smile that seemed to light up the whole park. His name was Alex, and from the moment their eyes met, Felicita felt an inexplicable connection, as if he was a missing particle of her soul.“Have you ever tried climbing up a tree?” he asked out of the blue, looking at the highest tree in the area. “You don’t like big crowds, so up there we will be alone.”Felicity followed his look but she wasn’t sure if he was serious. How could she climb such a high tree in the case she had never done it before?
In the eerie stillness of the abandoned lighthouse, two separate worlds fell apart - Dean sat with a heavy heart in the puddle of Dervel’s blood and Michael, completely powerless, faced with another irrevertible loss in his life.The lighthouse trembled with the intensity of the double fall. The echo reached every single stone that made the building, together with savage Dervel’s growl and cry of despair coming from Michael’s lungs.The blood dripped from the dead bodies - Dervel’s head was split after hitting a sharp protruding blade, which, to his misfortune, happened to be at the place of his fall. Dean was breathing heavily, he looked at his brother with a heavy heart, trying to understand what had just happened. But the blood could not lie - Dervel’s reign of evil really came to an end.At the same time, Michael had his eyes fixed on a different view. The cage was left intact, all the bars were not even scratched but Jasmine, inside it, did not show any signs of life. Her neck wa
In a cozy corner of the local tavern, Stacy, with a beard touching the surface of the table, sat with Jenn, excited, wide-awake and with all sorts of emotions painted on his dwarfish face. The events of the lighthouse had left a mark on him and he still could not believe, what had just happened.Stacy took a deep swig from his tankard of ale before he began recounting the harrowing tale. "Aye, Jenn, it was a night of terror and sorrow in that forsaken lighthouse. We thought we were going there to put an end to Dervel's reign of evil, but little did we know the price we'd have to pay."Jenn nodded, her eyes filled with bewilderment. "Jasmine had to pay for her dad’s sins but Blaze? Michael must be shattered.""Aye, he is," Stacy sighed heavily. "Dervel was a vile creature, no doubt about it. He had done terrible things, and I knew we had to stop him. But seeing Michael's heartbreak and witnessing Blaze's sacrifice, it's something that will haunt me for a long time."“You don’t have to
The wind that evening was completely soundless, it slipped on the tightly glassed window like a ballerina on the ice rink. The water in the kettle started to boil but Melany had forgotten to put on a whistle and the steam quickly covered the cupboards with fat drops of hot water.It did not catch Melany’s attention as she sat down with Bianca in their tiny so-called living room. Melany’s heart was heavy with the weight of the truth she had kept hidden for so long. But it couldn’t be the case any longer - Bianca, a young woman full of curiosity and determination, had been asking questions about her father, Patrick, and Melany knew it was time to reveal the painful past."Bianca, I know you've been wondering about your father," Melany began, her voice gentle yet apprehensive. "And I think it's time I told you the truth."Bianca looked at her mother with a mix of curiosity and concern. "What do you mean, M
In the unsettling depths of a busy building which resembled a hospital with many strangers walking up and down, closing and opening the door, Jenn found herself trapped within one of the corridors. The surroundings were distorted and twisted, like a painting gone wrong. She stood in the middle of a busy path crossed by dozens of ordinary people as well as doctors and nurses in white aprons. The whole architecture of this place was eerily exaggerated, with towering spires and grotesque carvings that seemed to writhe and contort.The air was heavy with an oppressive silence despite the crowd around, and a cold breeze rustled through the corridor, carrying whispers of fear. The building's windows were vast, resembling eyes that stared down at her with a malevolent gaze. Jenn's heart raced as she realized she was lost in this dreadful place. She didn’t know why she was there, where to look for the exit or, what’s more, why she was naked.She didn’t realize it straight away - she discovere
They all gathered under a big tree with its branches spreading widely like an open palm of a giant. The cold light of the moon made them all visible - clear silhouettes stood out in the cold moonlight. Dean was towering over them all. However, one thing had to be concealed - his true name. From now on, he was Dervel.Dean stood in the center, his heart heavy with grief, his senses acutely aware of every rustle in the underbrush. He had to play the role well, otherwise the whole intricate plan would fall apart.[five hours before]I need love. I need love! - Dean screamed into the open sky, feeling so lonely like never before. His anguished cry tore through the stillness, a raw and desperate plea that seemed to echo through the very fabric of the universe. With each breath, his chest heaved, and his golden eyes shimmered with unshed tears.He was already a full-grown, mature man realizing that the lack of a mate was the heaviest burden he had to carry. Now, having lost his brother, he
Bianca’s eyes had no fear, the first time in her life she felt so powerful. She was all covered with hard metal feathers except for her face, which had all the beauty of a young lady. She had never seen Jenn before but the lawyer knew exactly who she was.Not even a second longer could Jenn stand her look, she hated her even more for all who she was - perfect and powerful.“Who are you?” asked Bianca, piercing her through like a dagger. “And what are you doing here?”“Stay away from me!” Jenn screamed out of fear - the hatred itself didn’t make her brave enough to withstand her look - she was scared that somehow Bianca knew she wanted to steal her husband away.Bianca instead took a step closer, her movements deliberate and measured, as if sensing the fragile nature of the moment. Jenn's fingers clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white as she struggled to contain the tempest of fear raging within her.“Are you going to kill me?” she asked, prepared for the worst.“If only you g
“Oh! Come on! You’re pulling my leg! Right? Whether white or black or any other girl’s flesh tastes exactly the same. ”“If that was the case, I wouldn’t have a collection of carefully selected patches of skin in my room. Believe me, man, every single one comes from a body which had a special flavour.”Patrick shook his head in disbelief. In reality, he didn’t give a damn what the werewolf was talking about, but he wanted to get access to the pack’s secrets through one of their members. Jig happened to be the chosen one, a naive macho, for whom thinking wasn’t the strongest side. He followed blindly his werewolf desires and became a prisoner of its instinct. Hunting for girls was his addiction and he couldn’t wait until the next freshly caught lady was chewed with his sharp teeth.“Man, you’re talking about it as if it was at least a piece of heaven in your mouth. I didn’t know the werewolf taste could be so sophisticated.”“Ha!” Jig shifted into a wolf. “You didn’t know about werewol
Bianca cradled her newborn baby in her arms, feeling a surge of love and relief. She had survived the ordeal of giving birth to a healthy beautiful boy who had three different natures: the human one, crowish and wolfish.But it didn’t matter at that time. Bianca couldn't believe how perfect her baby was. She held him close to her chest, feeling his tiny heartbeat and his warm breath on her skin. She looked at his face, his eyes, his nose, his mouth, and saw a reflection of herself and his father. He was their miracle, their joy, their everything. She smiled and kissed his forehead, whispering words of love and gratitude. She felt a surge of emotion as she realized how much her life had changed at that moment. She was a mother now, and nothing would ever be the same. The world was about to change thanks to her and the werewolf who she picked to be the father.At the same time, the mere thought of what was going to come filled her with fear. Until her baby is not big and strong, there w
A loud bang tore the whole place apart. Melany jerked out of terror and the only thing that occurred in her head was the fear about her daughter.I know this gun. She thought.Victor, who are you shooting at? Her hand was already on the handle. Bianca surely wasn’t asleep anymore. Not after such a long bang. When the door is open, the whole truth will come to light.So, there she was behind the door fighting with herself. With her fear of losing her daughter once and for all, which might happen in two different ways: physical and emotional.Bianca, are you alright? Having seen Patrick’s blood, her imagination went wild, and she already saw Bianca dead lying on the floor.No… I can’t wait any longer! I must see you!And she pushed the handle. The moment it happened, the curtain of mystery dispersed.It was like a big thunder piercing through Bianca’s flesh. Her crow woke up from a deep sleep and spread its wings. She was covered with black, shining feathers, starting from her breast
Bianca tossed and turned in her sleep, trapped in a nightmare. She dreamed that it was her wedding day, and she was walking down the aisle in a beautiful white dress. She looked up and saw Samuel, her fiancé, smiling at her. She felt a surge of love and happiness, until she blinked and saw that Samuel had changed into Michael. She gasped and tried to run away, but it was too late. Michael grabbed her hand and put a ring on her finger, saying "You're mine now, Bianca."She screamed and woke up in another dream. This time, she was in a different wedding dress, and she was marrying Samuel again. She felt relieved and hoped that this was the real one. But as she kissed Samuel, she felt something wrong. She opened her eyes and saw that Samuel had turned into a werewolf, with sharp teeth and claws. He bit her neck and she felt a searing pain. She pushed him away and ran for the door, but it was locked.She cried and woke up in another dream. This time, she was in bed with a werewolf, who wa
Samuel's wolf could sense Bianca's smell all over the tunnel. He could be sure that the crow leading him to her was right. The crow even knew how to open the stone entrance but at some point, when the light completely disappeared deep down in the tunnel, the flying ally disappeared. Samuel didn't notice that until he heard the entrance became closed again. The sound of sliding heavy rock made him realize there was no way back.Was it a trap? His eyes glowed with fear. If the tunnel was closed on the other side, he would be sentenced to death, death of hunger, thirst and perhaps even suffocation.But he had to keep on running, regardless of what was awaiting him at the end.At the same time, another big run was about to take place. Stacy realized his plan didn't prove to be successful, so he knew, there was just one option left for him - to retreat.Being so close to the desirable aim of independence from anyone, made it for him even more regrettable, but Victor would never forgive him
Michael couldn't take his eyes off Bianca's face. She was in a deep sleep after drinking his mixture. He had been sitting by her bedside for hours, holding her hand and looking at the clock which in twelve hours was supposed to strike midnight. When it happens, a special conjugation of stars and the Moon, which takes up the shape of a crow, will open Bianca’s body to an extraordinary thing - the ability to accept wolf’s semen and use it for the creation of a new species.So he sat there alone, completely unaware of what was happening behind his back. He was afraid of just one thing - what if she said no to their act of creation? What will he do if she rejects him?The time to unite their bodies won’t last too long - it is just a window of three hours, between midnight and 3am. Michael wanted to make it as pleasurable as possible for her, but what if she said no?I have no choice. I will have to force her, whatever the cost. The child must be born. He fiddled around with one of the th
The gun fired and its bang tore the whole place apart. Patrick stood still with his hand raised to the ceiling, from which a black feather was falling down in a smooth move, straight to the table. Melany with a terror on her face watched a killed crow lying in front of her. It saved her life.Patrick, pointed the gun at her, instead of firing it at Victor. His hatred towards her was even stronger than his love for money.At the exact moment when Patrick pulled the trigger, another gun fired. It was Victor’s finger with a silver ring which aimed impeccably straight at the middle of his temple. From a small dot, suddenly a streak of blood started coming out, staining the lapels of his suit. His scalp burst into small pieces - the bullet literally smashed his head.Victor survived another death of his. Only Stacy did not foresee the outcome of this attempt at his life.“Look,” Victor put the gun on the table. There was still smoke coming from the gun barrel. “The crow has just saved your
“Are there silver bullets inside your gun? If not, I will take it as an offence.”The man sitting at the table didn’t even care that there was a gun pointed at him.“You’re alive Victor, you old fox. You’ve arranged everything from the start. And managed to involve so many people into your plot.”“And that’s only the beginning, Patrick. There is a great future ahead of us.’’“Ahead of us?” Patrick raised his voice. Finally, he noticed the woman sitting in front of him.“Yes. Ahead of me, Bianca and Melany.”The woman turned around and looked straight into his face. It was Melany - Bianca’s mom who was supposed to be sick with leukemia in hospital.Patrick lowered the gun unwillingly. “You must be kidding me. You have tricked not only me, but first and foremost Bianca! She's gonna hate you even more than me!”Victor smiled wickedly. "Oh, Patrick, you're so behind with everything. In the end, Bianca will thank us for it and that should not be your concern. Melany has always been against
Stacy pushed the handle leading to the golden cabin and ushered Patrick inside.“Just take a seat, Patrick,” the dwarf showed him a dusted chair and locked the door. He didn’t want Michael to hear any of what was just about to be said.He leaned against the door and took a deep breath.“How is it possible that both you and I are so deep in the werewolf’s world…”Stacy cracked his knuckles as Patrick listened, intrigued. The dwarf was the only person around who showed some common sense and was just like him - an ordinary man with no second nature inside.But that was deceptive.“People don’t even realize what world they live in. They are just playing around like kids in the sandpit, not even aware of what is happening to their relatives, daughters and so on. What can even happen to them.”The conversation was not what Patrick expected. He hoped to know something about his money and even though he trusted Stacy more than any other werewolf, he always tried to see the second bottom.Ever
Samuel lay on the floor of the abandoned lighthouse, his breath ragged and his blood staining the leaves. He felt a sharp pain in his side where the sharp claws nearly tore him apart. He knew he had to heal quickly - deep down he felt Bianca needed him.He closed his eyes and focused on his inner wolf, willing his body to regenerate.However, he wasn’t alone.He heard a caw above him and opened one eye. A crow was perched on a rock shelf, staring at him with focus. Samuel growled softly, but the crow didn't seem afraid. It tilted its head and cawed again.“You’re a crow… Just like my wife,” he muttered. Despite the pain taking into parts all his consciousness, an intriguing thought came to his mind.“Do you know where Bianca is? Can you lead me to her?”The crow tilted its head and cawed again, as if understanding his words. There was something in its eyes that could not be overlooked.The crow landed on his chest and started pecking at his wounds. Samuel felt a shooting pain all over