He is standing in the midst of a white fog. Everywhere he looks is a large, empty space without a soul in sight. His heart is beating hard and the fear he has been suppressing is coming to the fore.“Anna!” Lavi shouts. “Anna!”There is no response. She was just here…“This is my realm.”Lavi spins around to find himself face to face with none other than the one he has been seeking.“Master!” He gasps and kneels in a vow. Ras slowly steps forward to face his pupil. His face is grim and he seems to be disappointed.“I wanted to protect you, Lavi,” he whispers. “And yet…yet you mated. I can sense the change in you. Why? Why did you do it? The prophecy has been activated!”Lavi takes a deep breath. He knows the consequences of his actions but he is also hopeful.“If there is someone who can break the prophecy, it is you, Master,” he says. “You are the most powerful witch in the world! The spell can be broken. You know it!”His master does not reply but Lavi will not give up. “I am in lov
The streets of Soloma are crowded with people who are conducting their daily affairs. Amongst them is a couple who are peasants, carrying a few baskets with them. However, they are not peasants. “This place reeks of death,” Aryan murmurs, his reddish eyes gleaming in need to drink the blood of dead people. “Aryan, you already had a hearty meal last night at the graveyard!” Polina hisses. “Are you still thirsty?” Her partner shrugs. Even though the streets are crowded with people, Aryan can sense a strong aura of death. Soloma is known as the country built on a graveyard. Years ago when the Gods were still roaming around, they used this place as their personal playground where millions of humans were killed. The Gods used their followers to have those humans sacrificed for their twisted pleasure. Even after thousands of years, the smell of death has not left. For a vampire like Aryan, the scent of death is very tempting. He cannot help but be seduced by it. His gleeful smile makes P
Nine is tied up inside a tent. She is weak and the ropes tying her are laced with liquid mercury which is the weakness of her kind. Her hands are slightly burning and she cannot use her magic in this state.She can see a shadow approaching and the familiar, sweet scent hits her nostrils. Damien barges into the tent, looking visibly angry.“Why are they going to Ghi’or?” He snarls at her, his eyes flared up. He tries to look intimidating and dominating to her, hoping to scare the woman but Nine only scoffs.“You can’t scare me!” She exclaims. “I’ll not tell you anything.”Damin growls and holds her neck. She feels soft and weak under his touch, her skin burning hot. For a moment, his heart trembles but he remains adamant.“I do not care about any mate bond!” He warns her. “You better tell me the truth or else I-”“You cannot do jacksh*t!” Nine grits. “You don’t know my name! You can’t reject me either. Lavi told me everything about that mate of yours. If you reject me, I will die but t
Silence. All around them is a deathly silence. Not even an insect’s cry can be heard in the graveyard of quietness, making Anna fear for their lives. Why is it so empty? Where are the monks? Lavi is thinking the same thing. Surely there should be monks around? “Lavi, are you sure this is the place?” Anna whispers. “I am positive!” he says. “My mother came here looking for the book. I know I can find it but…why is it so quiet?” The place is dimly lit by small candles which are lined along the wall. Strange symbols are carved on the walls, depicting a story of the Great War which had taken place many years ago. Anna stops in front of one of the walls to observe the story it is telling. “That is the Moon Goddess!” Anna says, recalling one of her many lessons back when she was a Princess at Ezealyra. “And her mate…the God of all Werewolves!” “They were betrayed by the Gods,” Lavi says. “I heard the story too. The Gods were becoming too cruel towards the creatures on Earth. Humans, W
POP! Two people apparate in the middle of the night at the gates of the temple. Aryan and Polina study the temple of Ghi’or which is standing majestically, the peak on it twinkling under the dim moonlight. “The spells are too powerful,” Aryan murmurs. “But something is strange.” “What is stranger than the spells?” Polina frowns. “There are no guards.” Polina reflects on his words and realizes that Aryan is right; there are no guards. The temple is supposed to be shrouded in secrecy and mystique. Surely, there should have been protectors or guards around it and yet, there is no one. Aryan sniffs the air. “I smell…death,” he whispers. “People have died here, recently as well. I can smell blood which has been wiped. I can feel their souls under my feet…” Polina shudders at the thought. Aryan can sense death in a way others cannot. As a vampire who lives on the blood of the dead, he knows when a person is dying or dead. He can even tell the time of death. “The monks,” Polina gasp
Anna…Anna…His mind is crying out for her but she is nowhere near. He keeps on holding on to his last shred of hope as if he will hear her voice again. Yet, there is nothing. Her voice is gone. The last thing he remembers is her lifeless body being carried away by the Dark One.“Is…alright…”“Can…hear…”Two people seem to be talking but he cannot make out their voices. His mind is a blur and the only thing he can think of is Anna.“Wake…up…Prince…”Lavi slowly opens his eyes. The faces of people appear in front of him, a man and a woman. The man has silver eyes and his sleek hair is tied in a neat bun. The woman has strawberry blonde hair and she is slightly more muscular than average women. Both of them are looking at him with worried expressions.“Your Highness, are you alright?” The woman asks him. Lavi slowly sits up as he recognizes the woman.“You…” he begins. “I know you. I saw you at the coronation of the Ezealyran Emperor a few months back! You are the personal guard of the Em
Erik Jokovich puts down his book and sighs. The fire is blazing in the fireplace, lighting the otherwise dim house. His sad gaze falls on the portrait of a dark haired woman in her late teens, smiling brightly. Every time he thinks about his daughter, his heart swells up. What happened to her should not happen to someone else.Lavi Costa will pay for this, he thinks bitterly. Yana…my sweet little girl.He clutches the picture close to his heart, silently weeping for his daughter. The fire of revenge is still burning within him and now that he successfully managed to take down Lavi, the fire is starting to ebb.WHOOSH!Erik is startled by the sudden gust of wind. A window has burst open and the cold wind is making him shiver. He stands up to close the window.“Bloody hell!” He murmurs as he shuts the window close. He turns to leave when there is a loud crack and the window bursts open again.“What in the world?” Erik closes the window again, grumbling to himself.“Hello, Erik.”“AHHHH
Anna frowns at the child. She cannot recognize her but the voice sounds familiar as if they have met before. Cassie, on the other hand, is delighted to meet Anna once again. “Anna, you came!” Cassie gleefully says. “I knew it!” “Who are you?” Anna frowns. The girl is in the cell opposite to her but she does not look scared at all. “I am Cassie!” Cassie exclaims. “Cassandra.” Cassandra…It hits Anna. “You are the girl from the market in Faika!” She gasps. “But how did you end up here?” “I’m where I should be,” Cassie simply says. She sits cross legged, studying Anna with interest. “It seems that the Dark One has chosen you for the sacrifice,” she goes on. “Makes sense. You are the threat to his rule, after all.” “Sacrifice?” “Mhmm,” Cassie nods. “To awaken the Gods, the Dark One has to pay a tribute to the gatekeeper of Veneer. Otherwise, the Gods will not awaken. If the Gods rise, the Dragon will die.” Anna is alarmed. “The Dragon will die?” She echoes. “What do you mean?”