“Please, could you kindly indicate our exact location on this map?" Mathias inquired, his voice tinged with curiosity. The chubby girl obligingly extended her finger to pinpoint their position on the map. "Thank you," Mathias expressed his gratitude, his words carrying a note of relief, and the girl retreated to her previous seat. Mathias proceeded to trace a circle encompassing both the coffee shop and Clara's house, using his pen. The circle represented the area of interest. "Alright, in order to search for a vampire or a werewolf, or even better, a hybrid, I will require the blood of one such creature," Mathias stated, his voice filled with determination. Damian willingly offered his hand, presenting it to Mathias. With precision, Mathias pricked Damian's index finger using the sharp edge of his pen, causing droplets of blood to fall onto the map. "What comes next?" Damian impatiently inquired, his tone reflecting his eagerness. Mathias couldn't help but smile. "Just this once
Location: forest Lucian had successfully rallied his pack members, forging an alliance with wandering wolves and even gaining the allegiance of other packs. The allure of being part of a grand historical moment, the demise of the mighty hybrid Eric Damian, drew in wolves from far and wide. News of Lucian possessing a weapon capable of toppling Damian had spread like wildfire, igniting an unparalleled sense of confidence among his men. His mansion proved too small to accommodate the influx of supporters, forcing them to convene amidst the enigmatic woods surrounding his estate. "Brothers! My brethren! I extend my deepest gratitude for your presence, for llanswering my call with honor. A profound and malevolent force has loomed over us for far too long, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake. It possesses but a single purpose. Death! Yet, the time has come to eradicate this evil from the very fabric of our existence. A millennium has passed, and a thousand years is more than e
"Damian, what on earth do you think you're doing?" Mathias attempted to reason with Damian, his voice tinged with concern. "Stay out of this, boy! Unless you want to spill your own blood," Damian growled at him, causing Mathias to feel his resolve crumble. Damian turned to Jackson, who was still trying to make sense of the chaotic situation. Grasping Jackson's shirt, Damian forcefully slammed him against the wall, his anger simmering. "Speak up! I know it was you who cursed Clara. Now, you will release her from the curse!" Damian shouted at him, his voice laced with fury. "Clara is cursed? I have no idea what you're talking about... and who are you?" Jackson replied, looking bewildered, but Damian wasn't convinced. He slammed Jackson against the wall once again, his frustration mounting. Then, he turned to Mathias and Fateema, who appeared visibly shaken. "Can you perform the uncloaking spell here?" Damian inquired, his tone demanding, and Fateema nodded in response. "Good. Tha
10 hours laterNight Sky Eric Damian, Mathias, and Fateema were still trapped in a strange world; it felt like an endless forest. They had been tirelessly searching for a way back home, but it seemed impossible. Even Eric Damian, with his super speed, wasn't able to run out of the forest. Something strange always seemed to thwart his efforts. It was as if he were running in circles, always returning to the same spot he left from. This wasn't a normal place; it was definitely a realm of magic. Mathias and Fateema had given up the search to escape this endless forest about two hours ago, but Eric Damian was still determined to find a way out. The thought of that bastard being close to his daughter Clara was still fueling his rage like a blazing fire. However, darkness had enveloped the earth. If this place was actually planet earth, it could be another planet for all they knew. The moonless and starless sky offered no celestial bodies to serve as illumination, only a blanket of p
Time: 6:12 PMLocation: Dr. Ellen's residence. "Hang that up over here! No, there!" Mr. Jackson instructed the man on the ladder, his voice laced with urgency, as he pointed to where he wanted the Clara's birthday banner to be hung. On the banner, the words were imprinted in bold letters: "HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLARA." It was Clara's special day, and the excitement filled the air. Mr. Jackson, with a beaming smile, exuded a contagious energy throughout the house, eagerly awaiting the start of the party. However, the celebrant herself was a mess inside her room... Clara had woken up this morning feeling surprisingly fine, free from her usual nightmares. As she got out of bed, an unfamiliar sensation washed over her, and she no longer felt the weight of despair. In fact, she felt remarkably good—better than she had ever felt before. Singing in the shower, Clara immersed herself in the joyous moment, a stark departure from her previous melancholic routines. She descended the stairs, ready
"He was so dear to both Dr. Ellen and Clara, however, Jackson was not only cunning but also remarkably astute. He skillfully twisted the revelation to fit his own narrative, positioning himself as the hero, the savior in this tumultuous revelation. "Can this be true?" he uttered, his voice laced with feigned surprise and curiosity. Dr. Ellen, taken aback by his sudden inquiry, asked with a hint of skepticism, "Can what be true?" "I can't believe this," he exclaimed, his words dripping with disbelief and astonishment. "During my mission in Iran, I encountered an enigmatic old woman just before my troop went into battle, the same battle where I was captured. She revealed to me exactly what you've just shared. She spoke of someone dear to me in mortal danger, and only I could save them. At the time, I assumed she was referring to my fellow soldiers, my brothers-in-arms. But as fate would have it, all my comrades perished, and I alone survived. I dismissed the woman as a mad, babbling f
Eric Damian, as always, is one for dramatic effect. With a powerful kick, he forcefully sent the door flying, shattering it against the opposite wall. Shifting his gaze to his left-hand side, Eric Damian fixed his eyes on Jackson and Dr. Ellen, who stood frozen in shock. Jackson wore an expression of sheer disbelief, his face etched with profound astonishment. He hadn't anticipated seeing Damian so soon, if at all. Knowing the indomitable Hybrid Eric Damian could never be contained for long, not even by prison or magic, Jackson had calculated it would take at least a week or more for him to break free. So, how on earth was he standing right here? "What the hell!" Jackson exclaimed, frustration seeping through his voice like a heavy sigh. Jackson anticipated what was to follow as Damian's piercing glare bore into him with an intensity fueled by boundless anger. The wrath of a hybrid was about to be unleashed upon him. Attempting to cast a spell to escape the building as quickly as
"I'm not saying anything," Jackson spat with a sick smile on his face. Mathias punched his already bleeding nose, a surge of rage consuming him. "Speak!" he yelled at him, his voice filled with frustration and desperation, but Jackson just kept on laughing like a lunatic, his laughter echoing through the room. Mathias raised his hand up, forming a fist, his knuckles white with anger and determination. "What's going on here?" A faint voice from behind them stopped Mathias from landing another blow on Jackson. It was Clara, her voice trembling with confusion and disbelief as she took in the horrifying scene before her. Mathias was on top of her father, the sight of blood covering his body, particularly his face, sending shockwaves of fear and concern through her. Clara wasn't strong enough to walk properly; she was resting her hands on the wall for support, her body weak and unsteady. Every step felt like an agonizing struggle, threatening to bring her crashing to the floor. The on