"He can never mean or bring her harm," Mathias assured, his voice filled with conviction. "And how can you be so sure?" Adams inquired, a hint of skepticism in his tone. Mathias smiled, his confidence unwavering. "Clara once asked how she became a hybrid when both her parents are humans. The answer is Eric Damian. He is her real father, Adams. How can he possibly mean her harm?" Mathias explained, his words laced with assurance. Adams muttered, caught off guard by the revelation. "What?" "Don't tell her anything yet. He will tell her himself when he feels the time is right," Mathias advised, his tone filled with caution. Back at Peterson Mansion... Peterson sat down on one of his plush Italian leather couches, cradling a glass of whiskey in his hand. He took a sip, savoring the flavor. "That was so close, so very close... Everything I had planned, everything I worked so hard for, was on the verge of disappearing. A mere mistake could have cost me everything," Peterson muttered t
Clara reclined in the bathtub, allowing the foamy water to envelop her entire body, except for her head and upper chest. She languidly cleansed her body with a bathing sponge, her thoughts consumed by Adams and his family. The weight of his loss and the strength he exhibited despite his grief amazed her. The memory of believing she had lost her own father flooded back, sending waves of despair through her. It felt as though her entire world had crumbled before her eyes. Though Clara had discovered her father was actually alive, she knew Adams' situation was different. She wished it could turn out like her own experience, where Adams' father would miraculously be alive, but she understood the impossibility of that hope. His father's death was real. At that moment, Clara's own struggles and the challenges posed by her supernatural heritage took a backseat in her mind. She was more concerned about Adams' well-being and happiness. After spending 28 minutes in the bathroom, she finall
“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
He wasn't alone though, his extended wolf family, his mother, little sister Karen and his best friend Noah where with him and also Lucian former men who are now his men, he was now their new Alpha.“ Everyone will know that Eric Damian still lives on in all of us, we all are going to stand for justice just as he did. He might have gone but the legacy he left behind is still very much alive and it lives on in all of us, ” Adams said, supporting what Clara had been saying....There were five persons when they started but at the end of the funeral of the great Eric Damian there were more than a 100 persons present....( Vivian and Dr Ellen having a discussion )“.. I can only imagine what you are feeling right now, it's never easy losing someone you love but losing two people you love on the same day that's_ I don't really know the right adjectives to describe it, ” Dr Ellen said.“ Chriswell didn't deserve
It's been three days now, three days since the great sacrifice was done, three days since the Great Hybrid Eric Damian left the world sacrificing his soul for that of his daughter Clara.The heavens were still mourning over his death as the rain was still coming down flooding the streets of Great Hill Town.Today is the day they finally put Eric Damian to rest, his ashes would be buried under the soil....( Dr Ellen residents )Knock, knock, knock.“ Hold on, I am coming. ” Dr Ellen said as she heard a knock on her door.She was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for Clara and herself...... Walking to the door she opened it.She saw two people standing in front of her doorstep with umbrellas covering their faces.“ Good morning, Dr Ellen. ” Mathias greeted.“ Good morning Dr Ellen, ” Fateema greeted also.“ Good morning kids, come on in. ” Dr Elle
“ Damian!!! ” he roared loudly and The Fiery Red Demon stopped walking and turned around to face Lucian.“ We are not done just yet, you must meet your end tonight!!! ” he screamed but The Fiery Red Demon wasn't interested in whatever he had to say.So he turned around and continued walking away still carrying Clara.“ Face me! Face me! Attack him!!! '' Lucian ordered but his men were reluctant to obey that command.They were all very fearful of Damian at this moment and this got Lucian really angry.He swiped one of his men's head away and pulled the heart of another.“ I said attack!!! ” he barked and his men were forced to attack....However Adams and his men stood in their way and at this point more back up had arrived.Noah with the other wolves alongside Mathias and Fateema.“ I will advise you all to back down, ” Adams groaned at them.
( The Final War )The werewolf picked up sergeant Chriswell from his back, turned him around before pulling out his heart.Chriswell dropped dead...Eric Damian still had Lucian's claws pointing out from his stomach and the ancient dagger deep into his chest.The dagger was coursing him unimaginable pain but Damian still has a little relief thanks to Chriswell.He had gunned down a large amount of witches and for the moment the witches had stopped casting their spell that made Damian experience a very painful pain in his head as they were grieving for their sister's death.Thanks to the now dead Sergeant Chriswell Damian had a slim chance to survive this but he had to act fast.“ Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ” he screamed out.However this wasn't a scream of pain but of anger, great anger.As he screamed he stared into Peterson's eyes who was still press
( The Final War )The werewolf picked up sergeant Chriswell from his back, turned him around before pulling out his heart.Chriswell dropped dead...Eric Damian still had Lucian's claws pointing out from his stomach and the ancient dagger deep into his chest.The dagger was coursing him unimaginable pain but Damian still has a little relief thanks to Chriswell.He had gunned down a large amount of witches and for the moment the witches had stopped casting their spell that made Damian experience a very painful pain in his head as they were grieving for their sister's death.Thanks to the now dead Sergeant Chriswell Damian had a slim chance to survive this but he had to act fast.“ Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ” he screamed out.However this wasn't a scream of pain but of anger, great anger.As he screamed he stared into Peterson's eyes who was still press
Adams wasn't alone, though. His extended wolf family, including his mother, little sister Karen, and his best friend Noah where with him as well as Lucian's former men one of his men but now under Adams' command, stood beside him as well, acknowledging Adams as their new Alpha. “Everyone will know that Eric Damian still lives on in all of us. We all stand for justice, just as he did. He might be gone, but the legacy he left behind is still very much alive, resonating within each one of us,” Adams declared, passionately affirming Clara's sentiments. Initially, there were only five individuals present, but by the end of the funeral of the great Eric Damian, the gathering had swelled to over a hundred people, paying their respects. ( Vivian and Dr. Ellen having a discussion ) “.. I can only imagine the depth of emotions you're experiencing right now. It's never easy to lose someone you love, but losing two beloved individuals on the same day—I struggle to find the appropriate words to
It's been three days now, three days since the great sacrifice was done, three days since the Great Hybrid Eric Damian left the world, his soul sacrificed for that of his daughter Clara. The heavens were still mourning over his death as the rain continued to pour down, flooding the streets of Great Hill Town. Today is the day they finally put Eric Damian to rest, his ashes would be buried under the soil.... ( Dr Ellen, filled with grief and sorrow, residents ) Knock, knock, knock. “ Hold on, I am coming," Dr Ellen said, her voice weary and laden with sadness, as she heard a gentle knock on her door. She was in the kitchen, weariness etched on her face, preparing breakfast for Clara and herself. Slowly, she made her way to the door and opened it. She saw two people standing in front of her doorstep, their faces hidden beneath umbrellas, their presence shrouded in a veil of sorrow. “ Good morning, Dr Ellen," Mathias greeted, his voice tinged with sadness. “ Good morning, Dr Elle
"Damian!!!" Lucian bellowed, his voice reverberating through the air. The Fiery Red Demon halted his steps and pivoted to face Lucian, his fiery gaze locking with Lucian's. "We are far from finished! Tonight, you shall meet your demise!" Lucian's voice erupted, filled with rage and determination. Yet, the Fiery Red Demon remained uninterested, showing no regard for Lucian's words. Turning around the Damian continued walking with Clara in his strong but gentle arms. "Face me! Face me! Attack him!" Lucian's voice thundered, commanding his men to strike. But fear had taken hold of their hearts, rendering them hesitant to obey his orders. They trembled in the presence of Damian, their leader's power gnawing at their resolve. Lucian's fury surged, boiling within him like molten lava. Without a second thought, he swept away the head of one of his men and tore out the heart of another. "I said attack!" he barked, his voice sharp as a blade, leaving his men with no choice but to comply re
The werewolf, with a savage strength, seized Sergeant Chriswell from behind, violently twisting him around before mercilessly ripping out his heart. With a lifeless thud, Chriswell collapsed, his body now devoid of any signs of life. Eric Damian, despite the excruciating pain coursing through his body from Lucian's claws embedded in his stomach and the ancient dagger plunged into his chest, refused to yield. The dagger inflicted unimaginable torment upon him, but Damian found a sliver of relief in knowing that Chriswell's sacrifice had momentarily halted the witches' spell, sparing him from the searing agony in his head caused by their grieving for their fallen sister. Supported by the deceased Sergeant Chriswell's sacrifice, Damian clung to a slim chance of survival, but time was of the essence. In a burst of anguish, he let out a piercing scream, not only fueled by physical torment but also by an overwhelming surge of anger. Amidst his cries, his eyes locked onto Peterson's gaz