Lara, Peterson, Gova, Hendrick, and Ella, accompanied by some of Lucian's men, rushed down the underground stairs leading to the dungeon, their footsteps echoing in the tense silence, drawn by Lucian's piercing screams and furious curses. As they reached the dungeon and laid eyes upon the empty cell, their mouths fell open in shock, and a profound sense of disbelief washed over them. The prisoner had vanished, leaving behind nothing but a gaping hole in the center of the cell. "Where is the boy? Where is Adams?" Lara's voice trembled with a mix of urgency and concern as she voiced the question that lingered in everyone's mind. Lucian, seething with anger, had no patience for inquiries he deemed futile. "Why were there no guards watching over him down here?" he snapped at Lara, his words laced with frustration and accusation. "I didn't think it was necessary. I believed the cell was impenetrable... The bars were fortified with powerful magic," Lara explained, her voice tinged with
"I can't really fault you; you only did what you thought would keep her safe. Everyone can make mistakes, and not even a powerful vampire like yourself is free from this," Mathias said empathetically. "I'm sure we will find a way to break Clara free from her curse." "But why didn't she just kill the mother and child when she cast the forgetting spell on you? I mean, you wouldn't have known because your memories of Ellen would have been wiped out," Fateema asked, her curiosity piqued. "I can never really trust a witch completely. So, before she cast the spell on me, I made sure she linked herself to me and Ellen. If she ever tried to harm Ellen, the forgetful spell she cast on me would be broken, and I would remember everything. Not only that, if Ellen was under threat by any supernatural being, the spell would be broken, and I would remember everything—be it a witch, vampire, or werewolf. I would rain down on them with my full anger," Damian replied, his voice laced with determinatio
“Dad!" Adams screamed out in agony, his voice filled with pain and disbelief as he witnessed the horrifying sight before him. He just witnessed the brutal death of his own father, and his killer stood there, callously holding his father's decapitated head. A surge of overwhelming anger coursed through his veins, fueling his body like a raging fire. Within moments, his eyes turned a fiery red, and his face transformed, becoming hairy and frightening. The sheer power pulsating through his body caused both arms of his shirt to tear apart, unable to contain his muscular and expanded form. His ordinary fingernails were replaced with long, sharp claws, further solidifying his transformation into a complete beast—an alpha, radiating dominance and a single-minded purpose: death. His gaze was fixed solely on the brown wolf, the creature responsible for mercilessly taking his father's life. But before he could reach his target, he had to confront the remaining men who surrounded him, a ta
Dr Akeem handed the small jotter over to her, and Dr Ellen stared at the strange writings, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. And, of course, her daughter's name leaped out at her, evoking a surge of emotions within her. Is this boy referring to her own Clara? The mere thought sent shivers down her spine, intensifying the knot of anxiety in her stomach. Could this boy be one of Clara's close friends at school? Dr. Ellen's mind raced with the possibilities, her heart pounding in her chest as she contemplated the implications. She desperately yearned for answers to her burning questions, an ache that gnawed at her relentlessly... Back at Great Hill High, The school period came to an end, and the students poured out of the building, their footsteps echoing in a rush of excitement and chatter. Amidst the commotion, Noah fulfilled his promise and assumed a vigilant and protective stance beside Clara, his unwavering gaze fixed on her like a shield. As the students hur
Inside Great Hill High (Basketball court): "Eric Damian... I wasn't expecting you," Peterson stuttered, sounding like someone who had just realized he had dug his own grave. "Well, well, well. If it isn't my old-time friend Peter... son. I should have known, I should have known it was you all along... my impersonator. Who else knows me so well if not you? I have never encountered a more cunning and manipulative being like yourself in the thousand years I have walked upon this God-forsaken planet," Damian said with a smirk, slowly walking towards Peterson, his intentions oozing malevolence. Peterson's throat tightened as he swallowed. "Damian, listen. I only played a prank on you by impersonating you. I meant no harm, and no harm was done. But I'm sorry anyway. I mean, we have been friends for a very long time. You just can't kill me like that. We are practically brothers, Damian," Peterson pleaded, desperation creeping into his voice as Damian closed in on him. "Some kind of brothe
The three wolves circled around the brown wolf with calculated precision, teasing him ever so subtly, as if toying with the idea of launching an attack. Each time he turned to face them, they would instinctively withdraw, keeping him on edge. Their strategy was cunning, designed to erode his concentration and wear him down until they could strike with a devastating blow. It was a relentless game, testing his stamina and resolve. Amidst the chaotic battle, Eric Damian unleashed his fury upon the wolves, dispatching them with a ruthless rampage, leaving a trail of slain adversaries in his wake. Adams, not one to be outdone, found himself facing a formidable pack of his own. Mathias and Fateema fought side by side, their unbreakable bond evident in their synchronized movements. Amidst the flurry of combat, Clara remained the vigilant observer, the only one to notice Noah's perilous situation. She understood that she had a crucial role to play, a duty to aid her friend in need. "Come
"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
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