“ ....I'm not shaky and yes, I don't believe in them, but you seem pretty convinced you saw one," Vivian said, her voice tinged with disbelief and a hint of fear. "And according to the stories I have heard about vampires in novels, they only approach humans when they need to feed on their blood." Sergeant Chriswell stared at her for a while, his gaze intense and piercing, searching for any signs of doubt or skepticism in her eyes. “Well, this vampire didn't come for my blood or anything like that," he said, his voice carrying a mix of astonishment and intrigue. "He came to give me information." Vivian's brows furrowed, her expression a blend of curiosity and concern. "Information?... What kind of information would a vampire want to give to you?" Her tone conveyed a mixture of disbelief and apprehension. "And how do you know the man in question is actually a vampire? I mean, he might just be a fool." Sergeant Chriswell let out a bitter chuckle, his voice laced with a touch of wearin
Eric Damian's presence in the building permeated the atmosphere, casting an eerie sense of fear that seemed to hang in the air, suffocating and potent. In an instant, the tables turned, and the men loyal to Lucian suddenly felt a wave of unease as if they were vastly outnumbered. One mere glimpse of Eric Damian could strike terror into the hearts of a thousand werewolves... "What's the matter? Why the long faces? Aren't you guys thrilled to see me?" Eric's voice dripped with a smirk as he released his grip on the man, who struggled to stand on trembling legs. Damian glanced at Adams, a smile curling on his lips. "Your men are in dire need of a lesson in manners, or else I'll have to teach them my way. I can assure you, they won't enjoy that," he taunted. "They're not my men. My men wouldn't conspire to kill me behind my back. So, feel free to do as you please with them. I couldn't care less," Adams retorted. Damian's smile turned devilish. "I relish the sound of that," he murmured
She was writhing and contorting on the bed, her body contorted in agony, yet she remained locked in a sleep fraught with screams of pain... Clara's cry reverberated through the room, jolting Dr Ellen and Jackson from their deep slumber, the aftermath of their passionate and exhausting lovemaking. "What's that sound?" Jackson mumbled, still groggy with sleep. "Clara," Dr Ellen murmured, her voice still heavy with the remnants of sleep. "Clara! What's wrong with Clara?" Jackson's tone grew more urgent as he sat up, his drowsiness evaporating as he rushed out of the room and headed straight for Clara's quarters... "My God, Clara! What's happening to you!" Jackson exclaimed as he burst into her room, finding her screaming, thrashing, and now bleeding from her nose. Without hesitation, Jackson leaped onto the bed, holding Clara tightly to prevent her from injuring herself further with her erratic movements. "Clara, wake up! Clara, wake up! Clara, wake up!" Jackson's voice reverberate
And it was later that he found out, to his surprise, the reason behind her confusion. Her husband, Mr. Jackson, was late, causing her to introduce herself using his name. This revelation left Adams bewildered, especially considering the unfamiliar man standing beside her, whom he had never seen before. The expression of confusion was etched across Adams' face, evident to Jackson as he approached him. Sensing the need for clarification, Jackson extended his arm towards Adams and introduced himself. "I'm Mr. Dave Jackson. And you are?" he inquired, his gesture a mix of friendliness and curiosity. Accepting Jackson's handshake, Adams replied, his shock still evident in his voice, "Adams, Adams Bright." How could he be Jackson? Jackson had been presumed dead for years. Could he be another Jackson? These thoughts raced through Adams' mind, questioning the bewildering situation. Clara, noticing Adams' puzzlement, interjected happily, providing answers to his burning questions. "Yes, he's
Location: Great Hill High Time: 12 noon Clara and her friends sat down at their usual spot in the school cafeteria, with everyone present, from the smart Caleb to the annoying Ken. "So I see Adams dropped you off at school today with his car," Caleb observed. Clara simply smiled and continued sipping her smoothie through the straw. "Is your car faulty?" Caleb inquired. Clara delicately brushed away the strands of hair that had fallen over her face. "No, my car is in good working condition. He simply wanted to give me a ride today," she explained, a brief smile forming on her lips. "Awwwww! That's so sweet, like really romantic," Anna dreamily remarked, her smile growing. "Well, I don't really understand the point. Why would he want to drive you to school when you have your own car? It doesn't make logical sense," Caleb reasoned. "That's because this isn't math or physics, where you use logic or brain juice to solve things. This is LOVE, and obviously, you know nothing about lo
“Vampire?.. Werewolf? What's that got to do with me? I thought I'm a wizard, at least that's what the girl told me,” Mathias said, his voice laced with confusion and disbelief. Fateema's mother stared at Mathias in a strange way, as if to say, Are you messing with me? before she remembered that the poor boy didn't remember a thing. “Yes, you are a wizard, a warlock, and a very powerful one at that. But your friend, the girl you want to save, is not human. She is a creature. Half vampire, half werewolf...a Hybrid. So by helping you regain your memory, we will be helping her, because you want to break her from a curse that would take her life,” Iya explained, her tone carrying a mix of seriousness and concern. “Clara,” Mathias muttered, trying to remember how he got himself involved with a vampire who was also a werewolf in the first place. His voice trailed off, filled with a mixture of bewilderment and a hint of worry. Fateema's mother continued, her voice holding a touch of intrig
"Mikil goðköld hafsins. Taktu við og verndi sál hans á ferðinni til löndu dularfullra veru hafsins. Og ef þú finnur hann hæfan, þá endurheimtu hans tapta minningar." The three elder witches, including Fateema's mother Iya, chanted and recited a spell on Mathias, who was completely submerged in a pool of water. Bet you are wondering how Mathias was still alive, how he was able to breathe underwater. Well, in fact, he wasn't breathing. He was dead. Well, the witches in this coven were devout worshipers of a water goddess. By submerging Mathias' body in the waters, they made his spirit embark on a perilous journey to meet the deity herself, the water goddess. However, this journey was fraught with danger and could potentially cost Mathias his life. This wasn't the only way for Mathias to restore his memories. There were other less dangerous methods, but they would take much longer, at least four days. Unfortunately, Mathias didn't have that amount of time to spare. Clara's birthday w
Location: Leventies Teaching Hospital Dr. Ellen had resumed her hospital duties, and Dr. Akeem was assigning her new patients. They walked from one ward to another, finally reaching the last one. As they stood outside the ward, Dr. Akeem briefed Dr. Ellen about the patient. "Patient 37 is a male, and from his looks, he appears to be in the bracket of 15-17 years," Dr. Akeem said, his voice filled with concern. "In terms of illness?" Dr. Ellen inquired, her brows furrowed. "The patient is suffering from a severe case of high-degree amnesia. He remembers nothing at all about his life, not even his first name. He has been with us for close to four days now, yet no one has reported a missing person or come looking for him in the hospital. I'm beginning to doubt anyone will ever come in search of him. But other than that, he is a fine young man," Dr. Akeem explained, his tone tinged with a touch of sadness. "Well, let me go meet him then," Dr. Ellen replied, her voice determined. Dr. A