“Lucien doesn’t even value the treacherous attempt a taking his own life as much as he values you.” It’s like she’s speaking in parables, I cannot understand a single word she speaks. “Please be extra detailed” I plead. Silver takes a deep breath and holds my shoulder, “all I’m saying is, Lucien is very protective of you, and it seems all of your actions get to him more than you know” it all starts to make sense now and I nod severally. I listen to Silver’s words, her attempt to provide some solace amidst the turmoil. While a part of me acknowledges the validity of her perspective, it does little to assuage the pain and anger that surges through me. “But Tyler… he was killed so unjustly, Silver,” I argue, my voice laced with frustration and sadness.Her gentle hand rests upon my back, offering a comforting touch. She encourages me to eat, reminding me of the date, October 3rd. I furrow my brow, curious about the significance of that particular day. “What’s special about October 3rd
“I must be stronger, I must revolt and revenge” I say silently after going back into my room from eavesdropping on Lucien and the commander from earlier. As I remain curled up in the corner of my room, the sound of approaching footsteps catches my attention. Most of the maids walk with a lethargic gait, but I can always distinguish Lucien’s distinct presence. A surge of bitterness courses through me as I grit my teeth, harboring a deep-rooted hatred for him.The door swings open with force, and I can feel his penetrating gaze fixated on me as he discovers my hiding spot just behind the closet door. It’s no surprise that he finds me so easily; the room’s lighting is intentionally bright, leaving no shadowy corners for me to conceal myself. A cold smirk adorns his lips as he waves dismissively before making his way to sit by the grand piano. His eyes briefly meet mine, filled with a chilling intensity that sends shivers down my spine.In his usual cold and calculated manner, Lucien rem
Previous night. As I watch the commander leave, his words of encouragement resonate within me. I understand the importance of not facing this witch alone, especially considering her capabilities. I nod in acknowledgment, concealing the sight of Natasha prying around, unwilling to raise any suspicions.Once the commander is gone, a smile tugs at the corner of my lips. I mockingly question myself, wondering why I am so easily swayed when it comes to her. Shaking off the thoughts, I proceed to my room to prepare for the upcoming search. As I enter, I notice Adam standing by the doorway, a determined expression on his face.He speaks, his voice filled with determination, “Lucien, I would like to accompany you on this mission. Together, we can ensure success.” His loyalty and dedication shine through his words, and I find myself appreciating his unwavering support. Without hesitation, I accept his offer, knowing the importance of having a trusted ally by my side.In my closet, I carefully
“What the hell happened here?” I ask rhetorically as I look around. As we enter the abandoned and eerie train station, the air is thick with the stench of gunpowder and death. Bullet casings litter the ground, and the lifeless bodies of soldiers, unmistakably the commander’s men, are scattered about. Their twisted forms and the wreckage of their vehicles speak of a fierce and intense battle.I say smiling “ Quite a mess, isn’t it? Wonder if they put up a good fight.” Adam say with an evil smirk “Oh, they tried, but they were no match for whoever did this” “You’re not nervous, are we?” I ask with a mocking tone as I look back at Adam who’s prying eyes keeps darting back and forth. “Oh, I’m just concerned about you and that’s all” his replies makes me sound a little boring, I wonder if Adam really thinks he’s stronger than I am in a game of strength. I hear a rustling sound coming from a nearby compound and immediately dash towards it, the fallen dry leaves crackling beneath my fe
I pretend to yawn “ Is this the best you’ve got? I’m already bored.” My words fuel their anger, and they intensify their attacks, throwing themselves at me with renewed determination.Adam can’t grinning “You always know how to make things interesting, don’t you?”As he clashes with the witches who jump at him, I continue to engage them with a mix of humor and nonchalant confidence.I continue laughing as I dodge their attacks without giving any strike in return “Come on, witches! Show me what you’ve got! I could use a good workout.”Their anger intensifies, their attacks becoming more desperate and fierce. But I remain calm and composed, effortlessly deflecting their strikes and countering with precision.The air crackles with tension as the witches surround myself and Adam, chanting powerful incantations. Their eyes gleam with malicious intent, and they brandish an array of magical weapons, daggers, and knives.Adam starts breathing heavily “Lucien, there are too many of them! We n
I'm pacing back and forth in my small, stuffy room, feeling the walls close in around me. I'm starting to go stir-crazy, and I can feel my anxiety rising. My breath is coming in short, shallow gasps, and I can't seem to calm down. I'm starting to feel like I'm losing my grip on reality, and I'm not sure how much longer I can take this.My chest is tight with panic, and I'm starting to feel lightheaded. I focus on my breathing, trying to count to ten in my head. But just as I'm starting to feel calmer, I hear a sound that sends my heart racing again. It's the creak of the door, and I freeze in my tracks, waiting to see who's on the other side. I hold my breath as the doorknob slowly turns, and the door creaks open.The door opens slowly, inch by inch, until it's wide enough for a tall, dark figure to step through. I squint into the shadows, trying to make out the person's face. But all I can see is a hooded cloak, obscuring the person's features. My heart is pounding so hard that I fee
Adam and I are walking through the dark forest, after we parked our car like a mile back, then we hear a rustling in the trees. We stop in our tracks, and then suddenly, a group of soldiers emerg from the shadows, their weapons drawn. They point their guns at us and yelled, "Identify yourselves!" We both stood still, our hearts beating at a steady and peaceful pace. Then, I let out a loud, terrifying roar. The soldiers were taken aback, their eyes wide with fear and confusion.The soldiers stand frozen, their weapons wavering. They clearly hadn't expected us to roar like that. They look at each other, unsure of what to do next. Then, one of them speaks up. "I... I think we might have made a mistake," he said, his voice trembling. "These aren't the witches we were told to look for, they…. They’re wolves."I stand bored and tired of these soldiers panicking, I wonder if this squad really is the best the government could send to protect the people of the city. “Who’s your team leader?”
As the male witch begins making humorous jokes, a smirk forms on my lips. “Alright, let’s have a little fun then,” I respond with a hint of boredom in my voice. My eyes remain dry and emotionless, a stark contrast to the silver-haired witch’s animated demeanor.He chuckles and waves off the soldiers and Adam. “No interference, boys. This is between me and our fearless alpha here.” His words carry a playful tone, but I can sense the underlying confidence in his expression.I raise an eyebrow, a bored smile playing on my lips. “Think you can handle my strength? I hope you’re ready to be disappointed.”The witch’s smirk widens, and he gestures for me to come closer. I take a moment to close my eyes, centering myself. When I open them, a fiery red hue replaces the usual color, a visible manifestation of my unleashed power. His silver hair dances behind him as he smiles brightly, his eyes glowing a haunting white.A gust of wind picks up around us, swirling leaves and dust in a hypnotic da
We both stand panting in the middle of the forest, surrounded by broken trees and torn-up road. The air is charged with tension, and it's clear that neither of us is backing down. "You're a strong old man," I say, my voice tight. Raphael laughs, but there's a hint of bitterness in his laugh. "And you're a persistent young fella," he says. I can tell that he's getting tired, but so am I. This battle could go on for hours, and I'm not sure how much longer I can last.Raphael launches at me, his fist colliding with my face. I fly backwards, crashing into a tree. I try to stand up, but my body feels heavy and sluggish. My vision is blurry, and I can barely make out Raphael's figure through the haze. He walks towards me, his face cold and expressionless. I know he's about to deliver the final blow, and I can't do anything to stop him.As I stand there, resigned to my fate, I hear a voice calling my name. I try to focus, but my vision is still blurry. Then, I hear it again, and I realize it
I'm chasing the convoy of cars, and I manage to catch up to the last car in the line. I slash at the tires with my claws, and the car tumbles over onto its side. Five werewolves jump out, snarling and growling, their eyes glowing red with rage. They leap towards me, ready to fight. I stand my ground, ready to face them.As the werewolves charge towards me, I leap into action. I meet the first werewolf head-on, blocking its claws with my own. We clash together, our claws and teeth tearing at each other, snarling and snapping. I feel the other werewolves closing in, and I know I have to act fast. I twist away from the first werewolf, kicking it in the chest as I spin. I duck under the claws of the second werewolf, landing a punch to its gut. The third werewolf leaps at me, but I grab it by the throat and toss it aside.The fourth werewolf swipes at me with its claws, and I feel the skin on my arm tear. But I ignore the pain, focusing on my opponent. I grab the werewolf's arm and twist i
I try to push myself to my feet, but it's like my body has given up on me. I feel like I'm going to pass out, but then I feel a warm touch on my shoulders. "Lucien," a familiar voice says. I look up, and I see Natasha, standing over me. I'm surprised to see her here, but I'm also relieved. "What are you doing here?" I ask. "I can't just stay home while everyone else is fighting," she says, her eyes determined. "This is my mess too." Natasha helps me to my feet, and I feel a little better. Then she takes out a knife and slits her wrist, offering me the blood that flows from the wound. I know that drinking her blood will make me stronger, so I take a drop. But as soon as I do, the strength rushes through me so fast that I lose my balance and crash into the stone floor of the temple. It's a jarring blow, but I feel my strength returning. I look up at Natasha, and I see a determined look on her face. "We have to stop them," she says.Before I can even get to my feet, I'm kicked in the sid
After our first clash, Arturo raises his hands, his fingers glowing with power. He shouts "Let thunder be my guide!" and a bolt of lightning descends from the sky, heading straight for me. I leap out of the way just in time, the lightning striking the ground where I was standing a moment ago. I pounce on Arturo, my claws tearing into his chest. He staggers back, but then he laughs. "You're fast," he says, his eyes glittering. "But let's see if you can keep it up and if that was not a fluke."Arturo's power is incredible, his spells strong and fast. But my current strength is a match for him. I leap and dodge, the trees around us cracking and falling as our battle rages on. Leaves and twigs fly through the air, and the earth shudders with every blow we land. It's a fierce and deadly dance, and I can feel my strength waning. But I won't give up, not until the battle is won.I lunge at Arturo, aiming to take him down, but he's faster than I thought. He sidesteps my attack, and then his h
There's a shortcut to the temple, and I know it like the back of my hand. It's a winding path that few know about, and it's shrouded in mystery. As we run, our speed increases, until we're moving at the maximum speed that a werewolf can travel. The air rushes past us, and I feel like I could run forever. But there's no time for that now. We need to reach the temple before Aurora does.We're stopped in our tracks by a huge crack in the earth. It's as if an earthquake has split the land in two. I'm about to jump across when Sam appears, teleporting in a flash of light. "This is the advantage of being a witch," he says, a smug grin on his face. "I can just teleport across." I feel a surge of annoyance, but I know he's right. I grin, and I leap into the air with all the strength I have. I feel the wind rushing past me, and for a moment, I feel weightless. Then I land on the other side, my feet hitting the ground with a thud. Jacob is still on the other side, looking at me in disbelief.
“All I know is a Sarvic’s blood is enough to boost the spiritual power of any being and it’ll be extremely helpful in boosting the individual’s ability” mother said and in the twinkle of an eye, before I can even react Lucien slits my wrist open and there’s a cup in his hand, he takes my blood. As if that’s not enough he dashes at Jacob and forces a few drops into his mouth. He takes some for himself before stretching the rest to Sam, “drink up” a diabolical tone in his voice. Lucien’s too scary for me to actually believe he’s lovable.I hold my wrist, the pain searing through my body. My eyes are full of fury as I glare at Lucien. "Why did you do that?" I demand. "Why did you slit my wrist so that you could taste my blood?" Lucien stands before me, and he is the picture of calm. He seems unfazed by my anger, and it only fuels my rage. "Your blood is special, Natasha, according to your mother," he says. "It's powerful. I think I might need it for my plan to work." His words send a chi
A devious smile spreads across my face as a brilliant idea forms in my mind. I look around, taking in my companions: a single witch, a werewolf, and myself. "This will have to do," I say, my voice low and dangerous. Sam and Jacob exchange a wary glance, as if they can sense the dark thoughts churning in my mind. I can see the fear in their eyes, but I know they're with me to the end, not entirely sure about Sam though. I turn to Sam, an expectant look on my face. "Can you clone yourself?" I ask, hoping for a positive answer. His expression falters, and he shakes his head. "I can't," he says, sounding a little embarrassed. I feel a pang of guilt, knowing that I'm asking more of him than he's capable of. Suddenly, we hear a voice from the kitchen area, as if from a great distance. "Cloning spells are one of the easiest ancient spells a witch should know," it says, its tone full of knowledge and experience.We turn, and there's Alphana, Natasha's mother. She's an enigmatic figure, shrou
I stir from my sleep, a persistent knocking sound breaking through my slumber. I glance over at Natasha, who's sleeping peacefully, and decide to investigate the noise myself. I throw on a robe and head downstairs, my footsteps silent on the hardwood floor. I see Jacob, already on his way to answer the door. He stops in his tracks and bows low as I approach. "What is it?" I ask, my voice cold and commanding. Jacob shrugs, looking just as puzzled as I am. He opens the door, and my eyes remains the same for the lack of surprise surprise. Sam stands there, a sly grin on his face. I want to slap that smug expression right off his face, but I keep my cool, my expression stony. "What do you want?" I ask, my voice like ice. Sam chuckles, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Just wanted to pay a visit, Lucien," he says, his tone overly casual. I raise an eyebrow, unimpressed."Of course, I'm not here for a visit," Sam says, rolling his eyes. His expression turns serious, and he fixes me with a
I look at Natasha, Jacob, and her mother, who are all looking at me expectantly. "I'd like to tell you a story," I say, my voice calm and measured. "A story about how I came to be the man I am today." They all nod, leaning in to listen. I clear my throat, and begin. "I was born into a family of myth and power...""My father and mother were the rulers of a powerful pack of werewolves," I say. "They were the alpha and Luna, and their rule was unquestioned. But their power made them enemies, and one day, their own comrades turned against them. They were betrayed, and they were killed." I pause, my heart heavy at the memory. "My sister, Lauren, and I were banished from the pack. We were left to fend for ourselves, and we struggled to survive." I feel my anger rising, but I keep my voice even. "It was then that I vowed to never be weak again. "I turned away from all emotions and friendships," I continue. "I focused only on gaining power and strength. I worked hard, took risks, and did thi