It has been eighteen years since mom gave birth to us and taught us everything we need to know about the world and the powers we were born with. My brothers run the pack now so that mom can travel the world and help those in need. Silver Hollow Pack called mom a few days ago asking for aid with sick and rogues. Seems that they keep getting attacked, and they don't understand why. I have a feeling there is more to the story, but I won't know tell we go to their pack. After we leave there, we head to Dark Knights, where they are having issues with sickness and war. Something about they found a crystal, and now they are in hiding from those seeking it. But little did she know I would be the one who gained the power over dragons. Which comes with being able to call, command, and ride during fights if needed. I love growing up and being able to watch the dragons have babies and watching them grow. My favorite one is a little girl called Zella. She has been glued to my side since the day
The next morning came too quickly as the sun peeked through the curtains, signaling it was time to rise and face the day ahead. I could hear the hustle and bustle of my family getting ready for our journey to the Silver Hollow Pack. As I got dressed in my usual practical clothes, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the pit of my stomach.Joining my family in the kitchen for a quick breakfast, I noticed the serious expressions on their faces. It seemed like they were holding something back from me, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding about our mission.As we piled into the car, with Elly nestled securely on my lap, I couldn't resist asking that had been nagging at me since last night.“Mom, Dad, what are we really going to do at Silver Hollow Pack? Is it just about helping them with sickness and rogue attacks?” I inquired, trying to keep my tone casual despite the tension in the air. Mom exchanged a glance with Dad before turning to me with a somber e
Alpha Dominic's expression softened as he placed a hand on my shoulder, a rare gesture of trust from the usual Stoic leader. “Thank you, Elly. Your bravery gives us hope in these dark times,” he said, gratitude shining in his eyes.With a sense of purpose driving me forward, I turned to my family, their unwavering support bolstering my resolve. Together, we followed Alpha Dominic through the bustling pack grounds towards the heart of their territory, where an ominous presence loomed.As we approached a clearing surrounded by ancient trees, a chill ran down my spine, and I could sense the dark magic crackling in the air like an ominous storm brewing on the horizon. Standing at the center of the clearing was a figure cloaked in shadow, their presence sending a shiver through the assembled crowd.Alpha Dominic stepped forward, his voice firm as he addressed the mysterious figure. “Sorcerer, your malevolent actions have brought suffering to our pack. We demand you leave our lands at once.
Our victory had united the pack in a way I had never thought possible. Alpha Dominic's eyes shone with newfound hope, and the pack members looked at us with reverence and admiration. As the celebrations continued well into the night, I found a moment of quiet solitude by the edge of the clearing, Elly by my side as always.The stars twinkled brightly overhead, casting a soft glow over the pack grounds. A sense of peace settled over me, knowing that we had succeeded in protecting our home and loved ones from the darkness that had threatened to consume us.“Elly,” I whispered, breaking the comfortable silence between us. “I couldn't have done this without you. Your strength and loyalty are unmatched.”The dragon nuzzled against me affectionately, her eyes reflecting the shimmering starlight above. In that moment, I felt a deep connection to her, one that transcended mere companionship. We were partners in every sense of the word, bound by a bond that defied understanding and strengthene
A sudden movement caught my attention, and I tensed as a figure emerged from the darkness. It was a young woman, her face pale and drawn, her eyes wide with fear.“You've come,” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the whispering wind. “The Headless Horseman rides again, and he seeks vengeance upon the town.”My parents and I shared a knowing glance - the legends of Sleepy Hollow were infamous, tales of a vengeful spirit that rode through the night with his severed head held high, seeking retribution for a long-forgotten betrayal.“We will do everything in our power to stop him,” my father declared, his voice firm and unwavering. “But we will need your help. Tell us everything you know about the Headless horseman, and together we will find a way to protect Sleepy Hollow from his wrath.” The young woman nodded gratefully, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and apprehension.She led us through the winding streets of Sleepy Hollow, her steps quick and urgent as she recounted t
But we knew that the darkness in Sleepy Hollow had not completely dissipated with the departure of the Headless Horseman. There were whispers among the villagers of strange apparitions and unexplained happenings, and my parents and I knew that our work was far from done.As we traveled back to our home, we discussed our next course of action. My father suggested that we needed to delve deeper into the town's history and uncover any secrets that might be the root cause of the lingering evil. My mother agreed, but emphasized the importance of treading lightly and not stirring up any old resentments or jealousies.That night, as we gathered around the fire, I pulled out my grandmother's old tome on witchcraft and folklore. We spent hours poring over the pages, looking for any clues or patterns that might help us understand the forces at work in Sleepy Hollow.One particular passage caught my eye - a story of a powerful sorceress who had once lived in the town, known for her abilities to
As his tale unfolded, a sense of betrayal and anger welled up inside me. How could someone who was once close to the sorceress have been capable of such treachery? The young woman who had helped us in Sleepy Hollow clutched her fists in anger, her eyes blazing with righteous fury.The sorceress's spirit hovered nearby, listening intently to the confession of her betrayer. A sense of sadness and longing emanated from her ghostly form, as if she had been waiting for centuries to hear the truth finally spoken aloud.My father stepped forward, his voice calm but filled with authority. “You have caused enough pain and suffering with your deceit,” he addressed the betrayer. “It is time to make amends for the sake of the town and its people. We must find a way to lay the spirits of both the sorceress and her betrayer to rest, so that Sleepy Hollow may have a chance at peace.”The young man looked at us, his eyes filled with remorse. “I do not know how to make amends,” he admitted. “All I hav
“Remember, your brother's friends are coming and staying with us for a few weeks.” Mom says as we make our way back home.“Great! They are not suitors for me, are they?” I ask her jokingly.“Maybe!” She replies.“Dad. Tell her to stop setting me up. I don’t need mates to make me happy. I have enough going on with traveling and healing those that need it.” I exclaim as mom laughs while dad just shakes his head at us.“You are my only daughter, so of course I want you to find a family that you can grow old and happy with.” Mom complains as I give her a no, thanks look.As we arrived home, the familiar sight of our cozy cottage welcomed us back. I let out a contented sigh, grateful for the warmth and comfort it provided. Mom's words about my brothers' friends staying with us echoed in my mind, and a spark of curiosity ignited within me. Who were these visitors that would grace our home for the next few weeks?The scent of a freshly baked pie wafted through the air, drawing me into the ki