Chapter one hundred and thirty. Nicholas's POV. My legs dive through the air, my body heading towards the scene of the fight. At this point, in my mind, I knew I'd had enough with Cole Hunter. I won't let him bother me again, and at this stage, I have a way to achieve that. And that's also why I'm trying not to let Anastasia know anything about it, as I know that if she found out, she would want to stop me. Anyway, arriving at the scene of the fight, I soon sense that Hillary and Enit'ayanf are already diverting their attention from my behind. They are heading to find Cyrus and Raven individually while I focus on Cornelius. Sooner than later, I see his vehicle in the distance. As fascinated and astonished as I am by thr fact thay I cannot snell his scent neither can I connect with him because of the content infused in the air, however, I make my way towards hin and arriving there, once he sees mu presence, the idiot smirks. "And how did you find me, brother?" He smirks even hard
Chapter one hundred and thirty. Nicholas's POV. I wait. Wait for some more seconds. A few more seconds, and I'd do what I wanted to. Cole Hunter is getting closer to me, and I just wait for him. When I see that he is so near, I release another thunder from the sky. Iris blue lit up the sky, giving a dangerous spark. It soon began to turn towards him, and when he saw it, he quickly changed positions. When I see that he has been forced to divert, I use that as a chance to change my route as well. I grab him by the neck and rip one side of his neck with my claws. He screams within a second from the pain, but is quick to regain his stance. Shifting away from me, I want to quickly turn towards him again and attack him when he hits his hand on the ground and the earth beneath me turns into a liquid that it starts to swallow. I couldn't run anymore, no matter how hard I tried. When I see that I'm sinking into the ground, I bend the sky once again, erupting another sort of lightning t
Chapter one hundred and thirty two. Nicholas's POV. I chuckled, and it was dark. The hunting spirit inside Cole Hunter is quite a stubborn one that won't relent even after getting a lot of beatings from me. I head over towards him again and slam my fist into his face. He has almost shifted away from there, but I was very fast. Afterward, from nowhere, he yanks out a metal object in the form of a ring, and surrounding it are pointed edges. Before I could see it coming, he'd gotten a side of his ribs cut. I am still feeling the sizzling pain as the object burns my skin like some meat in hot vegetable oil. "Woah...cool." I tell him with a raging tone and by raising my tone, and I see that he's coming for me again. This time around, I smirk, and then, changing my position as though I wanted to crouch, I slide through the ground and use my legs as the surprise attack, cutting off his own stance from the ground. As he is losing touch with the ground, I stand upright, and with a mild
Chapter one hundred and thirty three. Nicholas's POV. I have just witnessed the Hunter King kill him, making the job of getting him out of my way very easy. There are some things about the supernatural creatures, brought about by our rules and the nature of life, that make some things really absurd when you think about them.If the Hunter King was one who didn't follow the rules of hunting, or whatever the name of that book of law was that they followed, he could have waited for him to become a vampire, and with having been a hunter before, he'd only be a hybrid that way. And although he would become one of the weakest hybrids ever since the combination of the bite would cause a contraction between his hunting spirit and the dead mind of a killing spirit, But that apart, it would give him enough power over me, as a hybrid, to kill me faster, and there, he has achieved what he wanted to. And afterward, he will kill himself if he feels he doesn't want to be fed by anyone.But he would
Chapter one hundred and thirty four. Nicholas's POV. We are closing in on the kingdom when I hear the sound of war from afar. At first, I didn't want to pay attention to it, thinking it was all in my head, until I realized that I'm now very okay and my senses are back to normal. Afterward, I reel back to Anastasia, Ola, and Madeleine. The remembrance of them is enough for me to regain every part of my strength, and dropping from Hillary's back, I dash into the kingdom myself. Getting inside, I could already smell Ola and Madeleine. To be honest, the poison in the air caused by the hunters is still messing with my head, but I'm getting better and better. With that, knowing that Ola and Madeleine are safe, I make my way up to the west wing hallway, in the direction of Anastasia's room. My heart keeps on spiking harder and harder as I arrive closer and closer, realizing that I cannot smell her scent. And when I finally get there and see the door opened and Liam on the ground, I stagg
Chapter one hundred and thirty five. Anastasia's POV. Although we have been running ever since the time we ran from the Kjmgdom, strangely enough, I remain quite energetic. We are in the middle of a clearing, and it is midmorning. The sky is beginning to clear. I can see the sun coming up when I stare up at the sky. There are a few dark clouds up there, which tells me there's a chance the storm might be coming in sooner than later.Anyway, to focus on what I see in front of me, Since I've been in the Kingdom, I didn't know that winter has grown this much. I am standing on small stones, spread out in the clearing, and surrounding us are mountains, not very tall but enough to block our sight from what is ahead. And in front of me is a fairly dry bay from where Luna Daciana is drinking. I find it a little disgusting, but then, maybe because she is a werewolf, she doesn't find it too disturbing. I mean, she doesn't even know if it's poisonous to her stomach linings. Anyway, maybe she
Chapter one hundred and thirty six. Nicholas's POV. As vampires, we are gifted with the power to bend some forces of nature. It didn't always used to be there until the time when the witches and wizards went into extinction. Most of us believe that we were gifted with these powers to show that nature still exists. Show that magic was never made so it can go into extinction along with the creatures meant to wield it. Anyway, I'm using this now for my own choices. Breathing in strongly, I run inhumanely towards the beach. My feet, because of the height of my speed, rove up heavy gusts of wind into the air. And the more I increase my acceleration, the greater the gust. Then, reaching the ocean, I head into it and begin swimming. I am not weakened by the change in gravity. My muscles help me move through the large body of water as though I am still on land and running towards something. In no time, I reach the ground of the water, and then, settling on its surface, I position myself
Chapter one hundred and seven. Anastasia's POV In the last few minutes since we've been here, resting, I have come near the fire to warm myself up. There is no snow falling here, but the cold is not comforting at all. By the way, there is a lake across from where we are sitting, and it's also bringing in mosquitoes around here. Anyway, apart from that and the cold, I think I'm a little okay. My mind is even at rest from all the running since yesterday night. At this point, a part of me believes that we cannot be found by Nicholas's men any more. We have distanced ourselves from the kingdom a lot. I caught Luna staring at me for the second time, and I think I just should speak out right now. "Why are you staring at me like that...or sort of glaring?" I ask a question, and she chuckles almost instantly. She isn't trying to lie, and she isn't, as she only finds it funny when I don't. I'm rather frowning, confused. "I am glaring at you." "That is offensive to say, right?" I say m
Chapter one hundred and forty four.Anastasia's POV. Rare. This is the first time, I will see the birds so close that they flap their wings to keep them in balance near the closed window. Their chirping sound along with the wavering of the trees and blaring horns from the distance awakens me fully and that's when I notice the uncomfortablilty that the birds are in. Smiling to myself as I sit up to take a close look at them from the inside, I carefully open the window. I savour the beautiful skin of theirs. Beautiful. So beautiful.A bird from the crew, all of the sudden, flies over into the room and in my attempt which is involuntary to help myself out from the shock it gave me, I let out my hands and unintentionally hit the bird away, letting it fall down outside. The others flies away, surely in fear."Oops, sorry bird. I didn't mean to. And thanks for being my new alarm." I call after them as they fly away. God, it's morning. The gym I'm suppose to go with Carl. I rush out of the
Chapter one hundred and forty three. Anastasia's POV. Monday comes quickly, indicating my first day at Franklin regional senior high school. I make sure to wake up before mom comes knocking on my door as if she wants to yank it off. Taking a quick shower and other morning hygiene routine in the same hurrying mode, I start to dress up in a simple plain blue shirt; black rough jeans, coupled with a light makeup.I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I look appropriately to my age of seventeen, having silver grey eyes — rare in my family since dad has brown hazel eyes, while mom has amber — that looks a bit too big to fit inside my small socket; beige warm undertone skin, rhyming with my darker shade of blonde hair and light blonde eyebrows and lids. The mirror easily captures my figure of five feet, four inches. I turn to the bed, checking the time from the alarm clock next to the lamp, who's figure is resting atop the cabinet. It's seven-thirty and school will be starting in abo
Chapter one hundred and forty two. Anastasia's POV. "I felt the same as you when I knew them at first. The way they behave; the way they don't talk much, especially the guy, yet girls fall at his feet. I'm quite sure he doesn't even talk to them before they invite him to their bed. Their hospital baffles me as well, they always have this repetitive sets of people that patronize them for blood bags. It's a weird thing, but don't worry, I don't think they bite. More also, their hospital is approved by the government. You would forget them, existing in weeks more." Shade says to me, glancing at me through her natural, long lashes every now and then. "They'll soon appear as a shadow to you."I don't think I can forget them, the guy particularly, as he's like a stain I can't wash off. The way he looks at me at the walkway, I can still remember it. It is as if I'm seeing the same scene unfolds right in front of me again, and again, and again. "Maybe. How are your parents Shade?"She smil
Chapter one hundred and forty one. Anastasia's POV. Three weeks has passed and life hasn't been so fair to me. For Shade, her project is going fine, meaning fate is supporting her unlike me, who's sadden almost every time. She's submitted the atheistic portrait and it's pending, I think she'll get result of her success tonight which is the time the company gave to respond back to her. Mia, on the other side has changed completely— she and Shade are bossom best of friends. They spend time together than with each of them with me. Not that they wouldn't, but I haven't been paying much attention to them. I'm busy on offering my end of the bargain — finding out who Nicklaus Original is. And I don't care about distancing myself from my friends at all, finding Nicklaus hidden identity is my main priority. And I can't explain the obsession. It's like a charm— if that makes sense.When the bell rings, startling me as I'm brooding over my plans of discovery for today, totally not hearing al
Chapter one hundred and forty. Anastasia's POV. The conversation with Ylfa was, what's the word?, not very inspiring, and I do not think I would want to discuss anything further with her. I can tell it is unintentional, but when I am around her, she makes me feel like I am a mistake. As though it were my fault that I was back here,Fine, I do know that I'm a danger around them, but it wasn't my fault that Yaya Luna brought me back here. I am not being selfish here. And if need be or anything occurs, I will try my very best to make sure no one gets hurt because of me. And, oh, by the way, I almost forgot, but I brought the pistol Cole Hunter gave me. Actually, it wasn't intentional, but because of the meeting, I had put it in the trouser of the clothes I was wearing, and when Luna Daciana came to take me, I figured I did not need to put it down. We may need it on the way, and funny enough, I forgot again that it was with me until I changed this morning. I never thought I would use i
Chapter one hundred and thirty nine. Anastasia's POV. In a few minutes, we arrive in front of the door to my room. I smile at Luna Daciana as I turn to face her. By the way, I've been touching the pendant since without even noticing, as the tingling sensation would come in occasionally. At this point, I believe that it isn't coming from my head anymore, but I don't even think of complaining to her. "So, I guess I should leave you to your own space." She says, and I nod my head, affirming her. "Thanks, again, for today, and I'm so happy to be here, regardless of all that I said earlier." I refer back to what I said back in the storage room. She rolls her eyes as she waves me off with her left hand. "Don't sweat it." And with that, she clears her throat and takes one step backwards, away. "Sleep well, Anastasia.""Nighty night, Luna Daciana."She pouts. "Nah, we aren't back to doing that." What do I say? "We are Ana-mates." When she says that, I laugh. Does that even make sense?
Chapter one hundred and thirty eight. Anastasia's POV. My hands are tapped by someone else's, and I wake up with a gasp. It was more like bolting from the bed, actually. To be honest, my senses are actually at their peak here, and I can't say it's my fault. I mean, I'm literally still in danger and scared of whatever could happen to these werewolves and she-wolves just because their Luna decided to add to their plan, changing everything. Absolutely everything. I sigh and place my left hand on my chest when I see that it is Luna Daciana. "Sorry. "You know, I haven't gotten much sleep lately." I tell her, and she nods with a small smile on her face. I actually admire her understanding of my emotions and abilities as a human who's not supernatural like she is or any other of them are. I had dozed off earlier, and she's just waking me up. I now remember that she wanted to discuss something with me, and I'm guessing that's the reason why she had woken me up. By the way, I'm even glad
Chapter one hundred and seven. Anastasia's POV In the last few minutes since we've been here, resting, I have come near the fire to warm myself up. There is no snow falling here, but the cold is not comforting at all. By the way, there is a lake across from where we are sitting, and it's also bringing in mosquitoes around here. Anyway, apart from that and the cold, I think I'm a little okay. My mind is even at rest from all the running since yesterday night. At this point, a part of me believes that we cannot be found by Nicholas's men any more. We have distanced ourselves from the kingdom a lot. I caught Luna staring at me for the second time, and I think I just should speak out right now. "Why are you staring at me like that...or sort of glaring?" I ask a question, and she chuckles almost instantly. She isn't trying to lie, and she isn't, as she only finds it funny when I don't. I'm rather frowning, confused. "I am glaring at you." "That is offensive to say, right?" I say m
Chapter one hundred and thirty six. Nicholas's POV. As vampires, we are gifted with the power to bend some forces of nature. It didn't always used to be there until the time when the witches and wizards went into extinction. Most of us believe that we were gifted with these powers to show that nature still exists. Show that magic was never made so it can go into extinction along with the creatures meant to wield it. Anyway, I'm using this now for my own choices. Breathing in strongly, I run inhumanely towards the beach. My feet, because of the height of my speed, rove up heavy gusts of wind into the air. And the more I increase my acceleration, the greater the gust. Then, reaching the ocean, I head into it and begin swimming. I am not weakened by the change in gravity. My muscles help me move through the large body of water as though I am still on land and running towards something. In no time, I reach the ground of the water, and then, settling on its surface, I position myself