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15: The Hunter and the Hunted
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The Shadow of Sylvania's Curse 16: Unfortunate
Laura gasped as if she just surfaced from the deepest ocean. She was out of breath. Unlike the other times, her waking up from the nightmare was a lot different today. For one, there was a wild throbbing in her head and her heart seemed to be clenched by an invisible pair of rotting hands. She felt like anytime soon she would croak. Shivers crawled deeper to her flesh at the thought.Only after she tried to stand did she realize how chains wrapped about her wrist. At first glance, she already knew it was something out of the ordinary. Not only was it twirled about by the same pitch-black vines covering the ground earlier, but there were also metallic thorns moving up and down to its every corner. And she couldn’t even feel the way to which it pierced right through her skin. She could certainly sense a prick. It alone wouldn’t have made her feel deathly afraid, but it had been paired to the fact that her blood was gushing out of the barely visible slit as if it was a cut made by a knif
The Shadow of Sylvania's Curse 17: The Sudden Wife
It had been three long agonizing days since Laura slipped through the entrance of the vampire’s realm. She’d never truly anticipated the scope of what she was trying to fit her mold into and, clearly, she underestimated the danger by which she was drawing in for herself. All for her fucked-up dreams. And now, if luck could have it, she had turned into a wife of the creature of the night. She admitted to have wished to become like them, but nowhere was she ready to enter matrimony to someone who she only knew by face and certainly not to the person who had held her captive. Worst of all, she’d been cleaned off of her dress, so he was basically able to see everything bout her.Although he didn’t have the lustful look in his face nor did he show the slightest of interest to her womanly beings, she still felt so vulnerable and small. She had pride, which was now shattered about in the feet of her own weakness. Should she have been strong and merely inclined to normal, achievable and not l
The Shadow of Sylvania's Curse 00: The Gaunts’ Demise
In the small village of Little Hangleton dwelled the infamous Gaunts. Their generations were defined by treasures and wealth passed on from one to the other, but it was not to this that their names were known. The villagers had long since inferred they were beyond their understanding and sympathy; ever since the world began, they had not, even once, interacted with them. They had thought then that this was their way of saying they weren’t on their level. Bitter resentment swelling from an unsaid insult, the villagers witnessed the scandal which the Gaunts had to bring into their graves. The Gaunt’s manor stood atop the hill overlooking the village, its features quite resembling that of a man who couldn’t recover from being sick. Despite themselves, the Gaunts had lost their financial stability over the years, and the villagers found glory in the fact that the once fine-looking manor ended up being unchecked, though it remained to be the grandest building for miles around. Not too lon
The Shadow of Sylvania's Curse 01: The Oddball and the Howler
Laura had a dream. She was standing in the middle of a deserted meadow, long ruined by something more of a storm. Everywhere she looked, petals savagely sliced in half loitered, the red of their features painted by thick, smelling blood, a lot darker than its usual glow. But next to the trees lying helplessly in rows, it became rather trivial. From the way it looked, it seemed to have been ravaged by a cursive blow, as the branches hosting its supposedly fresh fruit had been burnt, still puffing grayish smoke. The wind danced purposelessly with it until it reached the scope of the starless dome-like horizon extending out of nowhere. Taking a deep breath, she wrapped her arms around her shoulders, shivering a little when the cold wind picked up. It whispered such an ominous rhythm that pushed deeper into her eardrums. As though she knew what was going to happen, she looked up at the brightest of moon. Its celestial light wasn’t a helping matter either, for the moment the pair of her o
The Shadow of Sylvania's Curse 02: Resemblance
Time Square never failed to amaze Laura. She had come across its name a lot of times in her books, but she never had the chance to pay it a visit, especially since she was completing her fine art major then. Seeing it in its pure glory made her think she missed half of her life for nothing. It was indeed a rich commercial street, a place where you’d feel it was a miracle to be alive. The rows of gigantic buildings almost seemed to be calling Laura, its glint in the nearly covered sun daunting. Whenever she peered at the car window, no matter how hard she tried to look up, she couldn’t have even just a single glimpse of the dome-like horizon, almost as though they were never there to begin with. The crown of the different infrastructures, its rows in the corners of the street that far surpassed that of a tree, had this sense of both permanence and ephemeral quality. Something about it intrigued her more than she thought it would. It gave her that kind of desire to unravel how these ing
The Shadow of Sylvania's Curse 03: Martha's Testament
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The Shadow of Sylvania's Curse 04: Strange Strangers
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The Shadow of Sylvania's Curse 05: Celtic God
Laura wanted nothing more than to be buried down the ground. She didn’t want to be rude, but Melinda’s tears were soaking her shoulder. Her hands were wrapped tightly around her waists as though what Laura had just wished for would border the line of illusion and become a reality. Truth be told, she least expected this from the Martins, mainly because they’d been with this Zheira for a long time. This would have made it easier for them to make a distinction. But, for some reason, it was never the case. Did she really look a lot like Zheira than she ever gave credit for? And why should that matter anyway? It wasn’t as if she was really her. They just look so alike. That was all. When, in her relief, Melinda raised her head, Laura’s heart clenched a little. She’d seen unrivaled desperation like no other in her hawk-like blue orbs, her tears still trickling down to her cheeks. It reminded her of the picture of despair painted in her very eyes the moment her grandma died in her arms. “Y
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