Alan woke up the next day to find Ruth beside him alive and well, he smiled at the sight of her. She looked so peaceful while sleeping with her hair covering one of her eyes, she laid her head on his chest. Alan just stared at her beauty and by doing this it got him worked up and have doubts again because, he knew what he was and what he can do when he is tempted. He then rolled her over and swiftly got out of the bed, went to his box again which he hadn't unpacked to get a blood bag for breakfast. After pulling out the bag of blood from his box he walked straight into the bathroom at the other end of the room, made sure he locked it and emptied the content into his mouth. After he had finished emptying the content of the beg to every last drop, he heard a knock on the door, he quickly hid the bag on top of a cabinet in the bathroom where he knew Ruth wouldn't be able to reach. He cleaned himself and opened the door allowing her in while he walked out. Alan stepped out of his room a
Alan and James stood in the room staring at each other, the fact that James was a vampire made him worried and plus the fact that he didn't even have a clue of who turned him. "So Bruce suspicion were right, who could have turned him into the image of them, was this a plan by an enemy of theirs to get to his family?" Those were the only thoughts that ran through his mind."We'll figure this out when Ruth leaves" Alan said as he turned to leave the room but he stopped as soon as but felt James grip his hand, " I'm scared of what I am, I mean what we are, I can't control it, I don't want to hurt anybody" James said with the fear showing evidently his face, Alan placed his hands on his shoulders, "you're with me, we'll figure this out, I'll teach you son" Alan said and left the room afterwards. From James room Alan, he went directly to the room of Bruce, where he met him outside his door heading out to the kitchen to get breakfast before leaving, "I have confronted him on the matter,
The duo finally got finally got home, parking their cars beside each other, Alan got out of his car to help Bruce who was still feeling a bit weak from the spell and had to feed to be back at full strength. Alan helped Bruce out of his car and carried him through the door. "Tony! Tony!" Alan kept telling to get the attention of Tony and James who he left home.Tony and James cane running down the stairs to find Bruce on the food and Alan standing over him, " What happened to him?" James asked.As Alan heard the voice of James the thought of James being a part of the whole thing crossed his mind, he immediately suspected that James had something, a part to play in all that happened, and he acted on it.Alan attacked James, throwing him from the living room downstairs, upstairs and quickly running there to catch him, Alan picked him up from the ground holding his neck he lifted him into the air, "Was this your plan?, To hand my family over to them?" Alan said with a strong hint
Alan and Tony stood there staring at her wondering what she had planned for them while, Regina walked over to her table where she was making a potion, she stood there for a while mixing and chanting some spells, then stopped and walked back over to Alan, "Before you leave, I need you to get a little thing for me" Regina said to Alan "What might that be, that you can't get for yourself" Alan asked, "The ashes of a leaf of the death plant, at the end of the cemetery" Regina said,Alan declined to help her knowing what that plant could do to anyone who touched it but Regina reminded him that it only hurts mortals whereas he's immortal so the plant wouldn't still hurt him. Despite the assurance from Regina, Alan still insisted that he wasn't going to do it for her with reasons best known to him. "I'll do it, I'll get it I'm also immortal, ain't I?" Tony said to stop the two from bickering, "You won't, you don't know what you're getting into boy" Alan said to his brother,
As soon as they heard the knock from the door, Regina rushed back up while Bruce made his way to the door to let Alan in. Alan walked through the door to find all off them with worried looks on their faces, “Where is He?” He asked,Regina took him down to the basement while, Bruce and Hayley trailed behind him, they all got down to the basement and found Tony still confounded in the circle, Alan moved closer almost breaking the circle but he was stopped by Regina who warned him that if the circle was broken Tony will be stuck in the sleep induced by the spell.Alan ordered her to try the spell again, which she did but, the same outcome happened; each failed attempt on the spell caused blood to flow from her nose. Alan finally saw that she wasn’t powerful enough to complete the spell.He walked out of the house, over to his car and pulled out his mother’s spell book which he had carried from home. After getting the spell book he walked back into the house and showed the book to Regi
It was finally morning in the city, Regina woke up to find Tony seated in a chair beside her bed holding her hands, he was fast asleep so he didn’t hear her wake up. She stared at him and admired how cute he looked sleeping, she forgot about the hate she had for vampires when she was with him. She gently slipped her hand out of his to head into the shower and that’s when he woke up, “Where do you think you’re going?” Tony said with a soft voice and with a smile on his faceShe turned sharply as she heard his voice, “I’m going to shower” she said, “Okay, Just wanted to thank you for helping me last night, I knew you could do it” Tony said as he walked over to hug her tightlyAs he turned to leave after the hug, she kept staring at him, she noticed a marking on his neck; it was more like green veins drawing up from his neck, she stared at him till he walked out the door, then she turned into the bathroom. Tony left the room and walked into the living room where he found Hayley
The three of them stood there frozen with shock in the basement, feeling perplexed about the whole situation, searching for answers but, having not a clue where to begin their search from. The could at least put some of the pieces of this big puzzle together but, there were still a lot of questions left unanswered and they desperately needed answers to the numerous questions running through their minds; questions like “How did she break out from the sleep curse”. “I think we all need to stay under one roof till we figure this out” Regina muttered, breaking the silence, “James is at home alone, I’ll send Bruce to go fetch him” Alan said to Tony as he turned to leave the basement with the spell book in his hand. Along the way he stopped by the living room to inform Bruce to go pick James up and bring him over.Alan traced his steps down to the room allocated to him, he needed some peace and quiet to be able to think and study his mother’s spell book in search of answers. While Reg
She went down into the basement, where she found some of her old bracelets and a spell which which she found in her mother’s spell book, which her mother handed over to her before she died. She took out the bracelets from the drawer and placed all three of them on the table, she found a spell in the spell boock which she would enchant the bracelets that whenever either of them had their bracelets on, the witch wouldn’t be able to get into their heads.She began chanting the spell from the spell book till the spell was complete, then she went backk up to Tony and laid down beside him till she fell asleep. Finally, morning came and they were all up and ready for the battle of another day. Soon enough, they were all out of their rooms and in the living room, “I made this for us” Regina said as she handed the bracelets over to Alan and Tony, “What are these?” They both asked, stretching out their hands to receive it, “These are protective charms to protect the witch from getting
Amidst the flickering candlelight in her grand chamber, Constantine stood before a gathering of her fellow witches. The room was charged with an atmosphere of palpable tension, and the air seemed to thicken as she began to speak."Witches of our coven," Constantine's voice rang out, commanding the attention of all who were present. Her eyes, gleaming with a newfound darkness, surveyed the assembly. "As your Supreme Sorcerer, I stand before you with grave news. A prophecy, one of ancient origins, threatens our existence."Murmurs of concern rippled through the crowd. Witches exchanged worried glances, the weight of Constantine's words settling upon their shoulders.Constantine continued, her tone unwavering. "This prophecy speaks of an abomination, born of an unnatural union, that will bring an end to all we hold dear. It must not come to pass."Eyes darted among the gathered witches, understanding the gravity of the situation. The fate of their coven hung in the balance."To ensure ou
Constantine, consumed by paranoia, paced the dimly lit chambers of her newfound power. Her every step echoed her restless thoughts. The once-confident witch, now the Supreme Sorcerer, felt the weight of her newfound title and the burden of her dark choices pressing down upon her."They're all against me," she muttered, her voice a venomous hiss. "Isolde, Baros, even the very witches I've sworn to protect. They're all plotting my downfall."She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as anger flared within her. Her thoughts raced like a storm, each one more tumultuous than the last."I won't let that prophecy come true," she declared to the empty room. "I will do whatever it takes to stop it, even if it means...eliminating threats."The candles that lined the room flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Constantine's eyes, once vibrant and full of ambition, were now clouded by a darkness that mirrored her intentions.She thought of Agnes and the child she carried, t
In the dimly lit chamber that served as the central meeting place for their coven, Constantine stood before a gathered assembly of witches. The air was thick with tension and uncertainty, a stark contrast to the usual air of unity and shared purpose that had defined their gatherings in the past. She knew that her next words would shape the destiny of their coven."Witches of our sacred sisterhood," Constantine began, her voice carrying authority and a hint of urgency. "I stand before you today not only as your leader but as a bearer of grave tidings. It has come to my attention that we face a threat like no other, one that seeks to disrupt the balance of our world and endanger our sacred traditions."Murmurs of curiosity and concern rippled through the assembly. They leaned in closer, their eyes fixed on Constantine.She continued, "I speak of a prophecy, one that has been whispered among our most ancient and revered members. It speaks of an abomination, a force that could bring about
Isolde, hidden in the shadows, had overheard Agnes's revelation to Cain about her pregnancy. Her eyes gleamed with a malicious intent as she realized the potential threat this child could pose to her own ambitions. Isolde had always been ruthless in her pursuit of power, and she knew that she couldn't afford to let a child with the potential for extraordinary abilities grow and challenge her rule.After Agnes and Cain had shared their joyous moment, Isolde wasted no time. She had been keeping a secret of her own - a vial of poison, deadly and untraceable. Isolde made her way to where the remaining lycans were resting, unaware of the impending danger.With calculated precision, Isolde poured the poison into their wine, ensuring that there was no chance of survival. The lycans, already weakened from their past ordeals, were defenseless against this hidden threat. As they drank from the tainted source, the poison worked swiftly, coursing through their bodies and snuffing out their lives.
i couldn't ignore the gnawing feeling of vulnerability that had settled in my chest. The attempt on my life had been a stark reminder that danger lurked in every shadow of the coven. i had always been cautious, but now, with my powers fully restored and my enemies aware of it, i felt like a hunted animal.As the moon hung high in the sky, i slipped away from the grand hall and made my way to a hidden chamber deep within the coven's labyrinthine corridors. i needed solitude to think and plan my next move.Candles flickered to life as i entered the dimly lit room, revealing ancient texts and scrolls that lined the shelves. This was my sanctuary, a place where i had honed my craft in secret, away from the prying eyes of the coven.i knew that if she wanted to survive, i had to disappear, at least for a while. Her first instinct was to seek out Seraphina, her confidant and friend, and share her concerns. But Agnes hesitated. She couldn't risk putting Seraphina in danger and I could not fi
Isolde's voice was a low, urgent whisper as she leaned toward Baros in the dimly lit corner of the feast hall. The cacophony of celebration around them masked their conversation."Baros," she began, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous glint, "tonight is the night we seize control. We've bided our time long enough. I have a plan, a way to remove Constantine from power, but we must act swiftly and decisively."Baros regarded her with a mixture of intrigue and caution. "What plan do you have in mind?" he inquired, his voice barely audible over the revelry.Isolde's lips curled into a sly smile. "It begins with Agnes," she whispered. "After the feast, when she least expects it, you will strike. Kill her swiftly and quietly. It will sow chaos and confusion among Constantine's followers."Baros hesitated, his eyes narrowing in thought. "Agnes is a formidable witch," he noted. "Killing her won't be easy."Isolde's confidence didn't waver. "I know. But we have an advantage. Constantine's atten
Amidst the newly found freedom and celebration, Constantine, now ruling without any elders to challenge her authority, decided to throw a grand feast in honor of Cain and his band of rebels. The banquet hall in the heart of the witch's castle was adorned with opulent decorations, and long tables were covered with a sumptuous spread of dishes.Cain, still relishing the victory on the battlefield, arrived at the feast with his fellow rebels. They had come a long way, from being a small band of outlaws to the liberators of the witches. As they entered the hall, the atmosphere was electric, filled with the joy and exuberance of the witches who had been liberated from the tyranny of King Crowell.Constantine, radiant in a gown of midnight blue, awaited Cain at the head of the long table. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of admiration and gratitude as she greeted him. "Cain, you and your comrades have achieved what seemed impossible. You have set us free from the chains of oppression."Cain bow
Cain and his band of men, now infused with newfound magical strength, moved swiftly and stealthily through the cover of the forest. The tension in the air was palpable as they approached the approaching army of King Crowell, a formidable force numbering in the thousands. Cain whispered to his men, his voice determined and fierce, "Remember, lads, we're fighting for our freedom, for our homes and families. We won't back down now." His words ignited a fire in their hearts, and their resolve hardened.As King Crowell's forces drew nearer, Cain's band took up their positions, hidden among the thick trees and underbrush. They watched in silence as the enemy army advanced, the ground trembling beneath the weight of their numbers.The battle commenced with a sudden and ferocious intensity. Cain, wielding his newfound magical abilities, unleashed bolts of lightning upon the enemy, sending arcs of deadly energy surging through their ranks. The element of surprise was on their side, and the so
As Baros used a drop of Cain's blood to craft vials for the others, a sense of both excitement and trepidation filled the room. The anticipation of gaining newfound strength coursed through each of them, even though they were aware that they might not reach the pinnacle of power that Cain now possessed.Baros chanted the incantation in a language as ancient as the spell itself, a ritual that connected the vials to Cain's essence. The vials began to glow with a faint, ethereal light, signifying their bond with Cain's magic.Once the ritual was complete, Baros handed out the vials to the waiting rebels, each one eager to experience the enhanced abilities that had become Cain's gift. The vials contained not only a drop of Cain's blood but also a sliver of his magic, a connection to the newfound strength that had been bestowed upon him.As the rebels took their vials, they could feel the subtle surge of power coursing through them. It was as if they had tapped into a wellspring of energy