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
Back at the house, Tony and Regina couldn’t pick up where they had left off because, they felt weird about Alan walking in on them earlier. They decided to go back up to the living room to join the others, when they got to the living room they found James who was already making himself comfortable, holding the TV remote in his hand, placing his legs on the table and relaxing to watch his favorite show on the television set. Regina stared at him with confusion, she was confused about who he was exactly.Immediately James and Tony laid eyes on each other they immediately rushed to greet one another and that’s when Regina remembered that Alan had informed her about his arrival, “This is James, Alan’s newly adopted son” Tony introduced him to Regina, “Pleasure to meet you James, please can you clean yourself up along with all these mess you made, we don’t live like this here” Regina said referring to the mess he had made while making himself comfortable, “I’ll clean it up” J
Alan and Ruth were still watching their movie in the Ruth’s living room while, the others were back in the house still focused on their games which they seemed to be enjoying. Eventually the movie Alan and Ruth were watching came to an end, the movie ended on a sad note, which made Ruth cry. Alan leaned in to console her with a warm hug, he hugged her tightly and showed too much of his affection towards her, which she sensed, she pulled out of the hug, “I’m sorry that was a bit too much, wasn’t it?” Alan said to herRuth didn’t offer a response to him she just sat right there beside him staring into his eyes till finally, she summoned the courage to move in, she leaned in for a kiss and he didn’t reject her.Alan kissed her back for some time, then their kiss got deeper and deeper, right there on the couch, Ruth took off his shirt and kept on kissing him deeply, he picked her up from the couch placing her back on a wall, he moved his kisses to her neck and she let out a moan. With
Alan fought off the voice as it kept commanding him to kill because, the only person around him was Ruth and he didn’t want to hurt her in any way talk less of killing her. After some minutes of searching for the bracelet and still not finding it, he decided to try calling Regina one more time, if she could be of any help to him in this situation. He picked up his phone and dialed her number but, still she didn’t pick up his call, he tried dialing her three more times it still didn’t get through to her. Alan went back up to the room so he could grab his things and be on his way back to Regina’s house to avoid any carnage. He walked up to the room and when he got in he found himself being drawn to Ruth’s neck, the beast in him began to show itself, his fangs dripping venom from his werewolf nature and his eyes red for his lust for blood.As he was about to feed on her she moved slightly, and at the sight of this Alan ran towards the window, looked back at her and saw that she was still
What do we do now?" Regina and Alan kept staring at each other to see who had any form of answer to the question going through their mind. The witch kept laughing as she took her seat in her former position and crossed her legs. "Come, sit with me" the sapphire witch ordered Alan,Regina immediately dropped to the floor which was the aftermath of the witch waving her her hands, casting a sleep spell on her.At this point, everyone in the room was on the floor unconscious, Bruce, Tony and Regina laid on the floor while, Hayley had snuck out through the window of her room, to get backup of her pack and some witches as Alan had instructed her when she called to inform him about the presence of the witch in the house.Alan stood for a while staring into the eyes of the witch as she gestured at the chair at her front to take his seat. Finally, he sat down in the chair she appointed to him right across her, "What do you want from us, Aunt Darlia?" Alan asked with fear evident in the t
Alan and Tony watched her as she walked out of the house with a wide grin on her face. As soon as she was out of the vicinity, the others woke up from their slumber, Bruce and Regina woke up to find most of the walls of the house covered with blood and bodies of werewolves scattered on the floor around the house, equally with some bodies of witches, “What happened here?” Regina said with her hand on her head obviously still in pain from the sleep spell of the witch and noticing the bodies scattered at every corner. Tony kept staring at Alan hoping he’ll give an answer to the question thrown to him by Regina, but rather he walked out of the house hoping to catch up with Darlia. He ran off into the streets while the others stayed back calling out his name, immediately Bruce saw this some seconds later, he instantly ran out of the house in pursuit of Alan. After covering some distance, Alan stopped when he couldn’t sight his Aunt Darlia anywhere. He stopped in the middle of the stree
“What’s wrong with you?” Ruth asked sensing that the tone of his voice was really low and filled with fear, “Nothing is wrong with me Ruth” He immediately replied, with a stronger voice this time in an attempt to cover up what he had given away before, “I know when you’re lying to me, I know you too well” Ruth replied,There was silence for a while from the other end of the line, which was Alan’s because, he didn’t know what to respond anymore, “If you want to hide it from me then, its fine, why didn’t I see you when I woke up this morning, why did you run off in the middle of the night, leaving your car behind?” She finally asked the question that had been lingering on her mind,Alan paused for a while, trying to figure out the perfect excuse to give to explain himself in this situation “I got a call from home, so I had to rush over” Alan said immediately, “No problem, when are you coming to get the car?” She asked, “I’ll be there later in the day to pick i
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