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
Ruth and Alan were alone in the house after Luke and the priest were out of the door, Alan stood up from the table leaving his food which he had barely touched, he moved around in search for his car keys, he walked into the kitchen ignoring Ruth whom he left back at the dining table. The further Alan proceeded into the house, he stumbled into things which provided flashes of the previous night to his memory, he walked into the kitchen, Alan was distracted by all the flashes he was getting trying to remember much from the previous night, “Can we talk?” Ruth voice came from the entrance of the kitchen which brought Alan back to reality, “Talk about?” Alan inquired, “I feel like you’re hiding a lot about yourself from me, don’t you trust me enough to talk to me, remember I’m a therapist” Ruth said to Alan to try to get him to talk to her,Alan felt guilty, because he knew for a fact that there were things he couldn’t tell her but, he wanted to tell her. But he felt he was putti
“How do you know my name? And what do you know about me?” Alan repeated his question after he hadn’t gotten an answer for his question previously, “Would you like a glass of water?” the priest asked Alan, “No! I won’t, answer my question priest” Alan said getting impatient, “I can see your patience is wearing out, well I happen to know a lot about you Alan, more than you think” He finally replied,The priest stood up from his chair and moved over to where Alan was seated across the table, and he sat down on the table right beside him, “How do you know me?” Alan asked once again after the priest had sat down beside him, “Well, I heard your name from my niece, since she’s always talking about you, Alan Gates she would always say, and the name Gate sounded familiar, so I did my research on you through the files of this city, and I stumbled on your family history” The priest replied,Alan looked into his eyes in an attempt to compel him to forget everything he h
Alan stood before his siblings – Bruce, Tony and even Regina who were willing to put him doing by the dagger, “So you’re all willing to turn against me, your own brother, your own flesh and blood all for a stranger who put us in this mess from the beginning” Alan said not hiding the obvious disappointment he felt for his brothers, showing evidently in his voice, “You’re doing the wrong thing, that’s why we are putting you down” Bruce replied, “Well, get ready to get yourselves beaten up over nothing because there’s no stopping me” Alan replied.As Tony heard the words it infuriated him and he launched the attack on Alan bearing the dagger in his palm. Tony jumped on Alan landing three blows on the face of Alan, two which successfully hit him and the last one being stopped by Alan, who caught Tony’s fist before he could lay the last one on him, twisted his fist and threw him across the room.Alan then rushed over to where Tony had landed, picked him up from the floor and
The vision of that dark future lingered in Seraphina's mind like a haunting melody. She could still feel the weight of it pressing down on her, the unsettling certainty that if Constantine's rule went unchecked, it would lead to something far more sinister than she could have ever imagined.As she slowly regained her composure, Seraphina knew that she couldn't keep this revelation to herself. The coven had to be made aware of the potential horrors that lay ahead if they didn't take action. She had a responsibility to her fellow witches, to her friends, and to the future generations who might suffer under Constantine's unchecked power.Determined, Seraphina sought out Elara, the one person she trusted above all others. She found her in her chamber, surrounded by the soft glow of candles. Elara looked up as Seraphina entered, concern etched across her features."Seraphina, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost," Elara said, her voice laced with worry.Seraphina took a deep bre
Constantine stood at the center of the grand hall, her voice projecting with an eerie authority that sent shivers down the spines of those gathered. The witches of the coven, some still bearing the fresh scars of the recent turmoil, looked to her with a mix of fear and curiosity."My fellow witches," she began, her tone measured and deliberate. "We gather here today in the wake of a great tragedy. Our beloved elders of the first order have been ruthlessly struck down by the hand of darkness. King Crowell's assassins are responsible for this heinous act."Murmurs rippled through the assembly, a sea of concerned faces turning toward one another, searching for answers in their neighbors' eyes.Constantine continued, her voice unwavering. "But fear not, for justice will be served. I vow to you all that we shall hunt down these assassins and make them pay for their crimes. They thought they could extinguish the light of our coven, but they are gravely mistaken."Isolde, her loyal confidant
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