"Wait," Forsyth said, delaying Robert. He settled himself on the bed in a comfortable manner. "Since I'll be glued here with no fun stuff to do -besides killing that little bitch- I think it's fair to tell me more about yourself. I mean, this self- this body, the reason you created this appearance. I bet it will also keep you entertained after living in this boring house for years."He gestured to Robert with his finger to pass him the bottle of wine on the shelf. Robert had kept it there for cleansing purposes, but Forsyth doesn't mind drinking it. As far as it's alcohol."And what makes you think I'll agree to that?" Robert cocked his old brows.Forsyth shrugged his shoulders. "I think you know me, or you wouldn't have let me live for a second. By the looks of things, you're cruel. In a good way though." He then smiles cheekily at Robert."Trying to have your way with your sly words, aren't you?""Is it working?" His smile slowly turned to a grin."It is…not.""That's better, I thou
Dominus jerked off his bed when he heard an alarming noise. He glanced at the clock, and it was 1 am. He climbed down from his bed and glanced out of the window. Everywhere was dead silent.He was about to close his window when a sound came from behind him. A person."How's your stay so far?" The voice asked.Yohan.Dominus unhurriedly turned to face him. Yohan was in a black robe, and his hair was damp."I don't suppose you walked into my room just to ask me that. If you walked that is,""No. I went for a swim, and I thought to ask if you're interested. Note: It's near the sacred creek."Dominus's jaw ticked.He knew what the head Priest was planning.Before he could decline, Yohan narrowed his eyes on him. "Thomas would be happy to join me," The Priest said. It was a clear warning.Dominus drifted from Yohan and picked a coat from his closet. He wore it and followed Yohan out of the room.They walked through a path that led to the creek. The soft glow of the moonlight made them walk
Gretel rasped at the impact of the wall. Her body aches even more. She shifted backward and snapped her fingers together. She needed light.But it didn't work.They snapped then again, and yet, the same outcome.She didn't even get the chance to rise on her feet before a pair of solid hands picked her from the ground and brought her to his chest. His fingers clutched her hair and tilted her head backward. His lips found her neck.Gretel screamed."Shh," Micheal hushed as breathed in her scent. "Don't make any sound if you don't want me to take a bite. I'm very hungry, a taste from you would only make me desire everything." He warned."P-please… let me go," Gretel pleaded.This other Michael loathed her, it's nothing new. He had tried several ways to have her killed. And here he is with her, alone.He was brutal."That's too late, Gretella. I gave you chances to leave, but you didn't. You created me, Gretella, trying to bring a person from the dead succeeds with consequences, and I'm a
Gretel shifted backward, her eyes prowled everywhere except Michael. At first, she had hoped her girls had arrived already, but now she didn't. Michael hates to leave evidence behind.She was currently laying on her bed with a blanket over her, her illness had intensified causing her to lose her stamina. Her head would have slammed to the hard floor if Michael hadn't caught her in time."Don't stand up till the morning, don't die when I'm not here. That's my job." Gretel said nothing. She just wanted him to leave. "I didn't know you had that many enemies, you were a decent girl the last time I saw you, decades ago.""They got what they deserved," Gretel said."I bet they didn't. You've created a name for yourself, you know; The She-devil. I'll like to see you in action." He dampened his upper lip.As he said that, a loud blast sounded through the church."Shit!" Gretel groaned. "Those trash are here," She clenched her hand on her bed and hoisted her body."Who are they?" Michael asked
"Shit! They are here," Gretel shoved Michael to the side, to hide him. She quickly tugged him towards her and stationed herself before him. She watched from the tiny hole as the men from Bel-Monks entered the church. They were all armed.Michael wasn't even thinking about the mess going on as he wrapped his arms around Gretel's waist, startling her in the process."What are you doing?" She asked in a hushed voice and tried to get his arms off her, but he only tightened them.He shifted his lips to her ear, halting her. "Stay quiet, don't move," He whispered huskily.Gretel noticed the changes in his lower part. No, this can't be happening. "W-what are you doing?" She whispered, shutteredly. She moved away from him slowly, but he pulled her back to him. Moaning in the process."I'm doing nothing, Gretella, you're doing something, so stop it." He warned."But I'm not," She denied and moved her butt on his crotch, making a sound out of him."Gretella, stop!" He moaned into her ears. "Don
Thunder strikes as rain drizzles. A girl was on the ground, passed out. She felt a pat on her back and she slowly became conscious. She lifted her head and glanced around, searching for what patted her."Rise, it's about to launch. You don't want to skip the first part," A voice said."It's only unwrapped once in a century, don't forfeit such an opportunity," Another voice said.Alexandra couldn't see the people speaking, they were voices of girls, girls with similar voices to hers."I don't understand…" She tried to say. But was cut off."Look deep, not the physical but with your mind, and you'll see us,"Alexandra ignored the voices and tried to remember how she got there. The last thing she remembered was opening the Ginnak book of spells. And then… Nothing."Where is this place?" She asked subconsciously. The place was dark and void."This is the Ginnak Academy. A place you'll find all the Ginnak's ever existed and yet to exist. And you're the last Ginnak, hopefully,"It was frust
The ride wasn't as smooth as Anne had reckoned it would be, not when a strange man kept glancing her way. That gave her the creeps. But thankfully, her mind wandered back to her father. Her heart bleeds for the pain he might be going through.As they trotted past a little inn, the carriage suddenly came to a halt, causing her to haul from her position unto the man before her. And he quickly held her tight with his hands to steady her.That was embarrassing."I'm sorry, Young Miss. I discovered the inn quite late, and I thought he should stay here tonight. Any further from here signifies he's coming with us,"Anne had completely forgotten she had to drop the man somewhere. "Yeah right, I almost forgot,"The coachman gave a small bag of coins to the man, he knew it would be more than enough for a week's stay at the inn."Wait," The man blurted before the carriage could move. He glanced at Anne and asked. "What's your name,""Anne," She replied right away."I'm Dominus, thanks." After he
They arrived back at the inn, her father had given in to her. But with a condition that, she lingers inside the carriage.That would be hard to obey, although she said yes.She gawked as her father and other men penetrated the inn, she doubted if the animal was there.After a few minutes that seemed like hours, she became restless. She knew the coachman was there to keep watch on her. And she knows just how to do the trick.She slid down the carriage and walked over to the coachman, she made sure to clutch her stomach as she stepped towards him."I need to pee," Saying this, she ran into a secluded place. She knew he wouldn't follow her, some rules just fell in her favor.She hid as she stepped to the back of the inn, she just wished to see her father. To make sure he was alright.As she get closer to them unknowingly, she heard them say,"This isn't done by an animal. An animal can't erase its footprints, and an animal will thrust its claws in other parts of the body and not just the