All Chapters of Aurelia:The Huntress: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Aurelia burned with hatred. Disgusted by his touch, she couldn't help but spit right in his face. Suddenly she made her anger and disgust clear. Orcus backed away and let go of her, but that didn't last long. After he had wiped off her legacy in a piqued manner, he paid her back in the same coin and hit her so hard that she saw stars and tears welled up in her eyes."You have to be good if you want to hear the story through to the end, Aurelia!" He admonished her, but didn't touch her again. He rose slowly to step through the pinned opponents. Aurelia lay dazed on her side, drops of moisture rolling down her cheek. The council members, like their team, appeared highly concentrated. They had all been excellent hunters and knew they had to be ready if there was the slightest chance of escape. Aurelia noticed that although she no longer had intuition, maybe the connection with this beast offered her a way to free the others. She had to pull herself together now, she couldn't fre

Orcus looked more than astonished, the hateful expression suddenly fell from his face and he abruptly let go of Aurelia. Even as she fell to the floor, she felt him trying to influence his son. He wheeled inside himself as if he were moving the furniture in a room until Dante's eyes were empty and dispassionate again. Whatever had made him refuse, Orcus had buried it again. Only a moment later, her counterpart stepped in front of her, looking down at her. Aurelia could hardly recognize him, he looked so withdrawn, and her heart went cold. Had she lost him? Had Orcus stolen the last parts of himself from him?“Go ahead, my son. It'll be done soon. ”Orcus encouraged and put his hand on Dante's shoulder, but shortly afterwards he took a step to the side. Got himself to safety, that poor worm. As if by remote control, the Elevender with the auburn hair raised his arm, he held a black stone.Oh no!Suddenly she was put into a déjà vu, the me

"Give me a light, dude!" Giggled Aron next to him in the passenger seat.Martin took a deep drag, then passed the butt on. A large sip of ice-cold beer washed away the sharp taste in the mouth perfectly. He sighed contentedly and sank deeper into the leather.Someone had lit a campfire in the setting sun, beer kegs had been brought up and now someone was yelling: "Turn up the volume, man!"He casually turned on the system of his car, a pimped up, matt black Mazda M3, his whole pride, a little more. Heavy rap rhythms emerged from the open doors of the car and filled the entire meadow in front of the bathing lake, where not only his car but also some of his classmates were parked.A few people had jumped up to the familiar song and danced exuberantly over the grass that had dried up from the summer heat. In time they stretched their arms to the cloudless sky or whirled through the mild evening air.A few meters further on, surrounded by some trees an

Cat turned off the vacuum cleaner, unrolled the cord, and set it up against the wall. Armed with a rag and polishing spray, she moved the nicely lacquered armrests of a hundred armchairs. Your practiced fingers applied the care product and worked it in gently with the cloth. She didn't like the smell, but every time she was amazed how the stuff changed from cloudy to clear through leisurely wiping and practically vanished into thin air. Like a spell that wasn't.Physically explainable, not an insoluble secret and she liked that even more. She regularly polished hundreds of armrests, dusted chandeliers and candle chandeliers, vacuumed endless square meters of red velvet carpet. Contrary to her initial expectations, she really enjoyed the job. And not just because it was actually the first one she'd kept for more than a few months.The steady work was comforting. The opera house, where she cleaned for nearly four years, hadn't changed much since then. It has stood indest

Cat froze.After she made no sound, there was another knock. Damn it, how did the troublemaker get into the stairwell?She crept towards the door and when she passed the kitchen counter, she grabbed a long knife from the pad. Even if she generally felt safe because of her curse, a sharp weapon had something for itself when strangers knocked on the door at night. Shit, she'd thought of it now. For the first time in a long time. She took that as a bad omen, but that didn't stop her from sliding silently in front of the front door and positioning her eye in front of the spy. Unfortunately, she could hardly see anything.Either it was dark in the hallway, or he or she was standing so close to the lens that they could only see dark hair or fabric. Either way, she wasn't comfortable with the whole thing. Friends would have registered or at least recognized themselves immediately if they had to pay her nightly visits.In slow motion she put the chain in the rail