All Chapters of Tale of the Untamed: Descendants of the Half-bloods: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

The long-sleeved, black dress she wore dangled all the way to her ankles as she elegantly sat down the sofa. Her contemptuous ocean eyes interpolated with the color of the red sea, and her perfectly molded nose was just as pink as the cherry blossoms in spring. She might be beautifully described, but she looked like a disaster. For more than a week of pooling her eyes with raindrop tears, her eyes were nothing like the tranquil sea. She was more like a turbulent ocean with obscure and vicious tidal waves. Dark, violent, and resentful was she – Elise, the widowed witch.She stared blankly at the busy city streets of Verdana. Her swollen, red eyes glared distastefully at mortals on the other side of her glass window. She thought that mortals were much busier than the beings in the Immortal Realm. She observed that most mortals were distant from each other although they walk on the same ground. They seemed like they’re always looking for something extraordinary. She

Elise did not know a lot of werewolves and she was barely acquainted with other beings other than Gustavo, a few dwarves, and her own kind. One of those few werewolves she knew because of social status and popularity was standing in front of her – using an old door as support, wounded and was barely keeping his eyes open.“Save her,” Alpha Cliden pleaded. “Please. Save us.”“I’m sorry, you came to the wrong place,” Elise responded coldly. She was about to close the door when the alpha suddenly kneeled, his eyes tired and desperate as he looked at Elise with a begging expression. However, she was a stubborn witch and her heart was too broken to feel mercy and compassion. With a stone-cold glance, she ignored the alpha’s desperate plea. She tried to close the door for the second time, but she stopped on her tracks when the alpha moved aside.Elise’s eyes widen in surprise as the alpha revealed a wounded,

Th The sky was crowded with dark cottons of nimbus when Elise found herself being surrounded by the shadows of huge, tall trees all wet with the weeps of the heavy storm. It was as if the oceans had reached the mountains because everything, including Elise and the baby boy she was holding, were completely drenched in rain. Everything was dark and gloomy, like how Elise was feeling. Elise ran as fast as she could amid the crooked paths of the dark woods. It was like she was being chased by the lightning which broke her broom. The poor, little baby boy in her arms continued to cry along with the wrath of the sky. Elise could not make him stop crying either. She, too, was holding back her tears. It was an unfortunate scene. Both the mother and the child were orphans struggling to survive. The roads began to appear as Elise neared the end of the woods. Just as she was about to make her final step to freedom, a loud and helpless cry stopped her. She looked back. T

Elise hesitated to trust her kindness. She was afraid she was being fooled by a devil disguised in an angel’s halo and pair of wings. After all, devils were once angels trusted by the heavens before they flooded the earth with sinful desires. There wasn’t much of a difference between their attractive appearances. However, Elise had no time to ponder about which of the two the woman was. She had no choice but to accept her kindness in order to protect her babies.The white Porsche drove calmly amid the turbulent storm. Inside the fancy car were the woman whose name was Leticia Maximillan – a director of a nearby orphanage where they were driving to – the driver named Jose, and Elise with her two babies. The air conditioner dried up Elise and the babies who were sleeping soundly in her arms. The little angels had gone through a lot just to survive and live that even a peaceful slumber was too hard of a blessing for them.After a while of twists an