.. Market Street..Neon lights that enunciated boards and signs glowed around. The space boomed and thrummed with life. Market Street always does.People going around, shopping for whatever they need. And on other hand, the other people, the supernaturals, lurking around, having their own time too, their existence unknown to the human.Despite that it's night time, the bright lights and neons glowing have so much light that it seemed as though it's day. But despite the illumination, the humans couldn't identify the supernatural beings that loomed among them.Sarai turned into a corner. Trudging through dark alleyways, shadows of stalls and structures, Sarai advanced further into the market.Trailing behind her was Kylian, on a magic chair.Sneaking her way through, she stopped by the edge of a building.The magic chair stopped behind her.She peeped out from the corner. She could see a closed stall among rows of opened shops, from where she hid. The iron door of the stall was sunk inw

***25 years ago."Sarai, where are you?" Sarai's mother, Katrina called as she searched around the house for her daughter.She peeped over the large refrigerator by the wall, but to her disappointment, Sarai isn't there as she always does. But the drawing papers on the ground gave Katrina the leads about where Sarai might be.Katrina sighed and walked around the refrigerator to the corner which is littered by the drawing sheets that she easily knew was her daughter's.She bent before it and picked the papers. On the papers were half drawn images. Like a tree that had one eye, but the tree isn't whole yet. Katrina exhaled sharply and grabbed the other papers. All she met was the same. A tree that had eyes, but the drawing isn't completed, just like the first ones.Katrina sprung to her feet and she strode to the stairs, ascending it in a race and then rushed to the extreme end of the upper corridor. She stopped by the door and hesitated for a second. However, she sighed and grabbed t

In the apartment opposite adjacent to Christa's house- John's residence.John the Wolf seethed with murderous intent as he gazed at Hellsong. Hellsong raised his hands in the air as he said, "don't give me that look, John. I'm here, alone.""What do you want?" John growled."Isn't it obvious?" Hellsong grinned, mischievously."You're not getting her." John replied."I bet your men wouldn't say that. Can't you see the girl is already joined with the skull spirit. She's seen things and is imagining things now. She's losing her mind and it's only a matter of time before she does something out of the question." Hellsong lifted his face thoughtfully as he reasoned, "come to think of it, if a person who had lost her mind like her is finally mated by a skull vampire. The result can be really interesting.""Regardless, I can't let you take her." John said with resolve."And as I said earlier, your fellow werewolves can't say the same thing." Hellsong turned from John and gazed around as he s

The MarcabaSarai sprung up from her sleep. Her eyes were heavy as it ran around the place. Confusion was all she felt.The place was like a house of roots, coiled and making up swirls and intertwines to form a shed. It felt cold and deadly, yet a sinister kind of positive energy reeked in the depth of the place. There was only one place that came into her mind.'Marcaba.' Her eyes gazed at the roots again. 'It must belong to the olive tree.' she thought.Even though it's somehow strange and unbelievable that such an olive tree that could have been easily ignored, has so many roots that it formed a shed beneath the tree, it's the truth.Awe. She was awestruck when she realized this. Then she clenched her fists. There must be something here."You must be okay by now." Her neck snapped to the direction the voice was coming from and was surprised to see a man that looked so young, almost like teenager, nineteen at most. But as she stared deeply at the young man, she knew at once what

Flashback..1677Patham town, Indian region.Asia.The sun descended to the west and casted down its orange rays.Goats bleated and shook their butts along as they loitered around. As the arid air blew, dust swirled and did the great job of coating every single structure and existence around, in a thick layer of dirt.Caius trudged across the dirt road that was lined on the sides by local shops. He was clothed in a red one piece, long sleeved mantua, a beaver hat was donned on his head and his feets, tucked in knee-length black boots, thumped the dust-thick road. His face was well shaved, leaving just a mustache that had the shape of a bowtie.His eyes, gazing from under the hat he wore, riddled through the dust, stirred up by the wind, the horses rushing past and the carriages skittering along the road, scrutinizing wares and goods displayed in shops.He had come to a nearby city for a meeting with a person of high profile and had decided to branch in this town to get something. Some