The crescent moon hung high above, barely shedding light onto the chilling damp night.A figure under scarlet cloak emerged from behind an alley and stopped before a building squatted between other normalcy.A snort erupted from the figure under the cloak- the person living inside is not normal at all.Adrian careened into the duplex. His red eyes scanned every corner from under his scarlet cloak and hoodie.He got into the living room and stopped. It was dark but he could see clearly. The red rug under his boots threatened to swallow his feets but he's not shaken in any way."I know you're in there. It would be better if you come out to me." Adrian said, with a growl."What do you want again?"Adrian turned to the door leading to other rooms in the house. Behold, a man with a sinister staff emerged.The staff had a snake head on the top and it released a sinister aura.It was the wizard of the Casal coven.The wizard continued. "I don't want the coven and the administrators knowing t
.. 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
Flashback... 900 years ago..Akotal could be seen pacing around. The anger and rage exuding his body made the place seem like there are no other existences in the dark cavernous hall.But there's.Dozen vampires are in the hall with him, including the legendary hunter, Aro."Lord Akotal," a vampire bowed before him."Have you found the healer?" A growl from Akotal followed.The vampire trembled. "I- he's comi-"The vampire was interrupted when his head flew into the air. His headless body dropped on the ground, watched by the wide, trembling eyes of the other vampires in the hall."Lord Akotal," Aro called, calmly. "I think you should calm down, the healer is already here."In a flash, Akotal appeared before Aro. "You shouldn't be saying this Aro. Look at my face." He pointed at his face, Aro gazed at it. It's burnt and his features are mashed into one another. "A second delay and this is permanent."The burns on his face were caused by a flame of a foe. A foe he was hell bent on des
***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
****Dr Richardson's house.Christa continued scribbling down what one could consider nonsense in her diary. And she looked so engrossed in it. So deep into it.A knock came on the door. It's her father. But she wouldn't hear.She's on her seat, facing her study table on which she scribbled on a book. Her head bent into the book as she wrote down jargons.It got to a point when she stopped. She slung her head backwards on the chair and went deep within her thoughts, which presently is completely unsettled.She opened her eyes and all of the sudden, she's in the middle of a large forest of walnut trees.Her face flashed around in confusion. She began wandering the forest in search of a way out. Her eyes scanned every single thing in sight.Just as she went, she heard a rustle and she scurried to hid behind a large bending walnut.She was wondering what it was, when some figures came into view. They were all clad in black cloaks and their heads were hidden under dark hoods.There was on
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
Lanes Street."Hey, Christa." Mr Richardson poked his head into Christa's room. "you're still up. You okay?" His eyes went up to the wall clock. It read '2:00'He gave an exhalation that reflected how troubled he is and slipped into the room, tightly closing the door behind him.Christa didn't even lift her head to look at him as he approached her and sat beside her on her bed."What's bothering you?" Dr Richardson asked."Nothing dad. I just, I just feel like staying awake," Christa replied.Dr Richardson stared at her for a while, his mind ruminating a lot of things. Then he sighed. "The recent days haven't been your best, Christa. And I think you should rest."Christa turned her head to him, his eyes showing a complex emotion. Her steel blue eyes gazed at her father's black as night one, then she looked up to her father's black hair, unlike her Auburn.Dr Richardson frowned wondering what she could be thinking as he stared back at her. But she looked away from his eyes.Dr Richards
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