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
The Oasis. The Oasis is a realm between life and death. In it, time is infinite. In it, death is either delayed or quickened. In it, damnation springs before swallowing up the victim. And in it, much less than often, salvation is offered. That is a given, because most persons who go there often come out cold dead in real world. In the Oasis, choices are given. You choose your path, either destruction or salvation. Kylian's roar, tinged with pain, resonated around the seemingly endless space. He felt like his world is diminishing, he felt like he's going to die and there's no stopping it. The pressure was just too much. The grip of death was so tight that he doubted even a god could break free from such a grip. "You're here." Kylian lifted his head weakly. He couldn't see anything. His vision was blurry, even his entire existence feels blurry, right now. He's fading away and it's fast. "The last one, turned by the Son Of Dracula himself." "Who are you?" Kylian strained. "I'm
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
Caius lowered his dark hood and his black eyes gazed at Heald as he asked. "How are you, now, Heald?"Then it occurred to Heald. Caius was the one who gave his blood that made his healing system powerful enough to heal from a partially destroyed heart.Caius is a five hundred years old born vampire, and is naturally stronger than a turned Vampire. Thus, his blood, which is stronger in terms of purity, could enhance the durability of a turned vampire's system.A half crushed heart should've been a dead end for Heald, he shouldn't be able to make it. He should be dead by now. But Caius' blood helped him survive it."I am, well, now. Thanks, leader.""Don't thank me yet." Caius stopped before Heald. The disturbed look in his eyes told Heald something is wrong.Caius moved closer to Heald as the latter retreated from the door."Adrian went after Kylian. The human lady Kylian said is his mate was the human mate Adrian found years ago. He's going to kill Kylian to have her. I need you to st
. Christa's house.John choked on his own blood as Bren lifted him with the silver blade still stuck in his spine.Mac's eyes widened in shock and disbelief as he saw this, he was dumbstruck and couldn't even move."Why?!" John spurted out blood."We can't let you bring us against a Primordial vampire because of an insane girl." Bren shook his head, then his lips curled as he said, "besides, I've been wanting to have an alpha title to himself ever since I was a boy. Saw this as my chance and I took it."John gasped and was about to speak again but Bren ended him with a slash to the throat.Bren flung his limp body away then faced Mac, who was still freaking out at Bren's betrayal. Heavy hairs sprouted on his chest and he bared his fangs at Mac. "I'm the alpha now, and you have to obey me." Bren's eyes turned deep red, and his aura changed tremendously.Mac found himself bowing to Bren, involuntarily. The force was so strong that he couldn't restrain himself from submitting to the alph
Kylian charged at Hellsong with insane speed, collided with the Mutilator in the process sending him unconscious, and slammed Hellsong against the wall. The wall shook very hard from the force.Kylian parted his lips showing his fangs and his eyes shone with pure rage as he growled. "You slapped her?!" His claws pierced Hellsong's neck as he muttered the rest, "You're so dead."Hellsong smiled, clearly not shaken at all by Kylian's wildness. His eyes lit up in a bright blue shade as he sneered. "Let's see what you've got."Kylian lifted his other hand, spread the claws and slashed downward at Hellsong's head. The latter's smile never wavered as he watched Kylian bring down his claws to his head.His bright blue eyes glinted and just a split second before Kylian's claws met his head, his body bursted out with hot blue flames.BANG!Kylian was sent flying across the living room. With a bang, he smashed through the half opened front door and crashed outside the house.Kylian growled and
Kylian crossed his two hands to shield his head from danger as the bees impacted him.BANG!He was sent flying in the air and brought to a halt by the wall, in a slam.His face contorted as he gazed at Adrian whose face was filled with hatred as he approached Kylian."What do you want, Adrian?" Kylian asked."Your life." Adrian stated simply as he quickened his steps.Like bees follow the queen bee, the large bees swooped at Kylian again, with a speed that shattered every resistance.Kylian sped from the spot and the next second, the wall there became history as dust and debris bursted outwards."Not now, Adrian, you really need to sto-" Kylian's paused as he gazed at the spot Hellsong was with Christa earlier.It's empty. Hellsong is gone, with Christa's unconscious body.Kylian's eyes blazed with anger as he turned Adrian. "You let him escape with her.""You're my priority, you're dieing before sunrise." Adrian clapped his hands together and hundreds of bees appeared from thin air.