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THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 106: IN THE DARK TURN.
“What have you come up with? I've got nothing for now but I'm not worried.” Khalodi said taking a sip from his cup.“Is this a joke? Is this a prank? You called us here and you've got nothing?” Gray snapped“I called you out here so that we could share ideas and come up with something solid, that doesn't seem as a joke.” Khalodi hit back.“This is all bullshit, the young boy who sees himself as the smartest has no cognitive ideas but brings drinks to celebrate our sharing of ideas, if this is not a hoax, then we're the stupid ones who came!” Gray said angrily, hitting the table, his tumbler turning over.“Let's stop the fighting, we're bigger than this,” Kaminski protested.“ Now if you're done, sit down let's discuss as old wise men that we claim to be.” Khalodi said shifting from the spilled wine .Gray fumed, Kaminski signalled him to take it easy. He was a young lady and had his own ways of doing his things. It might be disrespectful but he was the smartest in the room and no doub
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 107: THE REINCARNATION RITUAL, A BATTLE AGAINST EXTINCTION
There was joy whenever they could feel the blood of the twins closeby. Far down the pinnacle, they assembled together empowering themselves. Their return will connote massive destruction and to take back what belonged to them, power. The history of the witches goes way back and in every twenty families, there was one witch. Their dominance in the affairs of the outside world was prominent because they were fierce in battle. They defeated the werewolves and then the vampires. Their longest battle was with the hybrids- werewolf and vampires in one body. The fiercest of them all, Roosevelt, she never backed down. The oldest living witch whose power no man could contend. She occasionally dwelt in the body of witches, those who needed her help to demystify unresolved puzzles. Her ghost was everlasting, her body containers only died but she lived eternally. Isabella was only the third victim, and there was definitely going to be a fourth if the war was going to be won.In the enchanting re
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 108: Walls Apart
The other witches joined in, their voices blending together in a haunting, mesmerizing melody that seemed to reverberate through the very fabric of reality. With each passing moment, the energy in the clearing grew more palpable, a tangible force that seemed to caress their skin and fill their lungs with a sense of profound connectionSuddenly, Andinille opened her eyes, her gaze piercing and intense. She moved with a fluid grace, her cloak swirling around her as she approached the central altar, where a large, iron cauldron sat, its contents bubbling and steaming.One by one, the witches stepped forward, each adding their own unique contribution to the brew. Crushed herbs, shimmering crystals, and even a few drops of their own blood, offered as a sacred sacrifice. The mixture swirled and churned, emitting a faint, ethereal glow that cast dancing shadows across the faces of the gathered practitioners.Some sprinkled fragrant herbs into the central cauldron, while others danced in a m
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 109: THE EXECUTIONER, NOW THE EXECUTED
In the dimly lit chamber of Khalodi, the night’s executioner, the flickering torches cast dancing shadows on the stone walls, creating an eerie atmosphere befitting of the clandestine plot unfolding within. Khalodi, a man of imposing stature with eyes as sharp as the blades he wielded, paced with restless energy, his mind consumed by the intricate details of the plan he had meticulously crafted.Beside him stood Rafi, his loyal messenger and representative, his features masked in an inscrutable expression. Despite the weight of their impending actions, Rafi exuded an air of quiet confidence, a testament to his unwavering loyalty to Khalodi.With each passing moment, the tension in the chamber grew palpable, like a taut bowstring on the verge of snapping. Khalodi's thoughts raced as he replayed the steps of their scheme in his mind, ensuring that every detail had been accounted for. Their plan was bold and perilous, yet Khalodi knew that the prize at stake was worth the risk.It was s
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 110: LOOMING BATTLES
Rafi was to meet her at the king's chambers and coordinate the exchange. In his hands were two baby boys given birth to four nights ago, Caitlyn he'd one while he held another. He nearly bumped into them, he gave Caitlyn the other child and put them in a secluded room. He had to get rid of the guard by any means or it would be dismal. He arrived just at the nick of time.“She's not an indigene of this community and has no reason to be present for the execution of Marx.” Rafi intervened.The guard sneered at Rafi and ignored his remark.“ Meanwhile General Khalodi sent a message through me to you.” Rafi said with his hands behind his back“What's the message?” He asked.“It's for giant's consumption, we don't want non-indigenes hearing about it” Rafi said beckoning on him to come with his left hand.Cassandra saw the knife at his back and she shrieked. He looked at her and nodded while he was edging closer. The guard got within Rafi's reach and bent to hear the message but instead a s
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 111: THE END OF THE WITCHES’ DAYS
*********In the center of the Enchanted Forest, Andinille, the matriarch of the coven, gathered her closest sisters and members of the upper echelon, and the air was heavy with the aroma of old magic. The deep sense of foreboding scarred her worn face as she realized it was time to hand over the leadership responsibilities to the new generation."My sisters," she said, her voice heavy with wisdom from decades of leading the coven, "the world outside our sanctuary becomes more dangerous by the day." A fresh danger has surfaced, one that aims to eradicate the core of our species."Gethsemane, the chosen heir of Andinille, listened carefully, reflecting the flashing, her eyes reflecting the flickering flames of the ritual fire. The young witch's heart raced with a mixture of trepidation and determination, for she knew the responsibility that now rested upon her shoulders."Vampires," Andinille continued, her tone laced with a palpable dread. "These creatures of the night have set their
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 112: SURVIVORS LIVE TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY
Andinille had died in battle and they weren't much left of the witches’ coven. If they were those that survived, they were mostly the lowest and junior witches. Roosevelt could not dwell in a dead host and so she returned to the oak tree. Since her spectre had been resurrected, she had the liberty to roam around freely in search of a worthy host and until she found such, there would be unrest.Roosevelt was not aware of the presence of Gethsemane. She turned to her brother who was in the library going through their mother's old books, in search of something she couldn't seem to decipher.“What are you doing in mom's library?” Roosevelt asked“Oh! You're back! No more body containers?” He smiled malevolently.“I was summoned, was that my fault?” Roosevelt asked angrily.“There lies the fallacy in your reasoning, it was a harmless question. Just needed a reply and I can infer from your countenance, I have got my answer.” He said, chuckling.“You’re just jealous, that's all there is,” Roo
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 113: THE WAR OF THE WITCHES AND HYBRIDS
The atmosphere was occupied with the stench of charred flesh and the acrid scent of scorched earth as the battle raged on. Streaks of lightning crackled through the sky, illuminating the chaos below as the witches and hybrids clashed in a desperate struggle for supremacy. Roosevelt, stood at the forefront of the witches' defense, her hands glowing with the raw energy of ancient magic. Across the battlefield, the hybrids – a terrifying amalgamation of witches and vampires – surged forward, their thirst for power and domination fueling their relentless assault.The clash of spells and the snarls of the hybrid creatures echoed through the night, a symphony of destruction that threatened to consume them all. Roosevelt's eyes narrowed with determination as she unleashed a torrent of arcane power, her magic lashing out like whips of pure energy.But the hybrids were cunning and resilient, their combined strengths making them a formidable foe. One by one, the witches fell, their lifeless bo
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