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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
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 114:PARASITES ALWAYS FIND THEIR HOST
With Isabella's death, Roosevelt needed a new body edifice to possess and continue with the mantra of the coven, sheer dominance. She was in need of a willing host but it could be difficult now with the war looming over the land of giants. They saw all, they knew all, the spirit realm controlled the physical, so they said. After Isabella died during childbirth, she had been roaming the pinnacle and beyond in search for a host, but who was willing to accommodate a witch and agree to a merger between his/her spirit and a devil’s incarnate. The answer was subjective, people did things for many reasons and revenge was a strong reason to make one think of the unthinkable.Aliyah stared across the broken desk. “How could they do such thing early in the morning and go scot-free?” She queried, her voice rising in surprise. She still couldn't fathom it, amazement was an understatement to what she felt. And no one could say anything concerning this because they paid obeisance to him as part of
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 115: ESCAPE IN A CARRIAGE
The carriage sped through the street of the land of the Giants raising dust as it passed by. As they raced down the hill and onto the Stony beach, the driver was acutely aware that the twins were behind. With each gallop, they cried even louder attracting the attention of passersby. Sensuous chills coursed through Caitlyn's body. Terrible memories of what Khalodi and Rafi said usually happened to women caught in the castle by the wrong hands flashed through and her nerve endings crackled. The feeling caused her pulse to race.She could feel the warm breath of the twins. Her fingers dug into the ribs as she picked one of the twins and petted him. In no time, they were supposed to be in the encampment of Zamorah. “How much longer?” Caitlyn asked“Not much longer, less than thirty minutes,” he answered.A swarm of menacing gray clouds appeared overhead and with them renewed gusts of wind across the lands. Time was moving so slowly but it wasn't time she was supposed to be looking out fo
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 116:INSTINCT AT WORK
Rafi didn't know how to break the news to him, he was in chains about to be executed. What could he possibly do right now? Nothing he guessed! He was confused about the turnaround of events, just moments ago, he was holding the blade and now the blade hung over his head.“Where's Marx? He was in the prison, where have you hid him?” Khal Duraho roared in anger.“I don't know where he is, you can ask General Gray about his whereabouts, he was the last to see him.” Khalodi said flatly.Khal Duraho turned his gaze to General Gray, expecting an answer but since he delayed, he walked to him with the shiny sword.“My king, I don't know what he's talking about, I've not seen Marx since he was imprisoned.” Gray blurted“He was last seen with Marx before his flight, my king.” Kaminski added.“So that means you knew that Marx wasn't the one to be executed but you let this innocent man out to be decapitated and wanted us to believe we had executed Marx, right?” Khal Duraho asked“No, not that my
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 117: EVIL SEEKS WHOM TO DEVOUR
The moon hung low in the midnight sky, casting eerie shadows across the well furnished chamber of the king. The air was thick with tension as Khal Duraho stood outside his glorious castle, his heart pounding like a war drum in his chest. His hands clenched into fists, trembling with rage and anguish. Just hours ago, his world was in the best shape ever. In his mind, Marx was still in prison, Lateefah was taking treatment and the twins were in his possession but now it had been shattered by a doctor and her group. He was going to get to the bottom of that.Khal Duraho was pale, the shock of the disappearance of the twins made him quiet. He checked the twins severally and they were not the ones he carried in his arms in Southeros. Killing the doctor wouldn't suffice, something more would satisfy him. He wanted to torture her in a way that she would beg for her life and that of her ancestors. He was so angry that he couldn't express it. He wanted to dissipate her energy and those she wor
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 118: FANTASIES AND REALITIES
Caitlyn quickly turned her gaze back to her wineglass. She could feel flames of fire burn in her cheeks. Her hands were shaking with such intensity that she could barely lift her glass to her lips.“Something wrong?” The man in mask inquired with an innocent air.“No. Nothing,” she replied sharply. Caitlyn didn't like the beat that raced through her insides. She didn't like the way she was imagining her companion doing the same things to her. She wondered what it would be like to have him touch her breast. She didn't dare let herself of his lips on her. “ Where else do you want to take me tonight?”“Oh, I'm sorry you don't like this place. But this is how the lowly born revel.”“Lowly born?”“The giant workaholics, those who work for the rich, rather, you would prefer something more gentle?”She lifted her eyes to him. “ Proper. Yes I would like a more proper setting.”“Of course.” He rose and took her hand.Caitlyn nearly raced out of the building and into the carriage. In less than
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 119: COINCIDENCE, NOT PLANNED.
**************“She killed him?”“Tell him where you saw the body, Rafi”“I saw the body hidden in the last room at the end of the corridor just before your chambers, my king.”“My king, I know you're surprised but you should remember she's a doctor and she knows the right place to attack which would weaken a vibrant sturdy young man like him.”Khal Duraho paced angrily around his room, his breath was heard even from outside the room. Anytime he wanted strangling her with his bare hands, Khalodi stepped in and he mellowed down a bit.“A woman kills my servant, she can never go scot-free.”“My king, that's true but I don't want us to make mistakes, let's just interrogate her and when we get what we want, we execute her and get the twins.”Khal Duraho finally sat on his bed. He took his golden cup on the locker beside his bed and poured in a drink and gulped in, trying to relax his nerves. Wine made him calm a lot, many people didn't know.“Who do you work for? Who sent you here?” Khal
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