Prologue~The moonlight shines unto the earth, creating a serene ambiance in the silent night. The trees in the woods and meadow's path gently sway from the breeze.An Argentavis flies towards the woods on the mountain, her wings spread wide in a carefree manner. She chirps loud enough to wake the creatures of the night. She rests on the broad shoulders of a man, His shadow reflecting under the moonlight.He turns around to face the celestial beings, standing in a prone line with their eyes focus on him restless. The man raises his finger to stroke the bird's head. His touch relaxes her. "Your Honour," a calm voice calls for his attention. His gaze meets with that of another, curiosity and anxiety dancing in the eyes of the latter."The moon is so bright tonight," he begins as he glances up at the moon while crossing his arms behind his back."Brighter than usual. If only it would eradicate the evil manifesting within the paranormal world," the eldest of the celestial beings says, h
She feels the being encircling her, whenever she feels the presence of someone behind her; She snaps her head to the side direction of the intruder but sees nothing but space. This continues to go on for some minutes. She walks towards the bloody mirror in the center of her crypt. Her face drives any expression. she raises her lips in a smug smile, her eyes darkening. Her forehead pleats revealing six lines. She grabs the red ruby ring below the mirror and places it on her right thumb, rubbing it gently. As evil smiles cast on her lips. A snaking wind breeze hit her cottage and caused huge destruction. She slowly turns her head around to see a man covered up in red, with a silver mask placed on his face standing in front of her full of vigor. Her eyes flicker in vigilance seeing the man standing there not saying a word. Strange aura emitting from him."It's you!" she says, in a trembling voice, her ring finger pointing at the man. The man's eyes stare intently at her devoid of any
Marcus arrives back at his chambers, his face full of anger. The whole veins in his body popped up. His blood boiling in rage as he shoves down everything in his room, annihilating them. Grunting and yelling out like a madman.His Vampire's eyes kept blazing with killing intent. His brownish hair sprouts all over his shoulder in disarray.Zambo rushes into his chambers on hearing the crashing sound coming from inside.Just outside of the chambers he witnessed the madness that went throughout the hallway. Including the wounded servants. Yet… he was yet again rendered speechless seeing the condition the chambers were in. The whole place is unrecognizable. He releases the breathing that he has been holding for a long time and swallows hard. His eyes fall on the broken items on the floor till it stops on Marcus who was standing with his back facing him with his two hands placed on the wall in front of him while breathing heavily. He could feel the cold aura coming from him. Touching him
Amanda arrives at the wolves' border at dawn, using her space shift. Her eyes scan the whole place before proceeding to move. The wolf's border was built with high walls surrounding its niches, adding a threshold between holding the walls together. The atmosphere looks so calm with the chirping sound of birds evident.She starts to walk towards the threshold full of vigor. Her black attire matched her countenance. She had her raven hair tied up in a long ponytail, making her forehead visible.Her boots kept creating deep holes in the snow, as she walked towards the threshold.She suddenly stopped on her track and spun around with agility and caught the arrow flying towards her direction with speed with her right hand. She stares at the arrow in her hand and smirks, noting the poison applied to its head. "Who goes there?" A harsh voice thundered from the hidden space. She darts her eyes around the border in search of the owner of the voice. "I got a message for your king, from his L
Mergus was standing on top of the hills overseeing the atmosphere within the city of Louisiana. His red cape fluttered behind him. He's putting on a white coat with a white turtle shirt underneath it together with white pants and shiny black shoes. He felt unconcerned about the cold weather as he stands tall full of vigor. His silver hair conforms with the snow dropping from the night sky. His pointed ears twitch at every sound he picks.The air suddenly twirls behind him in rapid motion causing his silver hair to sway about. He gazes at the city unperturbed with his arms folded behind his back.A figure of a woman materializes from the pivoting air behind him and walks up to him."Amanda, reports to his Lordship." the figure said, bowing her head with her folded fist placed on her chest. "Go on Ama....." He said acknowledging her. His magnetic soft voice blended with the night. "Milord, a trace of a stellar magic was seen in the outskirts of the City Of Louisiana," Amanda reported
Edward sized the man up with his raised brows. The Man who claimed to be among the Saints guarding the Mystic World had a long staff in one hand. The top of the staff was shaped like a round orb. His raven hair was trimmed neatly and sleek backward at his back. He had a tiny crown golden in color placed around his raven hair. His large robe covers the floor where he stands.Edward gave him a consequential look, squinting his eyes."Why did you obstruct my journey, Mr. Saint?" He roared, producing an icy smoke from his mouth. His ice-blue eyes glared daggers at the Saint."Prince Edward, I came to pay my respect to the future king of the –Mystic World"The Saint divulged fearlessly.Edward Furrows his eyebrows at him. "What, Nonsense, Are you spouting?" Edward implored, his anger rearing up. The Guardian Saint raises the edge of his lips into a slight smile. He took a slow step in front of Edward and raised the strange staff in his hand into the air. He waves the strange staff about
Edward sized the man up with his raised brows. The Man who claimed to be among the Saints guarding the Mystic World had a long staff in one hand. The top of the staff was shaped like a round orb. His raven hair was trimmed neatly and sleek backward at his back. He had a tiny crown golden in color placed around his raven hair. His large robe covers the floor where he stands.Edward gave him a consequential look, squinting his eyes."Why did you obstruct my journey, Mr. Saint?" He roared, producing an icy smoke from his mouth. His ice-blue eyes glared daggers at the Saint."Prince Edward, I came to pay my respect to the future king of the –Mystic World"The Saint divulged fearlessly.Edward Furrows his eyebrows at him. "What, Nonsense, Are you spouting?" Edward implored, his anger rearing up. The Guardian Saint raises the edge of his lips into a slight smile. He took a slow step in front of Edward and raised the strange staff in his hand into the air. He waves the strange staff about
City of Louisiana~A white cart adorned with drawings of flying Phoenix slowly enters a busy town. The coachman pedal gradually along the town.A slender hand of a woman gently shifts the curtain blocking the cart window. She smiles lovely at the scenes in front of her."The city of Louisiana is exceptionally beautiful," she confessed with a lovely voice. She glanced back at the man sitting beside her on the top of a seat made of soft fur, smiling warmly at her.The Man held her left palm gently and rubbed the back of her palm warmly, his ice-blue eyes shining full of warmth."I know, you will love it here Melissa," he said in his deep and seductive voice while rubbing his big palm on her small ones.Melissa produces a wide smile revealing her white teeth. She leans her body into the arms of the Man who caresses her shoulder gently.Melissa gently rubs her stomach with her palm smiling lovingly. "Our child will love it here as well." The Man tickles her gently which impels her to laug
Basic information~In the mystic world, only the powerful are eligible to rule. The vulnerable are faced under the surface of the earth. If you are fickle-minded enough, That's your destruction. Their world is laced with strange powers and mysteries.The mystic world is divided into six consecutive parts. Amidst the six paranormal, The strongest rules. The arcane of vampires, The esoteric werewolves, The cabalistic of immortals and warlocks, The recondite of diviners, and humans.Humans are the weakest of them all. They may be skilled in martial arts and cultivation but they are more complicated beings.For power and greed, They sold themselves to the most powerful beings in the paranormal world.The werewolves and vampires are two entities that can never cross paths with peace. They are like day and night. They work together when needed, They both struggles for power and dominance.The werewolves are known for their overbearing personalities, while the vampires are dubious and sly.
Mergus held his forehead with his right palm, laughing his guts out. Trickles of tears kept dripping down from the left corners of his eyes. The atmosphere filled with the echoes of his laughter. He was sitting with his legs crossed on the top of his white bed with the shape of an orbit contour.Luke cocked his brows at his master's strange attitude towards his report. He sighs and rubs the left side of his eyes, his head going eccentric watching his master's extreme laugh.Mergus pauses his laughter and clears his throat. He glanced up at Luke who was still standing in front of him with a complex look on his face. Mergus smirks and starts."You mean, Marcus gave such others, impersonating me? " he said, furrowing his brows together. "Yes, Milord," Luke affirmed, nodding his head.Mergus smirks, shucking his head slightly, He raises his hands and stretches his strained neck and back. He gets down from his sitting position, stands up from the bed, and walks towards the center table in