A OWL HOOTED in the distance. The moon was full and bright casting a ghostly pale blue light everywhere. Throwing places in dark utmost shadows. The whole area was quiet and still. Or so it seemed. The cemetery was especially creepy tonight. This was because the temple at the south wall was a bee hive of activities. The grand magus of the witchcraft society would be coming during the week and teh head witch was making sure everything was in accordance to his taste. The taste which had not changed since the last 300 years since he became grand magus. The Witchcraft society was the strictest amongst the other species and creatures. After being tapped in their young age, each young witch and wizard undergoes series of hard training and lessons before they are graduated and initiated into the witchcraft society.Often argued as being the powerhouse of magic and main controllers of magic, the witchcraft society solely thrived on sacrifices and potions. They took their magic more
Being a natural born pure blooded witch from a strong bloodline is not as easy as it sounds. Allison can tell you all about that. About how hard it is. About how disturbing it is when people look at you and immediately think that you should be a powerful witch. She got introduced to magic as soon as she was born, being that both of her parents were witch and wizard. It was nothing new. But her parents had wanted her to live a normal life. A life without the weight of their bloodline pulling down the child. So they sent her to a human preschool, elementary, middle and high school. That was the plan though. Her mother died a few years later when Allison was 6. Some kind of cancer. Maybe cancer of the colon or something. Nobody was sure. She was left with her father who was almost like her best friend. He had insured her education through the middle and high school. He always made out time for her. Reading. Playing. Practicing magic which was normally forbidden at her age. She
I watched calmly as the ginger colour haired girl took a deep breath and then heaved herself up. She took one glance at me. I stuck out my right hand, "Jason Beckham." She took a look at my outstretched hand and snorted, refusing to take it. Then she said, "I do not know what were talking about, Mr… Beckham. I certainly do not know about any cuffs or magic or werewolves or Vampires." She stood up shakily on her legs, packed her things and walked wobbly out of the door. She was lying!I knew she was lying. She knew she was lying. She knew that I knew she was lying!What could she possibly be hiding from? And what did she do to warrant cuffing? Only one way to find out. I walked out of the half opened door she had left behind and sauntered to professor Gilbert of History and Anthropology's office. I had never been to his office before. I stood outside the door and could feel the cold strong draft of the air conditioner from within the office. Boldly written on gold letters was
THE NIGHT WAS still young. Relatively, it was.It was just 10pm and night life was just awakening. Traffic was thick. The alleys were dark and suspicious activities were going on. Neon lights flashed on the broad street as night clubs, bars and casinos opened to business. Loud music could be heard booming their bass sounds from the outside. The biggest casino on Broadway Street, London was no exception. This casino boasted the most successful enterprise in the street, big businessmen came here to waste their money or to host an informal meeting. Either way, money no lesser than 2.5 million dollars exchanged hands every night per person. Roland Biggs, a big business. The C.E.O of biggs tech, a very successful company in London that dealt with the manufacturing weapons and advanced body armor. They were about to progress into nuclear weapons that was the main reason he was in the casino.Standing at 6 feet 4, with blond sandy coloured hair and startling blue eyes and a charming s
Roland took the young lady, Rosetta’s hand and noticed how cold it was.She was probably feeling cold. The weather is quite chilly, he thought to himself. It would be up to him to drive away that cold in her tonight. He smiled at the prospect as she led him outside. "Did you drive here?" She turned to ask him. "Yes yes, but it does not matter." Roland said. "I will just call for the car later." "Ohh…in that case." She gestured to her car. "I'll drive."She led him to her car. A small silver corvette. With all the smooth curves and sexy whine of an engine sound. It looked feminine. Like what a lady like Rosetta would drive. He backed her to the car and captured her mouth with his. She arched her body to fit perfectly with his as she returned the kiss with gusto. He moaned as one of her hand went up his neck and another deftly found its way into his trouser fly and stroked his length gently. He forced his tongue into her mouth to assert his dominance as his dick jerked in resp
A thick mark of a whitish grainy substance was drawn on the stone floor. The room was dark but Rosetta and Sofia could see what they where doing. "Dried and ground wolfsbane." Sofia said, as she picked the grainy powder with her fingers and let it pour. "Walk in." She said, turning to a naked Roland. The mark was like that of a wide circle, with a smaller circle inside the big one. There were some strange markings in the space between the two circles. "Stand in the middle." Sofia's voice rang out, echoing in the darkness. Roland walked in obediently. Sofia moved closer to the circle of wolfsbane, brought out a small ivory curved knife and slit her wrist. Her blood dripped and soaked the powdered wolfsbane on the floor. She muttered something under her breath. The blood flowed down and ran round the outer circle, soaking it all round. She gestured with her other hand to Rosetta, who stood still in a dark corner, following everything that was going on with her eyes. She scuttle
"Oh my God!" Sofia cursed under her breath as she carefully side stepped the broken body of Grace, Arthur's mother. "What did he do?" She asked herself softly. "He did what you created him to do. Kill werewolves." Rosetta said, giving way to Roland as he walked into the room. He was all suited up and was adjusting the buttons on his wrist as Rosetta shifted his neck tie. "Don't we make a cute couple?" Rosetta asked Sofia, hooking her elbow through Roland's arm. Sofia scoffed as they both passed her and headed out the door. "We will not stay out late." Rosetta called out. "I'm not promising anything, though." They walked out and downstairs to the underground garage and to Rosetta’s silver Corvette that she had droven them in."Get in." She said. Roland folded himself into the passenger seat as Rosetta started the engine and pulled out of the garage. Roland seemed to wake out of a trance slowly. Like a fog or scale had covered his mind and was just being lifted. "What happened
"I can hear… everything." Roland said, twisting his neck and looking around. "Those men are betting on who would get to bang that waitress at the corner." He said, pointing discreetly at some men huddled at a table. "Those ones," he nodded in their direction with his head, "... they are-" Rosetta placed are cold hand on his, covering his hand with hers. "You would learn to block out some sounds. Buy for now, just ignore." He looked at her and they locked gazes. Then he nodded. She stood up. "Come. I have something to show you." She held out her hand. "What is that?" He asked, standing up too and taking her hand. "It is more like a theory I would like to test." She replied, leading him outside. They got into her car and they drove off. Her iPhone made a Ping! sound. An incoming message. She picked it and looked at it. "Sofia." She scoffed. "She finally learnt to operate an iPhone." "What does the message say?" Roland asked. "The apartment's compromised. Don't return." Rosetta