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65. Whistling Witches.
"Oh, babe. This is my sister..." Paxson cuts Maddox saying, "Vlora Dasher, right?"
Vlora stood there impassively. She had no good to talk to the witch she has been fearing off her whole childhood.She wishes to snap her neck at this very moment."You are beautiful," Paxson complimented pleasantly."And you are wicked. Now that you have my brother, don't think you will adjust in our family. You can take my brother and rot in hell with him."Paxson chuckled hysterically. The wrinkles cane across on the corner of her lips when she laughed.Pidge was listening to them, eyeing her pathetic husband from the corner of her eyes."I knew you won't like me...back then you both were children. But right now, I am dating your brother..." Paxson winked at the she-wolf."Did anybody ever tell you that you are an obnoxious, pathetic and worthless little bitch?" Vlora blurted out.Maddox could only enjoy their conversation. He knew his sister was one ofRelated chapters
Dasher 66. I Am The Only Man.
It is a punishment to go out during the hot summer. The mercury is at its peak during the summer. Heat is unbearable even during the early hours of the day. As the mercury ascends, there is a temperature rise. All living beings find it difficult to bear the scorching heat. Life is very uncomfortable during this time. The early hour of the day is pleasant, particularly when the sun is about to appear. It is cool and calm. Cold wind blows. But with the rise of the sun, the mood of the day seems to be changing. Heat is felt during the hour. As the sun ascends, the plants also begin to feel the severity of the day. Their teases fall. They appear dull. Even the flowers which have bloomed soon lose their charm during the day hour. The period between dawn and sunlight present a lovely sight. The twilling scene is very beautiful. The calm and serene atmosphere, the cool and bracing climate and the refreshing breeze give a soothing effect. The chirping sound of the bird appears to be enchant
Dasher 67. His Blazing Witch.
"What else do you want me to do for you, Paxson?" Pesta asked in a nasal tone. "Paxson? Well, I thought you are going to call me..." "Okay, enough. I have to get back before someone notices me..."With that, Pesta turned to walk away leaving the child eater alone.Late in the dark forest, standing on the edge of the cliff, she slipped her feet and flew down.Letting out wicked shrieks, Paxson was flying in the air. The cold wind striking directly on her face. Her hair blowing away.Her last shriek echoed around the forest when Conrard was in his wolf form, his ears rose to a sudden shriek.Vlora, Debrah and Weston had left to talk to a monk...Vlora left her daughter in Dasherwood with Leticia. Pidge might be back soon plus her father was here to look after her.She had to solve this matter. Finish Paxson once and for all so that her brother would be released.Crystal was whining about her mother leaving her for a road trip and her
Dasher 68. Angel Eyes.
"Come on, sister. Sit in the car, right this moment."Maddox gestured them to sit in the car. All three of them got seated and he asked the monk to pull over.Maddox kept his car behind them and when they reached go Vegas again, he changed his direction.Maddox Dasher went to the beach to check up on his yacht company. These days have been so busy for him. He was divided between two different worlds. He never knew marrying a human could bring him to face this kind of bothering things. But in the end, what matters him the most is his wife and the child which is yet to born. This story of Paxson is taking way too long. There might be a way to get rid of her...he can't just say it to her directly.When in anger Paxson gets the most vicious witch. He can't bear to get her violence out on his child. She will go after him, that he was sure of. The enclosed beach is silent, the bright ball blinds him as it emerges, it rises like a yellow lollipop on the dist
Dasher 69. The Last Full Moon.
It was midnight when Leticia was in the basement, the room was dark, the candles all around the corners.In middle, the small squared shape deep dish in black and flames burning on it. Her eyes were closed and she was murmuring continuously, the chanting began and it resumed for a while. After spending some time alone and chanting, she noticed that the poison was just to kill an alpha. It was poisonous only to werewolves. But the amount of wolf blood present in Lady Dasher's body is making her asleep.The knife was being soaked in plain water and she saw the green bubbles releasing from it making the whole water filled with green thickness.Making a disgusting face she took the knife out and wrapped it in the white napkin.She has to take this knife to the alpha so that he could kill the witch. Now she will put the trick of the wicked witch on herself.______________________________Running abruptly in the woods Maddox's fo
Dasher 70. Begging In The Monastery.
A city in a class of its own, from its world-class gastronomy and electric art scene to its distinctivearchitectureandneighbourhoods, New Orleans is like no other city. Add in its jazzy soundtrack and tropical climate, this is a destination everyone can enjoy. Essentially an island between the Mississippi River and Lake Pontchartrain, New Orleans is a city defined and shaped by waterways. Nicknamed the Crescent City because of its quarter-moon shape. Creole cuisine, gospel music,jazz funeralsand a sassy stew of cultures that are uniquely it's own.New Orleans is like no other place in the world, a city formed by the superstitions, traditions and history of Creoles, Spaniards, French, Irish, Italians, enslaved Africans and free people of colour. The particular experiences to be had here have always been driven by independent thinkers, creative spirits and non-conformists. And that is never going to change.The huge delivery ca
Dasher 71. The French Quarter.
"Come in..." there came a rusty hissing voice and Weston and David both exchanged horrific looks.The woman with them pushed a bit and they stepped in the room."Closer..." said the voice.They took a few more steps."Closer...." It hissed again.As soon as they reached more and more closer they were startled by the sudden hysteric laughing."On your knees...." They immediately went into their knees and their eyes came across a pair of feet with no toes, as if it was chopped off by an axe and being tied with the thread.Looking up the legs were slender and fair...they looked like the legs of a woman.Looking more up their eyes met to the breasts covered with the clothing, plumpy and round.And finally to her face. It was a very beautiful woman ahead of them. She had platinum blonde hair tied up into a very big victorian style bun.Her eyes warm brown and flecks of reddish look on them. She had the most beautiful smile on
Dasher 72. A Beautiful Ending.
*Six months later*The wolf just shrugged his body when he licked his lips. Sniffling in the fresh air, he jumped on the rock and howled endlessly.The darkness of the forest amazes him. It's been since he went to the monastery and did some meditation, his temper is now calm. Maddox Dasher became more patient with his life. Spending every day in the company and nights with his som, Xylus he was busy in his life.The only thing which makes him depress sometimes is his sleeping wife.Its been six months and she is still resting inside the coffin, in the sunroom.Conrard and Vlora had married and Crystal was happy. Melvin and Travolta were expecting their first child together.Debrah and Caden had joined the family business while Mambo was looking after the Czar pack.Leticia took over the place of father Angelo as he was dead.Witches say that he had a cardiac attack and lost his life. Little Xylus was growing up and he now rec
Dasher Prologue
The night was a special kind of blackness, the kind that wants only to hold the stars and help them to shine all the brighter. It was a warm black that hugged you no matter what, and within it's the safety I could feel my own soul all the more clearly, that innocent inborn spark.Bathed in the light of the sun, the moon was more beautiful than even the stars around.The werewolves move by the twilight moon, coordinated, but rarely in the company. Their target is prearranged and all that matters is a confirmed kill. Gone are the days of raging beasts with no thought to conceal their identity, anonymity is priority number one.The only shining things other than the stars were their sparkly coloured eyes...warm brown...hazel and deep blue with flecks of silver.The wolves appeared silently...trying to stay low as long as they could.It was a small tribe they were keeping their eyes on.Although they had no intention to kill the whole tribe but a particular
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