Her blood was like a liquid fire…
Just a drop of the virgin’s blood on the stone of Amethyst could bring back the greatest evil of all. The one that provoked horror and terror to man’s heart. The one that enslaved those who were weak and those who are robust, yet not strong enough to withstand it.
She could only stare with her eyes widened in fear and horror as the five men in red cloaks and hoods circled a sealed crypt with a weird symbol on the top, murmuring and chanting words she had never heard before and they weren’t even witches!
With uncertainty evolving in her chest, adding layers upon layers, she toiled with the ropes shackled tightly around her wrist and ankles to a stone pillar while she let out hummed sounds from her sealed mouth. But the more she struggled, the more the silver ropes cut through her flesh, dragging out blood that dripped on the floor, and the more the strength in her slowly withering, she could almost feel something sucking her blood like a harpy.
And suddenly, the words from their mouths stopped and their head hidden in the darkness of the cloaks reeled towards her direction. She flinched as she saw their red pupils, the only feature shimmering through their hoods.
Please -she wanted to scream but only let out more meaningless sounds from her throat, striving with the silver ropes when one of the cloaked men walked towards her with an Amethyst stone and a magical dagger, her breaths hitched and fastened as he walked closer and closer, his eyes boring through her face, making horror rise in her chest.
She shook her head violently, pleading with her eyes, her face getting wet with salty tears, her being shaking but nothing seemed to stop the man as he walked even closer till he was barely two feet away from where she was tied and without any remorse, he grabbed her wrist and cut off her little finger, a hummed screamed erupted from her throat while her blood dripped on the Amethyst stone and instantly, it came to life, glowing so brightly and instantly, the man dumbed the dagger and wheeled back to the tomb but as he got closer, the brightened stone got dimmer and dimmer and before he could place the stone on the tomb, it completely lost its power, dying, darkening even, losing its original dark purple color.
“It’s not her!” One of the men growled in anger, wheeling as he walked towards the tied girl, picking the dagger from the floor. “It’s not her!” He repeated, tearing off the clothe that sealed her mouth, giving her a chance to cry out in agony.
“Kill her then and bring the next one!”
“No, please. I DON’T WANT TO DIE!!” She screamed but that only fueled the man as he lifted the dagger and without thinking, buried it in her chest.
“AHHHH”
“””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””
Almost instantly, she jerked up awake, panting and gasping as she brought the blankets up to her chest, resting her back on the wall of her bed. She placed her hand over her chest, trying to calm her racing heart, taking a breather.
Slowly, she reeled her head to the window where the soft yet chilling and creepy breeze was blowing in from and was met with the darkness of the night, with the moon glowing brightly in the sky and the night owl could be heard. She sighed and averted her gaze but the sound of her door cracking open made her lift her head once more and a smile crept to her face as she saw the two little beings walking through her door with a little lamp guarding their way.
“Grandma?”
A tiny voice called out.
“Gwen, Odessa…!” She called out to the little beings as they walked towards her bed after putting the lamp away.
“Are you alright grandma, we heard you screaming and got worried”
She tilted her head, staring in the pure hazel, innocent eyes of Gwen. She opened her arms and the little girl jumped into the embrace of her grandma while Odessa sat on the bed.
“I’m fine, grandma just had a bad dream”
“Is it about those red guys again Grandma, did they get you again?” Odessa grilled cluelessly, her eyes being the deepest aquamarine.
Grandma smiled as her gaze went over the two five years old girls and nodded. “Yes”
“Do you want to talk about it, you might feel better” Gwen blinked innocently.
“How about I tell you a story instead” she beamed and they nodded eagerly. “Once upon a time, in the creations of our world, there was an Alpha, he was ADDANC, he was known as the supreme ruler of all, putting the humans and every being under the moon into slavery, ADDANC was cruel, he wasn’t a good king, the people suffered in his hands but as they say, nothing lasts for forever, good or bad. ADDANC became old, but he didn’t want to die and the best way of living forever was inhabiting the body of another with the help of the true blood virgin. Her blood was like liquid fire, just a drop on the Amethyst stone could bring wonders but also destruction. Her death could give him immortality but just when he was about to kill Isolde, an arrow penetrated through her heart, and almost instantly, Isolde died and ADDANC’s plans were ruined and in an instant, his soul was sealed in a tomb but not forever,”
“But why grandma, he is bad!” Odessa whined.
“Because he could be brought back to life with the blood of the true blood virgin and the Amethyst stone,”
“Who shot the arrow that killed Isolde, Grandma?” Gwen asked and the elderly woman stared down at her with a sad smile.
“Her mate, Kristion did. He did it to save the world from ADDANC but he lost her soul instead and lived in sorrow and regret for the remaining rest of his days”
“Would ADDANC come back?”
The woman stopped, thinking over Odessa’s words. “He is to be remained sealed inside his tomb, be the undead spirit for all eternity. But if he was to be released, he would rise as a walking plague upon mankind, an unholy being with the strength of ages, powers that one could not comprehend, power of invincibility…” she paused before continuing… “Let’s hope they don’t succeed,” she beamed and ruffled both their hairs before ushering them out from her room.
The smile on her face instantly dropped as soon as they were out the door while her gaze went to her left hand where the little finger remained missing.
“He’s coming girls with the help from both of you, your fates are cursed, only doom lurks over your heads and I’m sorry for being the cause of it”
BLOOD PROPHECY!
«SEVEN YEARS EARLIER»The timberland was dusky, gloaming with only but the moonlight as guard but with their vision as sharp, they wandered deeper into the thick, barren forest while the fierce wind of the night brushed against their flushed cheeks.The twigs were crunching under their hurried feet, reeling their heads once in a while in panic, hearing the sound of their pursuers.With an aghast gasp, they fastened their pace, the smell of rotten woods and skunk weed was nearly repulsing while the sound of yowls followed behind them and the night cricket led their way.A sudden cry yelped out from the heavy woman's lips as she supported her heavy stomach with her left hand while the other went to her lower back. She shook her head as her mate rushed back to her side. "No, you have to continue without me!" She hissed at the unbearable pain in her abdomen, she could feel the infant in her w
Her eyes fluttered opened as the juggling sound of keys reached her ears as she stirred awake in time to watch as a few guards walked into the cell she shared with her husband.“What’s going on?” Her broken voice called out, watching as the guards approached her sleeping mate and kicked him on the rib, waking him up as he groaned out in pain.Ignoring her questions, the guards hooked their hands on her mate’s arms and carried him out from the cell.“Hey, what are you doing?!” She stumbled up on her feet but landed up falling back on the wall as a cry escaped her mouth, supporting her stomach with both her hands and stared as two other guards walked up to her. “Please, what’s going on. Where are they taking my mate?” Her pleading voice inquired.“To the arena, you were given the front ticket to watch”Yarkona’
“Stop, please stop!” An unbearable exclamation erupted out of her throat. Yarkona shrieked, puffing as she supported her back with both her hands. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this!” She screeched, stretching her back on a tree. With lachrymose eyes, she stared up at the murky sky with only but the moonlight brightening, almost glaring. So vast, so intense, Yarkona could almost feel it heckling her, fueling more resentment and bitterness inside of her chest as her sniveling gaze lingered on the moon.“You better be watching, am going to make them all pay…” Another loud cry relinquished her throat, staved off her widened eyes over to her savior, Xenia, a sparkling redhead. “I think he’s coming!”“Now!?” Xenia panicked, her grey eyes expanding as she wheeled on her feet, the withered leaves of the soil scraping below her feet. But as she stared around, she was met w
«Two Years Later»Like an ordinary commoner, she ambled through the packhouse of the White Claw Pack like it was her home, carrying a silver tray with two golden chalices filled with wines. With an abrupt turn, she steered towards the main hall, her shady brown orbs stared ahead, filled with a twinkle of enthusiasm and a little spark of evil.When the doors opened, she didn’t balk as she strolled in and was met with loud energetic laughter coming from a group of people standing in the middle of the enormous hall. A tiny smile crept to her face as she saw a tiny boy crawling at the feet of his mother, tugging on her jean. She averted her gaze to a couple standing on the opposite side, a newborn baby spread out in the woman’s arms. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she went to stand beside a fellow servant at the corner and watched, counting every second that passed, the clock tickling along with her plan.
Present Time..."Hurry up!!" A high-pitched tone nearly squealed in aggravation, finally coming to a stop beside a large tree. Reeling her head to the rushing sound of leaves and footsteps, she sighed, spotting her best friend from a rather far distance, blundering with a large basket of herb hanging over her shoulders.A tiny giggle erupted from her throat as she could hear the grumbling sound of her friend's demurral."Are you going to hurry up or not, am leaving you behind!" She yelled out, not bothering to secrete her smile while kneading her palms on her large brown trousers and a considerable cherubic shirt that was tucked into her pants while her legs were covered with a pair of worn-out raven boots."Well, I'm apologetic your highness, am the one carrying this bloody basket here!" A sarcastic voice retorted, lividity almost evident in her voice.With a sigh, Gwen rested her body
Gwen dragged her feet on the ground of the forest...It all started from the pit of her stomach as she hugged her arms around her stomach and slowly, it circulated to her heart and slowly she drowned.It felt like she had fallen into a cactus, and her heart had been punctured a million times over by tiny pins. Its sting, it throbbed, it ached at first but now it felt like she had gone numb. She wasn't bleeding but she felt like blood would come gushing out from her chest. Why did it hurt so bad?"Goddess, why is he so heavy?!" Odessa panted and sweated from behind, carrying the unconscious person over her back as they finally reached their destination, in front of a large treehouse.Gwen halted, staring up as the ray of the evening sun lit up and comfortably nestled in a small treehouse. It was a cube with a star-shaped window on the walls and a broken and rotted rope ladder suspended in midair above the branches.
An agonizing moan left his lips as he sluggishly regained consciousness. Slowly, his eyes fluttered opened but were welcomed with a blurred sight that cleared after a few blinks and he found himself staring at the trees that blocked the ray of sunlight from penetrating through his vision. He almost thought he was dead but the soft chirping of the birds, rustling of leaves was a reminder and the awful sting on both sides of his ribs brought him back to reality.He groaned again as a sharp pain shot through him from his injuries and a heavy throb from his head. He suddenly felt his vision spinning while he believed was because of the silver he was injured with.Wanting to bring his hand up to his forehead, a light gasp vacated his lips when he realized he couldn't move, his body was incapacitated, he couldn't shift a single muscle.He shut and opened his eyes, trying not to unnerve. What had happened to him after he has passed out because
Gwen disregarded the enthusiastic stare that permeated through her face as she changed his plaster and wrapped his wounds with a new bandage. She tried not to gleam at his intense gaze, she could vouch he hadn't looked away from her face since he woke up. She tried to ignore it but she couldn't help it when she glanced up and her breath instantly hooked as she found herself entangled in a pair of midnight blue orbs that made her heart hop a beat. She found herself enmeshed, unable to look away, sniffing his lemony and musky scene but when the other unpleasant scent reached her sense of smell, she immediately looked away realizing he could never be hers, not anymore. He already had a mate that he seemed to love more than his destined.Suddenly her mouth turned sour and her heart ached as reality hammered her to the ground. She moved away after helping him rest his back against a tree. She distanced herself."I will make you something th