Levy‘s death

Carlisle’s expression changed. He wanted to escape but Derek seemed to have understood his intentions. He raised his hand and drew another array, the vines that had caught Carlisle in a vice-like grip, twisted and turned as they started to climb higher and higher until the vines had covered him completely.

Derek didn’t even bat an eye as he tightened the vines, the sound of a mournful scream echoed in the distance before blood and flesh gushed out of the vines that had twisted around Carlisle's body.

“You!” Alyssa turned to look at Derek. Her eyes flashed cruelly, she looked at Derek and sneered, “You killed your brother? Mavis was right, you have always been a stain on my blood.”

When Derek heard her words, he calmly glanced at the woman. He said, “I might be a stain in the name of the dark witches and wizards but what about you, Father? You have killed your sister not to mention how many families have you ruined. No matter what, compared to you, I am still nothing.”

Alyssa stare