Asher's Point Of View My heart was pounding in my chest and I took deep breaths to calm it down.“Nervous?” Theo chuckled, placing a hand on my shoulder as we stared down the beautifully decorated aisle where Cirilla would be coming through any minute from now.“Nope,” I lied, my heart in complete chaos as I tried to steady my breathing. “Sure he is,” Wren voiced coldly, “He's a second from losing his shit,”I fought the urge to glare at him. “Get out of my head, demon,” My eyes remained fixed on the blank evening air. “Relax man! Just take a deep breath otherwise at the rate you'll end up having a heart attack the second you see her,” Stefan whispered from my left, and I couldn't tell if that was a warning or a piece of advice.“Enough, all of you. You're being too loud,” I refrained from shouting, keeping my voice low instead, and wondering why I chose all three of them to be my groomsmen. I should have gone with Daryl, Andy, and Cory instead.‘They are right though. Tune it down
SHELBURNE, VERMONT Cirilla's point of view Firmly, I adjusted the black boxing bag gloves around my wrists. I get my stance right by standing with my feet shoulder-width apart and my front foot facing the punching bag. I do not hesitate in unloading my punches, making sure I throw powerful and snappy punches at the punching bag. I plant my feet firmly when throwing the punches and when I'm not throwing punches I move around on my toes. My breathing labored. I've been at this for probably an hour or maybe more. I can't exactly tell. Suddenly, I'm getting bored with the exercise. It would have been a little more fun if I was sparring against an opponent. Now that would be entertaining. I absconded the boxing bag gloves. My long and thick black lashes pressed firmly together and the gate of my eyes shut closed. I inhaled deeply and calmly. And as usual, my subconscious formed a well-built and sturdy figure. It looked virile and manly. He wore black leather pants and a black tacky jack
SHELBURNE, VERMONTCirilla's Point Of View I curled up on my bed. My head throbbed against my skull. The thin line between my eyes was glued tightly together. The depth of my soul had wandered far away, pulling me into a warm fuzzy dream. I was at a place I had never been. The air around me was calming and welcoming, and the feel of the soft, sandy soil beneath my bare feet was a sweet pleasure. Suddenly darkness covered the earth and there was only chaos around. I heard the faint sounds of screams, and the foul stench of death invaded my nostrils. My heart pricked with fear, as a cold, deathly feeling clamped around me. It was suffocating. I tried to abscond it but that was impossible. The cold, deathly feeling seeped into my bones and spread within me. I felt myself slowly slipping away when bright, crystalline blue eyes flashed within the storm of insanity stealing me away. Those perfect and immaculate blue gazes were so foreign, yet they held a striking familiarity. I had never
BEAVERTON, OREGON Cirilla's point of view I hummed to the rhythm of the music playing loudly in my ears, trying to get distracted by the music and my drawing. Even though my efforts have been futile. The recent days have been unpleasant for me, coupled with the weird and bothersome dreams, more like nightmares I had been having. Flashes of nonhuman creatures chasing me.At first, I thought it was just a dream, but I was not certain of that anymore. I'm starting to rethink that theory. It felt like it was more than a mere dream like they were missing pieces from my memory. But that's impossible, maybe I was just being paranoid with the fact that I still couldn't remember what happened the other night. I placed the black colored pencil on the bed, gripping the yellow colored pencil, and bringing it to the sketchbook. I skillfully mixed it with a shade of orange, and after a while, I was done. Pulling it up, I stare intently at the image I had drawn. It was a picture of a figure. A man
BEAVERTON, OREGON(Black Blood Pack) Cameron's Point Of View Grief and sadness were two feelings that were not so foreign to me. It felt as if their very existence were carved out from my soul, like a ditch of dark holes deep within my heart. A hole that cannot be filled by anything that the world could offer.I thought of it at that time as a sad moment in life where you have to push through to the other side, but there was no pushing through, and there was most definitely not another side to this sadness, other than pain and more pain that I would have to get through every day. It was the only emotion that absorbed me. The more the years rushed by, and the world kept growing, it only got harder and impossible to deal with. I was aware of what the world thought of me, what everyone thought of me. They say I was nothing more than a saddened soul that has sold what little of his humanity to the devil.Well, I couldn't blame them. That wasn't exactly a lie. I had changed. Fuck! Who wo
BEAVERTON, OREGONCirilla's point of view The sharp sounds of heavy thud echoed in my ears, and my heartbeat skyrocketed. A wave of fear and panic crippled my insides and my breathing came out short and fast. I felt my body tremble, sharp pains building in my insides, and the frightful image of blazing red eyes crept into my mind, making me jerk up from my bed. The beeping of my alarm clock startled me. I turned it off, and glanced around my room, heaving a tired sigh of relief. It was only a dream. I breathed loudly, calming my nerves. Warm rays of the sun wandering in and instantly warming me up. It was only a dream, I repeated calmly, releasing another sigh. Rubbing my palm against my face, I leaned into it, getting a grip on myself as everything flashed through. I remember it vividly. Almost as if it was real. So real. The insane fear. The sharp piercing at the side of my stomach and the loud growlings of those beasts. And then the nonhuman figure that burned with flames. Everyt
NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA (Crescent Moon's Pack) Asher's point of view I walked out from the Witches’ quarters. I just concluded my usual training exercise with Aunt Neela and Uncle Benjamin had left with Aunt Rhona for the Circle's meeting in Nevada. Once I reached my room, I showered and got dressed in casual jeans and a black tee shirt that displayed part of my tattoo on my arms and neck. It was evening already. I walked to the Packhouse. "Hey Asher!" Amy hopped to me, linking her arms to mine. She was finely dressed in a short lavender single-strap dress. She had makeup on and looked like a doll on display. "Ooh. Stop drooling. You are giving me the butterflies" She fake-slapped my hard rock chest, jokingly. Then Eric, Enzo, Carl, and Louis came up to us. They were smartly dressed. I raised my brows. Was I missing something? Their confusion was etched on their faces as well. "Am I missing something?" I asked, confused. "What are you wearing man?!" Daryl came up behind us. H
CARSON CITY, NEVADA (The Wiscon Palace) Davina's point of view I was seated next to Cyrene's delicate figure, watching her as she slept peacefully, while I gently stroked her gray-white hair with her head firmly resting on my lap. She looked so calm, and at peace. There was a special kind of tranquility that fell on her. I brushed back the gray locks of hair that fell on her face. It was unbelievable how time flew so fast, how fast the years had changed everyone. It affected everyone so badly, and Cyrene was not left aside. Being a witch who was gifted with the ability to foretell the future, she had it as worse as any of us. My fingers brushed the freckles on her cheeks, she didn't even stir as much, the spell I had cast on her drifted her to deep slumber. She needed it badly. The tender skin around her eyes as usual had dark circles, one formed over time from stress and the constant use of her powers. But Cyrene still looked the same exactly as she did when I first met her