HOUSE OF WITCHES

“His name is Edmond Michael,” Janeka said, mimicking her mother. “The most powerful warlock. He who destroys and takes life as though it were his creation.” “We’re here.” Freya said interrupting the girls who were busy giggling at the impersonation. They had just moved into Weston Hills, a whole new environment and a fresh start. As Hayley pulled her bags out of the trunk she looked over at the house. A middle-class convenient structure with a lush green lawn and daisy bushes that hugged the white picket fence around it which opened up to the stone path leading straight to the front door, it was the limit to Freya’s savings from her part-time job, not much but Hayley had a feeling she was going to love it. The five girls hauled their luggage out of the car and into their new home. They cleaned up each of their rooms personally and then house at large together before unloading their stuff which took them quite a while.Liquid rays of moonlight poured in through the open dining window b

Freya was in the closet, she was gazing at the mirror not quite sure of what to say. Is this the life that awaited her? Could she handle it now their family was experiencing numerous issues? She looked at the engagement ring on her finger, as she had flashes of Eamon. She loved him, and that was the verity. Finally, her wedding was around the corner, and she was overwrought that she was going to leave her sisters and the house of witches for a whole new environment with her spouse. She knew Janeka was old enough to lead her sisters through everything that would come their way in the future, but still, she was part of the family. She puffed out, as she walked out of the closet down to the kitchen to get herself a bottle of water. She heard footsteps, and she hastily turned meeting Janeka sauntering down the stairs. “Hey.” Janeka said. “You are supposed to be asleep.” Freya directed. “We all can survive. We are always a family, and family never dies. Don't worry about yourself. We'll

“Freya stop!” Hayley pleaded as she crawled to the back of the couch bleeding from her nose and leg. She was endeavoring to stop the bleeding, but she kept attempting to save her life and also Eamon's. Eamon was still striving to stop Freya but to no avail. Hayley stood back on her feet after she had crawled to the back of a couch, staggering when Eamon had forgotten she was there. She took out a dagger and seized Eamon's neck about to cut through him. “I will kill him if you try to stop me.” Hayley threatened. She wasn't going to take his life. “Please! Don't do this. I'm begging you.” Freya said sarcastically, before she chuckled, her lips twitching into a smirk. Hayley wanted to scare her into retreating, but she saw her efforts were in vain. “Do you think I'm Freya who would give the world for Eamon Brentford?” Freya quizzed. Hayley released Eamon from her grip, nudging him aside, she hurried to hurt her. Freya stopped her, pinning her to the floor before taking the dagger away

Janeka and Justin were striding out of the woods. “Can you drive?” Janeka asked. “I can't. Astonishingly, I came back to life and I'm getting over the trauma.” Justin blurted. “It's transient,” Janeka said letting him into her car before slamming the door shut. What just happened? Did she just meet another supernatural creature? Is he the killer? These thoughts got her engaged, she starts the engine before she glances at Justin who was staring at the right side mirror. “Don't worry I'm a good listener. I would help you with all these.” Janeka smiled, as they headed down the path that led out of the woods.“I was killed by this guy. He called himself a golem. I have never heard that before.”“What would a golem be doing in this town?” Janeka asked herself.“Take a turn.” Justin yelled, as they were approaching the Weston Hills bridge. He guessed she was buried in meaningless thoughts as they had driven farther from the dark woods. Almost diving into the river, Janeka swiftly turned a

“How did you become a vampire?” Earnestine asked. “It's tragic.” Dale retorted. “It's so disappointing that you can't share the experience.” “It happened to me about a hundred years ago.” Dale smiled. “Wow!” Earnestine said. She didn't know why she said that, but living for more than ten decades is amazing. “I recalled that day. My brother was after me.” Dale began as his thoughts diverted into the very day he became a vampire. There were no stars in the skies, lightning flashed while Dale looked up to the clouds before getting his gaze back to the path he was threading on. He knew that he couldn't outrun that savage creature, but he had to run, at least to protect his life. Gasping, he leaned on a tree when he didn't hear footsteps scampering into the woods. He stared at his feet before looking up to the skies. Someone sped to him, he seized his neck and began to choke him. “Do you think you can escape me?” He asked. “I know I can't, but taking the lives of innocent people is