The next day, my mind was consumed by thoughts of the previous night as I sat in class. We had taken a test early in the morning and endured a series of lectures afterward. Despite the mundane routine, I found solace in the presence of my two gorgeous friends after the long weekend. However, beneath my facade of normalcy, I couldn’t shake the nagging fear of what would happen if they ever discovered my lupine secret.
Unable to concentrate on the lectures, I fidgeted at my desk, tapping my pen softly against its surface. The memory of the raw animal flesh I had consumed flashed through my mind, causing my stomach to churn. “Did I really eat that?” I pondered, feeling the urge to vomit overwhelming me. Hastily, I rushed to the restroom, my insides heaving with each retch. As I wiped my mouth, gasping for breath, doubts flooded my mind. “Perhaps I was never meant to be a wolf,” I mused despairingly. Interrupting my solitary moment, Susan, a witch, approached me with a knowing smirk. “What do we have here? Wolf girl….” she taunted, her voice dripping with amusement as she washed her hands. Unfazed by her revelation, I retorted, “I’m not surprised that you know. You witches are something else,” my words laced with a hint of resentment. Before our conversation could delve any deeper, the restroom door swung open, and a panicked girl rushed in. “We have a problem! We need to hide. Father Bosco is here,” she exclaimed, her voice trembling with fear. Confusion and dread gripped us as Susan and I exchanged alarmed glances. “What? I don’t understand,” Susan uttered, her tone betraying her growing apprehension. “The new girl who was supposed to enroll today… when Father Bosco presented the crucifix, she manifested. She’s a witch, just like us,” the girl explained frantically, her name revealed to be Helen. Susan’s expression darkened with concern. “Which coven is she from?” she inquired urgently. “I don’t know, but I sense she’s a white witch,” Helen responded, her voice trembling with fear. Stunned into silence, I struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation unfolding before us. “Where is she now?” Susan demanded, her panic palpable. “Dragged away to be hanged like the rest,” Helen replied, her words hanging heavily in the air, casting a shadow over our already troubled hearts. “You might need my help,” I asserted, meeting Susan’s gaze head-on. Her expression skeptical, Susan turned to me. “How? This isn’t a fight of muscles and fists.” A confident smile played on my lips. “If your elders knew how to stop Father Bosco, they would have done so long ago. Unfortunately, they don’t. But I’m certain that with my influence, my mother can help you. She’s a wolf witch.” Helen’s eyes widened in recognition, and Susan’s disbelief morphed into curiosity. Helen stepped closer, her touch gentle as she grasped my hand. “You’re Catherine’s daughter?” I nodded proudly, a sense of assurance bolstering my confidence. Helen gasped, awe coloring her voice. “I’ve heard tales of her, the great war… She’s truly incredible.” Susan nodded in agreement. “Yes, she is. We’ve attempted to reach out to her countless times for aid, but she never grants us an audience. She’s the oldest of all witches. How can you be so sure that she’ll help us this time?” Arching my brow, I replied, “She’s my mother, and she’ll always honor my humble request.” As Helen exchanged a knowing glance with Susan, I sensed their apprehension, but it was the least of my concerns. Having learned from my mother that every boon comes at a cost, I knew that if they truly sought assistance, they must be willing to meet my terms. “But I need something from you in exchange for that,” I declared, lifting my gaze to meet their eyes. “And what might that be?” Susan inquired, her determination palpable as she braced herself to face Father Bosco’s wrath. A mischievous grin tugged at my lips as I observed Susan’s resolve, relishing the sight. “Definitely making progress, Yvonne,” I muttered under my breath, a sense of satisfaction washing over me. “I need you to cast a spell for me—a spell so clandestine that neither my mother nor anyone else will ever discover its existence,” I revealed, a smirk dancing at the edge of my lips. Susan chuckled, her amusement tinged with intrigue. “Hmm… interesting. Looks like someone’s about to engage in some mischief behind daddy and mummy’s backs,” she remarked, stepping closer to me. I felt her probing my thoughts, a sensation I hadn’t experienced before. It dawned on me that assuming my wolf form exposed me to a world of danger and responsibilities, even though I had yet to fully embrace them. “I know what you’re attempting, Susan. Don’t worry—it won’t work,” I reassured her, a soft laugh escaping my lips. Frustration etched across Susan’s features as she acknowledged my resilience. “Mummy has indeed fortified her girl. Impressive, huh?” she remarked, lifting her gaze to meet mine. Arms folded across my chest, I regarded her coolly. “Are you expecting me to answer that?” I countered, maintaining my composure. Susan sighed, her anger evident. “What exactly do you want?” she demanded, her tone laced with frustration. “That’s a very good question, Susan. What I want wouldn’t cost you much. You’ll find out once you’re ready to meet my mother. But you’ll have to fulfill my request first before I can grant you access to her,” I declared boldly, holding my ground. I shrugged nonchalantly. “Besides, I don’t intend to do anything malicious. I prefer to do what’s right.” Helen remained silent, averting her gaze. “Let’s see who’s smarter now, Father,” I muttered, clenching my fists in determination. I was confident that the witches had no choice but to comply with my demands. Walking past them, I turned around to face them. “It’s your choice to make: grant my request or continue to face Father Bosco’s wrath daily.” My phone beeped, distracting me momentarily. I glanced at the screen. “I’ll leave you witches to decide,” I said, locking eyes with them before storming out of the restroom and heading back to the classroom. I was certain that the witches had no escape from Father Bosco, and my mother was their only hope—which also meant that I would inevitably get what I wanted.“Hey, Yvonne, where were you?” Lora asked, grabbing my hand as I approached.“I got your text. Why were you looking for me? I don’t recall stealing your boyfriend,” I teased, making faces at them as I settled between my friends.They laughed, playfully pushing me. “You’re crazy,” Lora exclaimed.I chuckled, enjoying their company.Grace pulled me closer. “Great! I knew they wanted to gossip,” I thought to myself, remaining silent.“Father Bosco was here. They caught a new girl, and she’s a witch,” Grace informed us, her hands trembling.“Oh, that’s unfortunate. Did the witch girl try to harm anyone?” I feigned ignorance, watching their reactions carefully.They gasped, staring at me in disbelief.“We can’t wait around until they start hunting us down, Yvonne. I’m relieved Father Bosco is targeting the witches. I can’t stand the thought of being bewitched,” Grace confessed.Suppressing the urge to laugh, I maintained my composure. What did she know about witches and being bewitched?“Ar
That day, I arrived at school in high spirits, having celebrated my birthday the previous evening with a lavish party my friends couldn’t attend. While I didn’t reveal the true reason for their absence, I made it up to them the following day, treating them to a joyous celebration of my new ride. Here at school, my affluent background and regal demeanor drew attention and admiration from my peers. Despite the allure I held for many, my betrothal to Kayne served as a barrier to romantic pursuits. While I rebuffed advances from admirers, some speculated about my sexuality. Yet, here I was, contemplating approaching a boy the next day. Life’s ironies never failed to amuse me. After dropping off my friends, I found myself lost in thought, the loud beats of hip hop music failing to drown out thoughts of Alexander. Despite my efforts to push him from my mind, his captivating presence lingered, igniting a newfound attraction within me. Glancing into my side mirror, I noticed a sleek black L
A few hours later, Susan stormed into the science laboratory, accompanied by Helen, both looking visibly frustrated. Lucy, Martha, and Geraldine sat at a round table, their expressions stern. “You’re late,” Lucy reprimanded sharply, her fiery eyes flashing with irritation. As both a teacher and a witch, her authority was undeniable, and her anger was palpable. She was the most powerful among them, having lived for centuries, her blonde hair cascading behind her ears as she glared at Susan and Helen. “We apologize, Lucy,” Susan murmured, bowing her head in deference. “You better be,” Lucy snapped, her gaze unwavering as she stared them down. Susan wasted no time in addressing the pressing issue. “This isn’t working at all, Lucy, Geraldine. You’re the remaining elders of the black witches, the oldest among us. How many more must Father Bosco kill before we take action?” Martha, with her dark skin and striking white eyes, chimed in sadly. “I’ve been wondering the same thing. He manag
Alexander and Drake arrived back at their luxurious apartment after a long day at school, their fatigue overshadowed by their cheerful demeanor. They parked their expensive ride in the garage and ascended to their apartment using the elevator.“The city has changed so much, don’t you think, brother?” Alexander remarked, loosening the buttons on his shirt.“More beautiful women, I must say,” Drake replied, sinking into the couch.Alexander raised an eyebrow. “If you’re referring to that silver-haired girl you were talking to earlier, I suggest you look elsewhere.”Drake chuckled. “Why? Is she out of my league?”“Don’t be oblivious to the way she looked at me,” Alexander retorted, pouring himself a drink. “She wouldn’t spare you a glance if she knew who I was. I doubt you stand a chance with her.”Drake sighed. “We’re in the twenty-first century now, Alexander. She’s innocent.”“Nobody is innocent, brother, not even her parents,” Alexander countered, a wry smile playing on his lips. “And
Grace looked visibly irritated, her arms raised in frustration, while Lora mirrored her discontent as they waited outside the club for me. “She’s always making excuses,” Grace vented, her voice tinged with anger. “Come on, Grace, she promised she’d come tonight. Let’s give her the benefit of the doubt,” Lora urged, attempting to diffuse the tension. “Like this is the first time she’s stood us up?” Grace retorted, her tone sharp. “She’ll be here tonight, Grace. She gave us her word,” Lora insisted, her voice steady despite the brewing frustration. They had been waiting for me for hours, a scenario not uncommon given my father’s strict rules. They feared I might bail on them once again. “And here she comes,” Lora exclaimed excitedly as she spotted me driving in. Grace’s grin was infectious. “Wow! She actually showed up. Tonight is going to be a blast.” Excitedly, they rushed to my car as I stepped out, clad in a pair of hot shorts, a stylish jacket, and heels, while my friends da
I chuckled, feeling reassured by the support of my friends as they waved at Alexander. Alexander followed my gaze and acknowledged them with a nod. “You do have pretty friends,” he remarked. “And the best of them too,” I added proudly. He laughed. “That’s cool, isn’t it?” “Sure.…” I replied, nodding, though inwardly I was feeling quite nervous. “So, where did you come from?” I asked, eager to learn more about the guy I was crushing on. He shrugged nonchalantly. “Just moved into town. My family lives in the States, and we decided to study here.” “Really? And they let you?” I exclaimed, my eyes widening in surprise. “Of course they did,” he replied, rising to his feet and retrieving two drinks from a passing waitress’s tray. “Bills are on me,” he muttered as he handed me a glass of wine. “Thank you,” I murmured, taking the glass and sipping tentatively. “My parents would never allow me to leave town, let alone study in another state,” I remarked with a laugh, marveling at his f
I drove in silence, foregoing my usual habit of playing music, lost in my thoughts. The image of Alexander dancing with Helen lingered in my mind, fueling a newfound determination. “I think I’m ready to play this game,” I mumbled to myself, increasing my speed. Suddenly, a loud impact rocked my car from above, startling me. I yelled in panic, struggling to maintain control of the wheel, but managed to steady myself. With trembling hands, I glanced in the rearview mirror, trying to comprehend what had just happened. “What was that?” I muttered, heart pounding in my chest. Turning around, I was horrified to see a figure standing in the middle of the road. I screamed, slamming on the brakes as my car screeched to a halt before the mysterious figure. “Oh my God!” I exclaimed, adrenaline coursing through my veins. As I stepped out of the car, my shock turned to disbelief when I realized it was Susan standing before me. “What the hell is wrong with you? Do you want to get yourself killed?
It was early in the morning when Drake entered the apartment, finding the living room cloaked in darkness. “At least he isn’t downstairs to lecture me about my movements,” Drake mused, adjusting his collar. As he approached a door leading to the corridor, the lights suddenly illuminated, causing him to gasp and pivot around. “I’m glad I know my brother so well,” Alexander remarked from his perch on an armchair, holding a glass cup filled with blood. It had always been his preferred method of feeding, deeming it distasteful to sink his fangs into people’s bodies. Drake scoffed as he neared. “You were here all along waiting for me? I’m impressed.” “Where were you all night, Drake?” Alexander inquired, his curiosity piqued. Drake shrugged. “Have you forgotten? I came to Latan to have fun, not to sip blood from a glass cup.” Alexander chortled. “I’m decent enough not to act like an animal, Drake.” Drake laughed, taking a seat opposite him. “Call it whatever you choose, Alex, but wearin