“There is nothing here, except magic relics. A typical witch’s house.” Anthony stated, looking around the house, still searching for clues. They had just ransacked the house, and they had found nothing. Just magic items and what nots. “She is not here, either.” He added, taking a seat on the couch, beside Lucille, who of course was his cousin. During the long meeting, both at the hall and the dining room, he had finally understood why he had felt some kind of kinship to Emma and then Freya. They were actually related to some extent, by blood. Their magic was proof of that. “Well, can’t we find where she is, you know, with something that belongs to her? I thought that magic can make that possible, just as I had watched in movies. Or is it just for the movie's sake? Is it not real? Is that asking for much?” Lucille inquired, looking between Freya and her mother. Freya smiled at first. “Good idea, Lucille. Anthony, you will be the best person to get an item of Esther. From the inform
“Come in at your own risk.” Freya scoffed, unable to help herself, when she heard what the new girl said as she stepped into the sitting room. Come in at your own risk? If only the girl knew what she was, she would be holding her tongue. But that was by the way. They were here for something important. “You never told us your name, now that I think of it..” She muttered, as she and the others stepped into the large empty sitting room. “My name is Akila. Follow me, the rest are this way.” The girl gestured to a passageway which looked wide enough like the one at the pack house. They followed her through the snake-like passageway till they burst out in a smaller compound, with a raffia shade at the far end. From the entrance, the group could see Esther and her clique, talking about something wildly, although Esther for the most part looked in between, at odds, like her mind was stretched between two dimensions; her mind wasn’t a hundred percent involved in what her friends were tal
At Esther’s new residence:Freya knew the guy. She hadn’t seen him before, hadn’t spoken with him before, but she knew him. She knew him from the vision she had seen when she had touched Esther’s scarf. She also knew him from Aiden’s memory, one of the many he had shared with her. She knew him from the one that had spoken of the bullying of Emma at the café. He was the one that Aiden had thought quiet, but not entirely innocent, even though he looked like it. Aiden had read off an unsettling energy from him, and Freya was beginning to see that. She was beginning to see that the boy wasn’t what he seemed to be. She wondered what exactly he was. A shifter like the others? She wasn’t sure, but she wasn’t about to cower in fear. No. Her people thought her better. She would fight this out. She would be leaving here with Esther, and nothing can stop her, not at this point. She watched as Esther, and the rest of the clique gave the boy a look down-they didn’t rate him. Freya thought tha
At Esther’s new residence:As Freya and Lekan danced around each other, waiting for who would take the first step, Freya was analyzing her opponent. She still couldn't understand his scent, she was just sure that it was unsettling, and that it repulsed her. Freya also knew that she wouldn’t move, until Lekan made a move-until he shifted to whatever he was. Yes, she was sure that he was a good shifter, much better than he had relayed to his friends. Yet, to what? What does he shift into? “Aren’t you going to make a move, mage? What's stopping you? Shouldn't you be chanting some gibberish to put me in some kind of cage or something? That would shorten this dance,wouldn't it?” Lekan taunted, his words grating on the nerves of the watchers, yet Freya remained unruffled. She didn’t win her fight against those three beasts by being easily ruffled. She stopped prancing though. She stood still, and folded her arms across her chest, causing Anthony to wonder what she was doing? He would ha
At Esther’s new residence:“Come on! Give me your best shot, mage!” The words were all scrambled coming from the vampirish Lekan, and Freya clucked her teeth in disgust. She hated fighting vampires. Without much ado, she released a bout of freezing air, and darts of ice to the vampire that is Lekan, knowing that these species hated extreme temperatures; extreme heat, extreme cold. She watched, more of analyzing, than jubilating, when Leekan gnashed his leftover blackened teeth which were crawling with maggots. He really took up the whole features; a complete shift. Freya noted it somewhere in her mind to let Aiden and the others know. She wondered where the maggots would go when he shifted back to his normal self. Do they stay in his belly? She shuddered at the insane thought, but she wouldn’t put anything past science and magic. Obviously, there was the work of a mage in this, but she didn’t think that it was Leonarya. Yes, her false mother was a black magician, but there were lev
This is it. Curtis muttered to himself as he came to stand before the gate that belonged to his pack; the gate that separated them from the other parts of civilization. When he became Alpha, since his sister would probably turn down the offer, he would tear down the gate. Actually, he was sure that she would. Of course. How could he forget? Leo was the rightful heir to the Alpha throne of the White Sted pack, that means his sister would be a Luna. Yet that depends on Leo agreeing to take the ruling reins. However, there is also the fact that they didn't know where he had gone-if he had returned to his former pack. Well, time will tell. Curtis sighed, taking in the strength of the black huge gate. If he really becomes the alpha of Winders pack, first thing he will surely do was to dismantle the gate, and open the area to humans, so that they could do their developing magic. Although, of course, like his uncle’s pack, there would be boundaries, and limits, forests reserved for the
"Bloodugering Hell!" Emma screamed, moving back ten steps away from the dusty cupboard she had tried to clean, while staring apprehensively at the lone cockroach that had made its way out of the cupboard in response to her simulative clean up process. The cockroach negligent of her scaredy face, scurried back into the dusty cupboard, leaving no trace behind. Skimming her slender fingers through her deep red hair, while staring at the little opening where the cockroach had passed through, Emma heaved a sign of relief. She tossed the now dusty brown rag on the floor which she had used earlier to clean out the kitchen table that stood near the morphy sink, and trudged tiredly to the window which stood at the far end of the kitchen, overlooking the thick dark forest. Emma watched keenly from the slightly broken window, at a rab
Sharp knocks, in quick succession, bustling against the wooden front door woke Emma up. And for a tiny second, she thought she was still in Florida getting cozy on her queen size bed, until her eyes caught two cockroaches playing around on the floor and her back protested in pain at her for lying it against the kitchen table. She winced, and rubbed her head dejectedly, noting that she had fallen asleep,while thinking about her life, and how she would go about the arrangements that would make sure she gets to the county's university next week. The thoughts now rushing back like a river overflowing its bank still assailed her. Now thinking on it again, Emma knew that she had to get a work or something that she could do to support herself financially. But for the life of her, She couldn't think of any work sh