Derek watched his parents dart shock glances at each other, and furrowed his eyebrows, his mind reeling with questions on why his parents were shrouded in unbelief. They weren’t even bothered by Freya’s last rude remark.Freya had mentioned that she was a mage and an ancient.Well, he knew of mages, not that he had seen any, except her mother’s friends, Brenda and her sister-though they weren’t actually mages, just witches.But he knew of mages from his history teacher, Mr Davens, in high school. During one of the history classes, the teacher whom he had always thought as eccentric, had given an in-depth definition of mages. Derek still had that in his head.Apart from his wolf nature, his memory was quite better than a human's. He could remember and quote word for word, the speech of a teacher or the texts from a book if he was in a good mood.Well, according to the teacher: A mage is a term commonly used in fantasy literature and role-playing games to refer to a practitioner of
Derek sighed. He looked at his parents for the third time. There was nothing. They were still in shock. His eyes slipped to Agrip who had been standing all this while beside Ava, his daughter. When had the man stand up from his seat?The man was muttering to himself whilst staring at the group of seven. He would have loved to mind-link the old man and ask him what he thought about the term ancients, but a lot of people were in the hall, and there was no way he could ask that, without it filtering into the thoughts of others. Since he had no private mind path with Agrip, it was almost impossible to send him a message directed specifically to him, in a crowd full of his pack members, unless with intense concentration. He hasn’t heard of anyone being able to do it though.Ancients.Perhaps he could draw the meaning from the mythology book on his history’s teacher’s desk. One time, the man had told him to get his class’s scripts on the table in his office. He had been done collecti
Watching Dobah spew out curses at the term vampire, caused Peter to sigh. It seemed to him that this meeting would go on far more than he had anticipated. His pack needed a lot of explanations. And that was okay. His only regret was that the girl, Emma, wasn’t here. He still couldn’t believe that he had ousted his son's mate. What father does that? He shook his head. He couldn’t believe himself. How had he forgotten that the girl had been the sole reason for the reckless search of the black queen? Hadn’t Melvina’s friend, the witch who had saved his son in that forest from the phantom, mentioned that Emma couldn't be an ordinary human; for her to be on the radar of the powerful witch, Leonarya? How had he ignored that? How had he ignored the fact that the girl looked like Sheila? How had he forgotten the professor’s fascination in her?He soughed. He had actually known that she wasn’t ordinary, but he had let his emotions rule again. And now his pack might pay for his mistakes. H
Hearing the reverential tone in Agrip’s voice, Derek swallowed, knowing that his mentor wouldn’t employ that tone unless the ancients were really worthy of the title. He needed to hear more.“Okay, Uncle. So, what else about them?” He asked, shifting in his seat. He saw Freya glare at him, and sniffed in sharply, turning away from her direction. He understood the girl’s distrust of him.Agrip sighed, then began to speak again.“The term “ancients” is a significant concept in history. In one of the history books, the ancients refer to a group of powerful and ancient beings who have lived for thousands of years. They possess exceptional supernatural abilities and are deeply connected to the earth and its elements. They are portrayed as the oldest and most powerful beings in existence. They are revered and feared by vampires, as well as by humans and other supernatural creatures. Their origins are shrouded in mystery, and they are believed to have been created by a higher power or divin
After Agrips’s description of what he knew about ancients, the entirety of the hall was booked with silence. No one said a word. There was a hush in the atmosphere, so much so that if a pin would drop, the sound was bound to echo. To start with, Anthony sat with his mouth hung open. After hearing Agrip’s explanation, he now understood that the stories of heroes past that his mother had regaled him with during bed time were not altogether false. Those beings had existed, still existed, and he was actually lucky to meet them facially. As a matter of fact, they had been right in front of him the whole time. To think his pack and he, had assigned the name vampires to them, those detestable disgusting creatures? Oh god, it seemed that this period, his pack was cocooned in making a lot of mistakes, starting with Emma. He could now see why he had always felt a thread of connection with the mouthy redhead. She was his little cousin, and he hadn’t been able to protect her, nor had he been
“I am not my father, Aunt Sheila.” Maya repeated, a tear dropping from her right eye. She had seen the instant look that had clouded Sheila's face when they had disengaged from the hug, a long haul from the happy look that had been on Sheila’s face when she had noticed her for the first time. And of course, she had put two and two together, that Sheila as sharp as ever had picked up the murmurings of the people. Well, she hadn’t been surprised. She had known that the pack had been skeptical about the return of her and her family. She had also known that the pack didn’t understand her uncle's affiliation with her family. And she hadn’t cared at first. Yes, she hadn’t cared to prove her loyalty to them. The only people she had cared about proving herself to was her immediate family, to Derek and to Eva, but not to the pack who was as fickle as anything fickle. But Aunt Sheila was different. After her mother and Melvina, the woman was the next mother figure. She had loved her s
Melvina smiled, grateful that Maya had released some hateful brunt on her son’s shoulders, although she knew that things were far from being over, until they found Emma. According to Anthony, Emma had flown back to her place in the United States. Well, that was better since it narrowed down their search. She felt her hand enclosed by her mate's and breathed out, seeking to relax herself further. She understood his gesture because it was something that he had over the years whenever he senses she was troubled. It told her that everything would be okay, and that they would always find a way to fix everything, no matter what. And just as always, she believed him. They would find Emma, and they would fix their son’s relationship, and they would win this war which was approaching, which she remembered now that Emma had foretold, when she had confided in them about her dreams. Yes, it was true that they had made mistakes, but they will surely overcome it all with persistence and determi
CHAPTER 483“A witch? Tempest? Was the witch Tempest?” Sheila asked, a ring of hope and happiness in her voice. Since she had been out of coma, she had been wondering what her friend was up to, and how many children the witch had now. The last time they had spoken, Tempest had been helping her keep her secret, whilst planning her marriage with Stark. How were they both? Did they have children? From the intel she had gathered whilst looking for her daughters, she had found out about Leonarya who had betrayed the community, just like Arnold had betrayed this pack. Birds of the same feather. She mused, also wondering how Queen Zipfarah would be feeling with her daughter waging war against her. Sheila knew that she needed a lot of updates. She couldn't wait to meet Tempest. The latter would fill her first hand on what has been going on in the community, and also help her brush up her spells. It was the latter that had first discovered her mage gifts and taught her how to harness it.