With their backs against the wall, the trio retreated to the safety of their sanctuary, the abandoned cabin. They spent hours pouring over ancient texts and scrolls, seeking any knowledge that could help them in their quest. Edna's knowledge of demon lore, the time she spent in hell and her family's hunter traditions proved invaluable, as she discovered a ritual that could weaken the Shadow Lord's power.Their plan was to perform the ritual at the heart of Everwood, where the darkness emanated the strongest. The ritual involved harnessing the elements of light, purity, and courage to create a protective barrier against the Shadow Lord's influence. It would require all of their combined strengths and unwavering faith in each other.As the sun set, painting the sky with hues of orange and purple, the trio stood at the center of the town square. Marcus, in his werewolf form, emanated a radiant glow that served as a beacon of hope. Derek, his eyes reflecting the fading sunlight, calle
Marcus bared his fangs, his hackles raised. "We won't let you bring chaos and destruction to this world, Amelia. We were friends once, but now we must stand against you."The battle commenced with a ferocity unmatched. The clash of fangs, claws, and weapons echoed through the night as the friends-turned-foes fought for their lives. Each blow landed with the force of a thunderclap, the ground quaking beneath their feet.Derek moved with supernatural speed, his fangs sinking into Mr. Lancaster's arm as the demon howled in pain. "You underestimate us, old friend. We may be creatures of the night, but we won't let evil prevail."Edna's arrows found their mark, striking Amelia in rapid succession. The once-human girl stumbled, her demonic form weakening with each hit. "Amelia, please! Fight the darkness! You're stronger than this!"Amelia's eyes flickered momentarily, a glimpse of her former self shining through. "Edna... Marcus... I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice filled with regret
Edna’s POVFor as long as I can remember, humans, wolves and vampires lived together. It wasn't that simple as there's always a struggle for power among them. Everyone wanted to be superior but despite that, humans still fell on the bottom rank. The vampires and wolves were at the top of everything controlling us and treating us like subjects. It was quite demeaning and infuriating but that's all it was because humans didn't have their super speed, or strength or hearing abilities. We were just humans… simple. We were weak and useless, like they like to say.At some point the humans weren't happy with the way they were ordered around so they started a revolution and everywhere was a mess. The vampires and wolves agreed to give humans equal power and everything looked like it was going fine but I know the truth, nothing was fine. Beneath the interaction between the three species there was still underground rivals taking place. There was still attacks, killings, misconduct against oth
I didn't leave the scene immediately, I wanted to see how it all played out and maybe because I loved thrilling drama mixed with murder too.It didn't take long for patrol wolves to rush into the club and searched for him. Wolves had a unique connection that allowed them to speak to each other telepathically. It's mostly between family members, so when a family member dies, they feel the connection cut and come running to find them. For patrol wolves to show up, it could only mean one thing. The wolf I just killed was connected to the royal family.I had obviously investigated him before to know that, but I didn't care because even if he was a deity, he would still die by my hands. Soon, the patrol wolves came out with a botched head and burnt body on a stretcher. The burnt skin was one of the effects of the silver and the head was probably due to his head slamming hard on the toilet. The partying was immediately put to an end and people filed out one by one with a traumatized look o
My eyes fluttered open and apart from the sunlight trying to blind me, I saw two heads looking down at me.My eyes widened as sleep immediately cleared from my eyes, I raised my upper body up in an instant, and on reflex tried to pull one of them into a chokehold.“Woah, calm down, miss” The person said as he dodged my hand quickly. I move in again for a blow when he held my hands and pinned it above my head, bringing his face up close to mine and that's when I saw his face clearly.I knew that face, it was Derek Halligan. The son of the sovereign leader to Vampires and the mysterious heir to the throne.And that's when it all started coming back to me. Last night, the club, killing Tate, Marcus calling me his mate, running, then another guy calling me his mate too and lastly, me falling unconscious.The ‘another guy’ was freaking Derek Halligan, no wonder I found him oddly familiar. I turned to the side to see Marcus with amused eyes staring at me, like I was a specimen to experiment
Derek's voice brought me back to reality. "Anyway, we need your help. The hunters have become more organized and are becoming a real threat to our kind. We think they might be planning something big."I raised an eyebrow. "Why do you need my help? You're a vampire, you can handle them, can't you?"Derek leaned forward. "We need your expertise. You're a hunter, and you've proven yourself to be quite capable."I smirked. "So you want me to hunt my own kind?"Derek shook his head. "No, we want you to help us find a way to stop them. We can't keep living like this, always in fear of being hunted down."I finished my pancakes and wiped my mouth with a napkin. "Fine. I'll help you. But don't expect me to be your ally. I'm still a hunter, and I still have my own agenda."Derek nodded. "We understand. We'll provide you with whatever resources you need."I stood up and stretched. "Good. Now, where's my bag?"Marcus stood up and led me to a nearby room, where my bag was sitting on a table. I qu
One evening, as I was leaving the meeting, one of the hunters, a young man named Deaton, approached me."Hey, Edna," he said, smiling at me. "Do you want to grab a drink with me?"I hesitated for a moment before nodding. I knew that I had to keep up appearances, and spending time with them outside of meetings was a good way to do so.One evening, as I was leaving the meeting, a young man named Deaton approached me. His eyes were red-rimmed, and his face was etched with pain."Hey, Edna," he said, smiling at me weakly. "Do you want to grab a drink with me?"I hesitated for a moment before nodding. I could tell that he needed someone to talk to, and I wanted to be there for him.We went to a nearby bar, the sound of clinking glasses and chatter filling the air. We sat down at a booth in the corner, and Deaton ordered a whiskey. As he took a sip, his eyes took on a faraway look, and I knew that he was about to share his story."My sister was killed by a vampire," he said, his voice rough
The next morning, as I approached the location that Damien had given me, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. The night was eerily silent, and the full moon illuminated the area with an ominous glow.As I got closer, I could hear the sound of growling and snarling in the distance. I knew that the rogue werewolf was nearby.I slowly crept forward, keeping my senses sharp for any sign of danger. Suddenly, a massive figure leaped out from the darkness, landing in front of me with a loud thud. It was the rogue werewolf.The werewolf was massive and imposing, easily towering over me. It snarled and bared its sharp teeth, ready to attack.I quickly reached for my weapon, a sharp silver knife that I had hidden in my pocket. I had trained for years to use it, and I knew that it was my only chance of survival.The werewolf lunged forward, its claws outstretched. I dodged to the side, but it caught me off guard, and I stumbled backward, narrowly avoiding its attack.I regained my footing