Mag-log inSage.“I am not interested in your war with the werewolves, I just want to help her regain her consciousness,’ I stated.The witch mere scoffed. “And yet here you are with a Succubus who is very hungry by the way, why do you starve her so much?” she asked and stroked Aurora’s neon green hair.“I rescued her,” I said. “I am not the one starving her. Her owners are responsible.” It was like everything I said only disappointed her further more. “Succubus cannot be owned.” She said with a shake of her head.“There is so much you do not about the nature of magical creatures.” “You are wrong, there is so much I do not about a lot of things.” I said with a sigh. “I did not even know that I had a sister or that I was related to a witch. I don’t know who my father is, I don’t know who my mother is, I don’t know who I really am. I am just a wolf who is grasping for the barest of sanity.” The witch looked at me with her eyes widened. “Well count my luck stars, you are the first.” I frowned
Dominic.The thick smell of guts and blood was in the air as I stepped into the mansion. It was quiet and somewhat deserted. Maybe Asher had ordered everyone out. His mental call had been close to incoherent and unhinged. I followed the smell up to the spiraling stairwell. Mixed with death stench were two people I knew with Asher. Ava and Andrea, the somewhat shy third wheel.My mind was filled with questions. Most of all it was what had supposedly happened. I followed the olfactory trail to the doorsteps of Asher’s room. The door was ajar. I did not want to touch anything so I gently pushed it open with my left foot.I was greeted with the sight of blood covered wall
Sage.“Aurora?” I whispered in the dark.I heard muffled sounds coming from Kieran’s closet. I tiptoed to the closet and pulled it open. Aurora was on her side with her hands bound behind her back. A black ball gag was stuffed into her mouth and her legs were tied together.Aurora thrived on physical contact. She feed off intimacy and sex. The most efficient way to deprive her of those things was to make her immobile. She was also blindfolded. The only organs of her body were her skin, nose and ears.“It’s me, Sage,” I said and removed her blind fold. I did the same with the ball gag. The ropes burned my hand when I touched them.“Mistress Sia uses magic on the ropes,” Aurora said.I had no time for this. I held on to the ropes again and tried to pull the magic into me. It felt a strange pulse seep into me and the ropes cane apart. I did the same for her legs. I helped her upand pulled her out of the closet.Together we snuck out of Kieran’s room and entered mine. “What is wrong
Icarus.“You are not better than me because you managed to get a few punches in,” Xena said and struggled to get on her feet. Her knees wobbled and she landed on her but. “Will you look at that,” she scoffed. “You shut of my nerves.” “I did not get better, Xena, you just got worse, you stopped trying.” I replied feeling sorry for her. “You fight angrily and there is a lot on your mind. You are distracted and in pain. You are me some years back.” “Are you going to psychoanalyze me to death too?” she replied.“I am not interested in being your therapist, xena but you look very pathetic right now.” I said getting weary of this pointless exchange.
Sage.Witches have been here all along in secret. “How have they not been detected?” I asked Dominic as we walked past people cleaning up the halls of residence. This was the third time they had been wiping it clean of blood.“We need to ask the one person who holds all the knowledge regarding witches,” Dominic replied.I frowned. “Who?” “Marcus.” I shook my head. “You are mistaken,” I said. “That old wolf knows nothing about witches, trust me, I have asked.” “He pretended not know based on orders,” Dominic curtly replied. “The subjects of witches are a sensitive matter and only werewolves of high-rank or nobility can access the information on them.”I was disgusted by the way people used class or inequality to hide knowledge from others. If I had known about the way magic worked maybe I could have saved my sister by now.I was a bit saddened by the fact that Marcus was forced to lie to me. I was not angry at him, again, I was angry at a system that pitted family and friends agains
Asher.“Give us the chance to make real change,” I said to the nameless and faceless talk show host. I was bored to death of these numerous publication I was doing. I was already regretting being the de-facto face of this regime.“So, you are telling all werewolves of Silver Crest to give you their trust,” the old glistened haired man said with a practiced smile. I nodded and returned a genuinely fake smile towards the camera. “I can see the irony in my words, but understand that Silver Crest under our rules has become safer because I and the other Alphas knew what was meant to be done rather than hide behind empty and meaningless protocols.” I stated in a casually professional manner. “So, their trust is our greatest priority.” The host asked me a few more superficial questions and I gave the same answer but in different flashy words that held no real weight. Politics.I was glad when it ended and I shook the hands of the talk show us and smiled for the cameras for the hundred
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Asher was a master of spectacle, and that night he proved it beyond any doubt. As we arrived at the restaurant, I realized with growing disgust that he was a politician down to his very bones, every gesture calculated, every smile practiced, every moment an opportunity for image management.The roy







