LUCASMrs Haughter seemed to know a lot about the ‘bond bracelet’. What was funny was that I didn't know it was called a bond bracelet, well, it had been on me for only sixteen years.She had very shocking things to say about the bracelet. Things that made me see my mother as one big liar. That was the shocking bit though. I knew my mother had been lying about something, I knew that since I was little. She wasn't a very good liar so I had caught her lies on several occasions.The story my Mum told me when I was little was that my father was a soldier who went to war in a foreign country but was killed in battle. I bought that story till I was eleven...and at that point I had began to reason a little more. If my Dad was a war hero, why didn't I have videos, pictures or anything that would make me know that he existed. With all these in my mind, I had challenged my mother. I had demanded for honest answers because her story had many holes which she had tried to cover. It didn't work.Wh
TILDAChanging for every werewolf meant different things. I mean, it was ideally the same thing but meant different things to every werewolf. To most it was a time they felt free, to some it was a time they felt more powerful, to some it was a time they felt like royalties, a time they felt special. Generally, changing was always a wonderful experience for werewolves.Well, not to me though. I wouldn't pretend that I didn't love the way the metamorphosis felt… though it was estatic. Even beyond that. I wouldn't lie that I didn't crave the power I felt whenever I changed. The feeling I always got wasn't something that could ever be expressed in words. But then it wasn't an issue of whether I felt good or not but rather an issue of control. A sort of tug between the wolf and the man.There were questions I had about the nature of werewolves and that was funny as I was one myself. Me being a werewolf didn't mean I understood the whole nature of werewolves. I didn't and I had many unansw
TILDA“I keep telling you,I keep telling you but you never listen.” My mother said, as she shoved cereals into her mouth.It was almost 7am in the morning and me, my brother, Mason, my mum and Dad, were having breakfast at the table. We were all having cereals, or better put, we all had a bowl of cereal in front of us but only my Mum managed to eat though her mouth kept running.“The Moon Night is always dangerous, you have to have someone with you, there are many girls your age you should move with.”Dad disagreed. “That is just nonsense, she isn't at fault, she didn't try to violate herself, it was that pumpkin faced simpleton and that's who we should be putting the blame on.”“I will rip him apart, I'll do that.” Mason said, barely having eye contact with anyone. He seemed calm but he was boiling inside.“I will contact Declan, he will take care of this.” Mum chipped.“You will what? I'm capable of dealing with that little monkey with the IQ of meat,” Dad yelled.“I won't put my be
LUCASAfter I heard everything Mrs Haughter had to tell me that day, I decided against confronting my mother immediately. I didn't even act like I was angry though I was furious that strangers knew more about me than I myself. What made it more annoying was that some of the things I learnt from Mrs Haughter seemed to be common knowledge. It wasn't some sacred secret that only a few knew about. It was something I was certain literally every Supernatural knew about. It was another sunny morning and immediately after a heavy breakfast, I met my mother and asked directly to take the bracelet off my wrist.“Do you have a death wish? Haven't you learnt a thing...you know I can't, what's this all about?”“Cut the drama and the lies and everything now, I know everything, no thanks to you though.”“What are you talking about?”I began to tell her all I learnt from Mrs Haughter and Mun was unusually quiet. She just sat where she was and listened.“You believe a teacher you met a month ago ove
LUCASI sat on her bed and watched as she told me of her experience with Clenk on the last Moon Night. I stared at her calmly, watching her speak and noticing that she didn't want to look at me in the eye.That was perfectly fine, she had gone through so much, it was very understandable if she felt tensed.“Thanks a lot for coming, I really appreciate it.”“It is the very least I can do.”“Still I'm thankful, it is really comforting that so many people care for me, especially in this moment, it feels really comforting.”“Glad about that but I have to say, I really feel like killing him.”“That is like the tenth time I have heard that today.”We both chuckled and I changed the topic just so her mind could go off the trauma she faced last night.After succeeding in making her laugh more, I asked, “Are you are okay?”“I am sure I'm not but I will be.”I stared into her face and her beauty, just like the first day I saw her, arrested me. Perhaps, what I loved the most about her were her l
LUCAS George and I did discusssed in his home for over two hours. We talked about all the different way we go about getting the bracelet off my wrist. Apparently, George had no plan...he had one which involved him using dragon fire to melt the bracelet off me. We realised that that would only lead to me losing an arm, that would probably still have the bracelet around it.We talked and talked and talked. Nothing seemed to come out as a way to get the bracelet off me. I stared at the ugly looking thing around my wrist and it was almost like it was mockng me, telling me it was never getting off. It was done with magic but we didn't know anyone who could do powerful magic that could remove the bracelet. So far it seems my mother was way more powerful than all the magicians combined….no one could have a chance at removing it...it seemed.“Hell, why won't your Mum let you be who are? She is not doing you any good, doesn't she see this?”“I feel the same way too, but her brain processes th
DAMON Kelvin was a werewolf who ran a Casino in Landera—a town four hours away from Woodhidge. Kelvin used to be a vital piece in our ‘friendship trio'. While we were in school, we had done everything together and we were, without a doubt, the hottest boys in school as well as the strongest werewolves. We were so popular in school that the term ‘Damavin’ was coined by girls to refer to me, Mason and Kevin. We seemed inseparable.I remembered those night we would spend in the woods alone. Playing games, drinking, smoking and doing everything we knew we should not do. We weren't scared of anything, not the dark, not the wild animals we could encounter in the wood or anything the night could offer. We were three young confident boys who were capable of turning into big wolves in an instant, what could possibly terrify us beside ourselves?As soothing as those memories were, they were long gone now. After we had graduated from high school, I had gone to college, Mason begun to start sev
EVELYN I was counting my steps as I walked to Karen's home. It was something I had started doing since I was kid, and for some reason, people had found it quite disturbing.. especially my Mum. Well, I couldn't blame her as when I was little I used to count aloud but now the crazy was all done in my mind.No one really knew why I did that, or rather, why I had started doing it. For me, it was both relaxing as well ‘focusing’. It really helped me concentrate, and as a kid that was something I had had serious issues doing. While it was alright for kids to not be able to focus, I wasn't allowed to do so. As a witch, or a sorcerer of any sort, mind control was arguably the most important skill. Before any magician could do anything, the mind had to permit it. The mind, of course, didn't have any ‘energy’ of its own but was there to act as a switch. Now, as the mind was there to permit magical acts, it was left to the magician to keep it under perfect control so such acts would come in use