Sorah's POV.-“Sorah?”Just kill me…of all people to meet out here like this, why does it have to be him?My body stiffens and I guiltily shiver in my spot, watching with profound dread, my brother, Yasha closing the few yards between us in powerful quick strides. His gait scares away the few people loitering along his path as his deep bluish-green sharp eyes zero down on me. He’s so mad, he might kill me! What do I do? Should I make a run for it? That’ll only get me into bigger trouble once he tells Mother and Father. Oh dear, guess I’ll just prepare for the worst.“Sorah? What are you doing out here?”This is a different voice. I blink and avert my eyes to the side where I see Devon approaching. He raises a brow at me, wondering what must’ve driven me out of my cave and into the streets I’ve been forbidden from. Before I can put my thoughts together and answer him, Yasha zips the distance and grabs my wrist cruelly. I yelp with a wince and he glowers down on my very existen
Sorah's POV-Burning fluttering tingles explode across my being, my eyes roll, and my head swoons in endless circles. My frisky hands fist his shirt while his grip my waist and hold the back of my head steady as his fierce teeth gnaw on my lips to force his entrance.This is so hot and insane. Never did I imagine kisses could be so…ah, what do I even know? Our lips fall apart and it’s now I realize I’ve been holding my breath as I stagger and grip his arms for support while I catch my breath and stabilize my vision. Looking up at him, I see his crimsons garnering dark swirls that send a pleasant jolt down my spine, and he retracts his hands to cup my face tenderly.“Are you ready?”Carefully searching his keen eyes, I wonder if it's because I'm currently irrational. But, can the subtle traces in the corner of his eyes be taken to connote concern?I nod my head eagerly, discarding the last restraint in me as I give him my firm response. The dangerous glint in his eyes springs to
Andreas’ POV.-“Andreas- No, don’t!”My hand hangs at my side, wet and dripping with blood. The room is tensely silent with the only sound being that of the dripping blood from my hostile attack just now. My eyes switch from being wide to squinting with scorn as my lips twist aside to spit a rank hiss. “To think you would step in to protect him,” I begin in a low rattling voice. “Are you trying to imitate Mother? You think you can become anything close to the fool she was?” I give a short cruel laugh, grinning at him with feral belittling eyes.My reflection glares at me from the bent position he maintains before the little boy. His arms wrap protectively around the shivering boy and on his porcelain immaculate face, is a healing slash on his cheek while blood drips off his chin. His jaw moves stiffly and his deep vocals come out with a threat shocking to me as he warns, “Don’t you dare speak of mother so disrespectfully, you insolent retard”.Our mother as I’d put it, was th
Sorah’s POV.-I gasp dramatically with my tremoring fingers just before my agape mouth as my eyes splay wide from shock. It happens so quickly. Just before the tips of the Vampire’s fangs can break through my skin, Mortiz is onto him in a flash. She shoves him away so aggressively to plant a defensive guard before me to keep him from coming close. With fright funneling through my body, I watch through shaky eyes as the Vampire grunts and glowers grimly at her.“I won’t miss my aim again” Mortiz warns coldly, her voice stern and letting me know once more just how capable a Demon she is. I know if she strikes him again, it’ll be over.The Vampire holds his reproach while gripping the left side of his chest that’s bleeding into the lime-green cardigan he wears. The sight of blood dying into the bright fabric doesn’t sit well with me and I start to fidget with anxiety.He moves his blood-red lips rustily to imitate a wry smirk as he rattles hoarsely, “I guess I underestimated
Sorah’s POV.- The Claude Estate. One of the four prominent elite Hunter families in the Hunter Village. The humongous brick and glass mansion still marvels me even though I’ve been here once before. I fist my nervy hands over my thighs as the limousine cruises around the large water fountain and comes to a stop right across the grand entrance.Devon meets my gaze with his alight ones and says in a mirthful voice, “Welcome to your new home, my Dear Sorah”.His joy stupefies me into speechlessness. I’m well aware of how deep his fondness runs for me. But constantly being exposed to his passionate affection like this… always makes me tense and guilty at the same time.What do I know about love? I offer a tender complying smile and watch him step out after the door is brought open by a male valet. Scooting to get out after him, he suddenly presents his hand to me. I pause and stare at his large hand before looking up to see his face.His tall and well-built frame shields me from
Sorah's POV.-Andreas? It's impossible but...My shaky hands ball into fists as I enter into a state of intense contemplation.Could he have found a way to cure his curse already? No, there's no way he'd have found a biddable Sorcerer this quickly.I bite my lip with brows puckering from confusion. What do I even know? Mei hasn't brought the day's Newspapers to me yet. Might as well inquire about the incident from those workers.I drag my feet to the edge of the turn where I step out at my pathetic pace and resilient tremors causing my face to flush and twist from discomfort."Um, good morning" I start in a weak voice I never intended to. Feeling embarrassed, I quickly rush my words pensively."Pardon my eavesdropping, but could you tell me about that incident?"Now they're staring at me like they don't know who I am despite being among the train that came to welcome me just yesterday.The two women standing closely with their hands cupped to the side of their mouths while they gossi
Sorah's POV.-This person! I whip my slightly shaken gaze aside to meet a grinning face and delightful deep blues. “Hi Sorah, I’m Diana, Devon’s younger sister. A pleasure to meet you.”I don’t know why but, something unsettling rattles within me to meet this person. And I know it’s not something good at all.“Ah, i-it’s a pleasure here as well,” I say to her, still frazzled from just now as she helps me stand upright. Her kind eyes squint a little as she smiles, “You’re just as beautiful as he lauds. He never gives me a breather without singing your name.”“He’s been bewitched, I tell you” She concludes with a snigger, making me flush and blink my eyes with surprise.She emits the same energy as her mother and it should make me calm down and relax my nerves, if only that lingering unease I still can’t comprehend will just go away. “Hey, Diana, don’t go spouting nonsense to my beloved” I look away from the sniggering woman and over to the one pacing quickly to meet us. My
Sorah's POV.-“You really are a klutz, aren’t you?” I snap my head to my right and see her shake her head at me while holding a hand out. With light movements of her fingers, my body reacts and straightens into a proper stance. My eyes are dreadfully open wide as she begins to walk closer to me.Did she just use magic?Reading my puzzlement, she grins playfully and affirms, “Yup, I’m a Sorcerer. Your guess is right”.What? I rattle with shock, unable to believe it. It’s impossible, this shouldn’t be. I mean, Hunter Families never birth Sorcerers. What’s going on here? How’s she a Sorcerer? As I felt earlier, there’s really something uncanny about her. It’s a strict tradition we abide by without any ounce of defiance. When we choose between receiving supernatural endowments from the Demons and receiving physical combatant arts that enable us to become Hunters, we stick to our division throughout our bloodline and never convert to the other side. At least, that’s what grandmo