In the city square, the witches and mages had joined hands, formed a circle, and began chanting. The humans and vampires of Hieroland protected the circle from the vampires of Vilaria. The chanting got louder with each passing second. There was a vibration in the air. One the feel the power radiating from the circle. The wind picked up and the earth started shaking.
Behind the circle, the priest and Aurum engaged in a ferocious battle. Their energies clashed and it shook the ground. Everyone became a little unsteady, but the witches and mages did not let go of their hands and continued chanting.
The priest stood on the platform looking down at Aurum who had fallen to the ground.
"Why shall I suffer at your hands?" Aurum cried, sweating profusely. He looked at Hieron. "You destroyed my life once. Wasn't that enough?"
"A mistake on my part," the priest calmly replied. "You did plenty wrong before you came to accompany the tribe, as I seem to remember. I am
Once the dust settled and the smoke vanished, Wes and Willow saw that all the vampires in the vicinity had been turned into humans. People were rejoicing as their hunger and bloodlust dissipated. They hugged each other and shared tears and smiles."I didn't mean to hurt that boy I swear," Willow heard a woman say, "I don't know what came over me."The newly turned humans were sharing stories about the horrors they had done while being consumed by bloodlust.Wes saw Luke reuniting with his family and went to talk to them, while Willow found Ava and Rus standing on the right side of the platform. Two of the priest's apprentices were carrying the body of the late king to burn on the pyre they had created in the open field where the tent was.Ava had a bright smile as she felt the sunlight on her face."You look happy," Willow remarked."I am no longer a queen. I'm finally free to do whatever I want. Of course, I'm happy. I can travel now. Live
“Are you sure this is the right place?” Willow asked Zack for the hundredth time, feeling queasy. They walked to a quiet part of Syllton city where people were more likely to be mugged or murdered. Zack gave her an annoyed look. If he and Willow hadn't shared adjacent cubicles at work, he would not have been friends with her. But then again, no one but her would agree to go see a fortune teller on a Friday evening. So he let the annoyance seep from his body and pointed to a desolate, gray-colored, two-storied building. “We're here,” he stated. On the second floor, Willow and Zack entered the room, which was painted purple from the inside and had soft and slow music playing in the background. Willow immediately smelled the strong lavender scent coming from the burning incense and instinctively covered her nose. The edges of the room were lined with cabinets that consisted of three drawers each, some of which had crystals lying on top of them. The crystals reflected pieces of lig
The night grew colder as the prince walked through the corridors toward his room in the dim lighting of the chandeliers. He walked in, quickly taking off his coat and shirt before tossing them on the floor. The space in the room was more than he would ever need, a nuisance. The lavish lifestyle, the riches, and the glimmer were no stranger to the prince, however, he had no fondness for the things his title bestowed upon him.The wind caused the windows to shiver and the flames of the candles to sway swiftly. Through his peripheral vision, the prince saw the silhouette of the girl sleeping on his bed, covered with a comforter. He walked closer to the bed. The dim light cast a candescent radiance on her, perfectly highlighting the shape of her face. The prince was surprised, but not shocked, to find someone in his bed.Against his better judgment, he alleged her to be an intruder with ulterior motives. His previous encounters with infatuated girls had formed a prejudice in his mind. Whe
Willow took longer than usual to process what had transpired with a shocked look on her face."What... what the hell?" she said flatly, trying to get her hand out of the cuff. "You cannot do this. Let me go!"The prince reclaimed his interrogative position on the chair."You have two choices. Speak the truth now, or I'll throw you into the dungeon, where you'll have no choice but to speak the truth. However, I must say that the latter would be a far harsher and more violent option. How did you gain access to the palace and my room?"Willow's mouth was left hanging."How dare you! You are severely violating my rights," she agitated. "How can you call yourself a human?"He opened his mouth to say something but then closed it. His brow furrowed slightly."I... don't," he said after a brief pause. "Enough with the deception. I want the truth. How did you find out where I was staying? How long have you been spying? Which kingdom do you belong to?"She waved her free hand in the air to stop
Time slowed as her heart rate increased. In her vision, the golden interior of the throne was woven into threads that could potentially be tied around her throat. Willow stood in the middle of the room, not to be scrutinized in this manner. The golden throne room exuded an aura of opulence and grandeur. The walls were adorned with intricate golden filigree, depicting mythical creatures and elaborate patterns that catch the light and cast a warm, inviting glow.The centerpiece of the room was a majestic golden throne, elevated on a dais and embellished with precious gemstones. Its tall backrest is adorned with golden motifs, creating a sense of authority and power.The room is spacious, with a high ceiling supported by golden pillars, each meticulously detailed. Crystal chandeliers hang from above, casting a sparkling radiance throughout the space. The polished marble floor reflects the golden hues, creating a mesmerizing effect.The king, dressed in his expensive bejeweled robes, sat
"Stay here," he said as he walked away. She was too tired to argue and instead chose to sleep on the comfortable bed. That is until she heard a knock on the door a few minutes later. Even the smallest noise woke her up. She opened the door to find Ava standing outside and moved aside to let her in, but Ava remained standing. "I just wanted to make sure you were all right," she explained. "Are you sober?" Willow asked. "Yes. And I assume you're fine." She was still tired and dizzy. For some reason, she realized Ava would not enter the room, so she crouched until she was sitting on the floor, her back against the door frame. Ava sat down as well, her knees hugging her chest and her regal gown spilling around her. "I don't think that's appropriate for a queen," she said. "Don't worry, I am not your queen. And it's all right as long as no one sees." Willow sighed as silence fell between them for a moment. "Am I a prisoner?" Ava cocked her brow. "Believe me, you wouldn't have to
What do you say to someone when someone close to them dies? I’m sorry? Are you okay? Here’s 10 million dollars to make it all go away. No, no. That’s definitely not it. She deleted the last line. A day before she entered the land of vampires, Willow was on her way to the university. The sun blazed down on the blooming wildflowers growing along the side of the road. She walked beside the swaying leaves, brushing a stray strand away from her face. A lovely day to contradict the somber subject of her article. Death. She deleted the entire note and switched off the phone’s screen. The walk uphill from the bus stop to her college was peaceful and scenic. A calm that couldn't be replaced by anything else. Willow had moved to the city of Syllton after getting her heart broken by her childhood best friend, Maxon. After crying for days, she abruptly took her college acceptance letter, packed up her things, and left her old life behind for a better future. And even though her decision
Willow resumed her work and was too preoccupied with her screen when she heard the dreadful clicking of heels. “My office now,” her boss said. She quickly stood up and followed her. On her way, she noticed Maxon exit the elevator and walk to the opposite side of the office. Even at a lower level, he was practically her boss because the company was owned by his father. Willow quietly knocked on the boss’ door before entering without waiting for confirmation, and she returned to her cubicle in seven minutes. She sighed and opened the Word document. “What did she want?” Zack, who was sitting in the adjacent cubicle, inquired. “She wants me to write an article about CC Drinks,” Willow grumbled. “Uh ha, and what’s wrong with that?” “CC Drinks is the worst!” She tried to whisper because she was afraid someone would hear her. “They are harmful to the environment and to your health. All of their products are loaded with sugar! And they