“I said I don’t have to. Everything’s fine, what are you worrying about?” I repeated when he again dragged me out of the room. “And there is nothing wrong getting you checked up. What are you worrying about?” he nagged, making me breathe in heavily and force a smile out. “Get out. You have a lot of work to do, why don’t you prioritize that first, huh?”           His eyes narrowed looking at me. “Why have you changed so suddenly? You’re laughing and joking a while ago, then here you are glaring at me irritatedly.”           My knees collapsed without any warning and streams of water started gushing out of my eyes.     &nb

             A storm of arrows was buzzing and fizzing through the sky. A blizzard of spears was shrilling and slicing through. Battering and beating the enemies under a sunless empyrean. A lesion of lodestar-bright light illuminated the benighted sky.            The battleground became slimy with intestines scattered and greasy with gore. Titian-red blood spurted from their wounds as men wailed and screamed. Sounds of bones were snapping and shattering as a flood of horrendous rebels broke the lines of defenses.           The effluvium of death was all around. The battlefield had been baptized in blood and the bitter, mordant perfume of corpses emanated from it. This is the scenario I see afore me. I can’t define it even more than a single word… This is horror.       &n

 Third Person’s POV           The warm breeze swift past through her long blue-tainted hair. The sound of sea waves crashing through the rocks by the shore made the place so calming. There were no destructive bombings, no clashing of blades, and no cries that fills the air.           Just like the first time he brought her here.           She was wearing a flowing dress. There is this golden tinted lace that was encircling her neck and which holds the fabric covering her chest. On her arms wrapped a long blue silken fabric that extends down to the ground.           It was of different shades of blue. From darker on top and then it became lighter as it strides down to the ground. There wer

  Zaetron Cole’s POV “You be good to your aunt, Keith. Alright?”            My son grinned with all his teeth showing out and his thumb pointed up. “I’m always a good boy, aren’t I?”            I gathered up a deep breath as my eyes closed, taking out the patience I have. “No, everybody knows you’re not.” He got all his facial features from me, but his temper and attitude? He resembles a lot like hers!           Keith frowned and jumped down from Nevaeh’s arms. “I know,” he agreed. “Can I come with you instead?” His deceiving pleading eyes emerged as his

“The intrusion of the vampires on the Kitezh part has risen up since the last attack inflicted by Abberant and Sanguine,” the second Panel alluded. “Have the both of you known that the vampire territory in the west was now uninhabited?” The three Panels were now grilling Diego Alfarro and Marco Czeslaw being the alphas of the said packs. Referring to the incident that dates back two decades ago. The war between the vampiric Daghum territory against Sanguine pack that almost dragged in a quarter of another vampiric territory, the Sinandaya. That battle was then followed by the Abberant pack’s sequential ambush attacks to several vampire towns along Sinandaya territory, causing the kingdom’s total fallout by the second year. And now, Sinandaya kingdom was nowhere to be seen. As if it had disappeared like a popped bubble.“Abberant will only stop at attacks if vampire mutineers would surrender in the Senate,” Diego answered frankly, sitting straight and chin up. Seri