Agnes gazed at the seer with wide eyes, her heart pounding with fear and uncertainty. “Will my child survive?” she asked, her voice trembling.The seer’s expression turned somber, and he shook his head slowly. “The path that lies ahead is fraught with challenges and sacrifice,” he said cryptically.“What do you mean?” Agnes pressed, feeling a sense of dread settle in the pit of her stomach.The seer looked deep into her eyes, his gaze piercing through her very soul. “A great sacrifice will be required to ensure the survival of your child,” he said, his voice steady and unwavering.Agnes felt a mixture of confusion and fear. “But what sacrifice? Whose lives will be at stake?”“The child’s destiny is intertwined with the fate of many,” the seer explained. “To ensure their survival, others may need to make great sacrifices.”Agnes’s mind raced as she tried to comprehend the gravity of the seer’s words. “I don’t understand,” she said, her voice wavering. “Why must there be sacrifice? Can’

As the heavy door of my cell creaked open, Vaemond sauntered in, his lycan eyes gleaming with a twisted sense of satisfaction. I braced myself for the taunts and mockery that were sure to come. The sound of his boots echoed through the dimly lit chamber, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of bitterness as I realized how much he had changed.“Well, well, well, look who we have here,” Vaemond sneered, a wicked grin dancing on his lips. “The mighty Cain, reduced to a mere shadow of his former self.”I shot him a cold glare, refusing to let his words get to me. “You can mock me all you want, Vaemond, but remember, we were once allies. There’s no need for this animosity.”Vaemond chuckled darkly, as if my words were some kind of joke. “Allies? That was a lifetime ago, Cain. Things change. People change.”He tossed a tray of meager food across the floor towards me. I caught it with a sigh, my mind still preoccupied with thoughts of Agnes. I couldn’t let Vaemond’s jeers distract me from the

The village was nestled deep within the dense woods, hidden from the prying eyes of the outside world. Agnes followed the seer through the narrow, winding paths that led to the heart of the village. Small huts made of wood and thatch stood in a circle, their smoke-filled chimneys billowing into the air. The villagers glanced at Agnes with curious eyes, sensing her arrival was not an ordinary one.As they reached the center of the village, the seer gestured towards a humble hut, adorned with various mystical symbols. “This is the witch doctor’s dwelling,” he said, his voice hushed in reverence. Agnes took a deep breath and entered the hut. The interior was dimly lit by candles, and the air was thick with the scent of herbs and incense. The witch doctor, an elderly man with a long white beard, looked up from his work as Agnes entered. His eyes held a wisdom that seemed to reach beyond time itself.“Ah, you must be Agnes,” the witch doctor said, his voice gentle yet commanding. “The mot

My heart pounded in my chest as I heard the voice, realizing that it was not a figment of my imagination. “Who are you?” I asked cautiously, my voice barely above a whisper.“I am someone with the power to make your worst nightmares come true,” the voice replied, cold and menacing. “And I am not someone you want to cross.”I clenched my fists, trying to hide the fear that was creeping up inside me. “What do you want from me?” I demanded, trying to sound confident even though I felt anything but.“You know what I want,” the voice taunted. “The Stone of Shadows. Bring it to me, and I will spare the woman you care so deeply for. Fail, and her life is forfeit. Have you forgotten our deal?”Immediately I knew it was the invisible force that attacked me in the woods, he wasn’t physically here but some how he was able to communicate with me almost like he was in my head. “I’m working on it,” I said, my voice steady. “But first, you have to promise me that Agnes will be safe.”The voice chuc

As Freya met Vaemond before they set off on their mission to hunt down Cain, there was a spark of familiarity and affection between them. Vaemond’s blue hue eyes met hers, and a warm smile spread across his face.“It’s good to see you, Freya,” Vaemond said, his voice gentle and sincere.Freya returned the smile, feeling a hint of warmth in her heart. “Likewise, Vaemond. It’s been a while since we last crossed paths.”He nodded, his expression softening as he looked at her. “I’ve missed you. You have a way of brightening even the darkest of days.”Freya blushed slightly at the compliment. “You flatter me,” she said, trying to hide her growing fondness for him.As they prepared to ride their horses together, Freya couldn’t help but notice how Vaemond’s presence put her at ease. Despite the tension and danger of their mission, being with him made her feel strangely protected.“Are you ready for this, Freya?” Vaemond asked, concern evident in his voice.She nodded, determination shining i