Semua Bab The Forgotten Luna: Bab 81 - Bab 90

DamonThe shrill cry of my phone ringing broke me out of my thoughts. How long had I been driving? Four? Five hours? I couldn’t tell. My mind was tuned in on one thing. And that was finding Isaiah. But my chances were growing slim. I looked up and saw the twilight breaking through the sky. Morning was approaching, but I felt there was still time. I could still catch Isaiah. I could smell his scent in the air. It was strong. It wouldn't be long now until I caught him. All I needed was a little more time, and then he’d be mine. My eyes darted to the phone that sat by the passenger’s seat. It was Rohan’s name on the ID. What was he doing? Checking up on me? That was pathetic for someone like him. I didn’t need anybody to look after me. I could do this myself. I was going to take down Isaiah. And he was going to tell me where he was. The morning sun shone through the windshield, almost blinding me. My body ached in pain from the fight that happened a few hours ago. Isaiah had wiped the

DamonImpossible. That was the word. There was no way this could be happening. Isaiah staying with humans? No. It couldn’t be true. There had to be something more. There was something he was hiding, and I was going to the bottom of this. But first, I needed to get this family to safety. They were all in danger. “I’m sorry I took so long in the shower,” Isaiah said, grinning. “Oh. Don’t worry, breakfast is ready, you may have a seat,” the blonde woman said. My eyes darted to the kid beside me. He was terrified as he stared at Isaiah. He knew something was off about him. His father was seated at the table, a newspaper concealing his face. He was nonchalant, absentminded from the impending danger. The only one amongst the three who had the premonition of death was this little kid. “So what’s your name?” The blonde woman said serving me pancakes with eggs. “Uhh. I’m Damon,” I stuttered. She smiled at me. “Damon. I’m Daphne. And this is my husband, Adam and our son, Cole,” she introd

DamonI gazed at water gushing out of the faucet onto my hands. I was lost. For a split second, I forgot where I was. I sighed and splashed the water on my face. I looked into the mirror above the sink and looked at my damp face. My jet black hair was scattered across my forehead, there were dark circles under my green eyes and my cheeks were stained with dirt. I was a mess. My mind brought me back to the issue at hand. Isaiah. He was going to kill this family. I knew it. But when? When was he going to unleash his wrath and hunger on them? I didn’t know. I had to get them to safety but how was I going to do that? They wouldn’t just believe me. Plus I would be breaking a secret oath that had lasted thousands of years if I showed them who I was. I was lost. I slammed my hand on the wall and the house trembled in response. I could feel the rage burning in my chest as I recalled his laugh. He was enjoying this. Torturing me to get into action or making me sit there while he slaughtered

DamonThe rain tapped the windows continually as the rain poured down. It was like a storm. And in my chest, a storm of rage grew larger. I was glaring at Isaiah, my heart racing as I waited for him to act. He seemed to be enjoying this, his gold eyes gleaming with excitement as he stared at this. I stood corrected, this was exhilarating to him. I could feel the adrenaline flushing into my bloodstream, the rain outside fueling the tension that crackled between us. “Come on,” I called. “I’m when you are.”Isaiah chuckled, his eyes never leaving mine. He was smart. The second he took his eyes off me, I was going to act. But he was way smart to afford me that. His fangs gleamed as he lunged, his gold eyes burning with hunger. I ducked, my boots slipping on the kitchen tiles, and tackled him, slamming us both into the living room. The coffee table splintered under our weight, wood shards flying as we crashed to the floor. Rain pounded outside, a gray curtain blurring the windows. I

Cassian The figure in the darkness moved towards me and I couldn’t help but stifle a chuckle. This was one of my oldest prisoners. He’d been here for more than a decade, and I was certain he was getting tired. But I wasn’t going to let him go until I was done with him. “Have you come down here to watch me wallow in suffering?” A male voice asked. It was hoarse, plagued with wariness and revenge. I shoved my hands into the pockets of my suit and smiled at him. “You don’t have to worry about that, Sybil. You will be free soon,” I lied. “What?” I heard him growl from the depths of the cell. And in a flash, he appeared before me, his hands grasping the cell bars. That was when his face was revealed. His hair had grown bigger than I imagined. His face was covered with dirt and his blue eyes were dull. This wasn’t how I remembered them. They were once bright and filled with life. Well, he was much younger then. “Yes, Sybil. I will free you once you carry out my wish,” I said with a c