Budapest Novels & Stories

Emily's POV We chose Disney Recreation Centre with the initials DRC boldly placed on top of the building for our date venue. It was a giant building with five components, a bar, lounge, cinema, kids playground and dance hall. Their dishes were deemed most excellent in the southern part of the continent which we were. Vienna was really blessed to have such a prestigious restaurant in it. I think it had about eight branches in the country aside from the one in the capital which we are currently in.

"Fine. Austria is yours." They left Budapest at twenty past eight, the city sliding away behind them in its amber and gold — the bridges over the Danube lit from below, the Parliament building blazing white against the dark sky, the whole ancient and enormous shape of the place receding into the background like something that had briefly allowed them to exist inside it and was now returning to its own business. Elian watched it go with the window cracked two inches, the cold April air threading through. "You know what I keep thinking about?" he said.

I gave my pack a weak smile reassuring them I was fine now and stayed focused on our Alpha. "I know you are all wondering why were are here tonight as we, the Blue Moon pack, don't do many of these pack meetings. We are a peaceful small pack after all." The crowd cheered at our Alphas words. "But being so small we need alliances so we have agreed with the Midnight Warrior pack to help them with anything for their alliance as they are the largest Warrior pack in the world." I knew it!

Birdie said. "Why won't I let you go for excursion? Have I ever stopped you from going before?" Brigitta asked, surprised. "Mom, we are going to Jora." She added, "Jora City, the tallest building in the world is there and I can't wait to see it." "You say what?" Brigitta furrowed her brow in shock. "Jora City for excursion? I'm sorry, no." "Yes, mom. I'll go. That's why I had to come home to tell you. I could have gone without letting you know, so?"

We stopped in front of the building's doors which had a large man guarding it. A huge sign hang above the doors written "Golden Silver" in gold and "men only" was written at the bottom in small, silver italics. "No cutting in line," the bouncer said as he folded his arms. Higan gave the intimidating man a black card and he took it. After reading through, he handed the card back to Higan and stepped aside. We walked into the building and I squinted my eyes at the small lights that illuminated some parts of the room with different colours. Some people danced around while others talked in corners.

"Why are you so relaxed. You bastard! You really are. he couldn't believe it. Zavier was actually just afraid that Alessia was lost and it was difficult to communicate with the residents there, who mostly speak German. spoiled. Alby patted Zavier's shoulder soothingly. "You haven't forgotten her skills, have you? My girlfriend is a great woman, you don't have to worry about her." said Alby then left Zavier there. He took his cell phone out of his pocket and put it to his ear. "I need your help" Hofburg imperial palace, Vienna (Vienna) Austria | Europe. At 10:09 AM.

—Lapzburg city, Northern Kingdom— Two hours later, Daniel cast a teleportation spell that led them right down a dark alley that pierces the marketplace in downtown Lapzburg, the capital of the North. A wild cat hissed at all of them because their presence disturbed the cat from eating the roast chicken that looked like it had just been stolen from one vendor in the market. Ursula shrieked in a half-choked voice because she did not want to disturb the diva, who finally returned to her lunch, grabbing Ivan by the collar.

Ayla stared at the final line scribbled in ink. Failure will not be survivable. She closed the folder slowly. The apartment Lucian had secured for her was in Malá Strana, the quieter, older district of Prague. Stone walls. Iron balconies. A view of the Vltava River where fog rolled in like secrets. Inside, it was minimal—just like Lucian. White walls, a bed, a desk, and a chessboard already set up. She went to the window. Watched people cross Charles Bridge beneath gaslamps. Her heart thudded—not in fear, but anticipation.

“I guess you’re certain we can trust him if you’re suggesting we go there?” “Oh, yes. We can trust him. He’s quite trustworthy. He lives out in the country because he hates almost everyone, though. We will have to find an untraceable way to get there.” “Do they have rideshare there?” Mary asked. “I don’t even know what country that is.” “It’s the Czech Republic,” Ella told her, not blaming her for having never heard of the town. “They might, but it will be difficult to get a vehicle large enough for us and all of our luggage.”

Uche lifted his brow and was watching the King as though he had developed a tail. “The evil forest where unwanted babies are disposed of and left to die.” It was Gorcha, King Nnaji’s war strategist that spoke. “Living in the north, we believe that the people of Ame have a forest where they dispose of abominable babies. And rumors have it that the spirit of the west resides there.” “Oh,” Uche chuckled, “You mean the forest of Iyi? No spirits are residing there. It is just a place where rubbish is being disposed of.”