Cerpen Santhy Agatha Novels & Stories

“The mate bond.” I froze completely. The petty retort died on my tongue, and Lita whimpered deep in my mind, curling into a tight, defensive ball. “Oh, yes,” Agatha went on. “All those beautiful stories. All those grand fairytales about destined lovers, unbreakable connections, and eternal devotion. And yet, your perfect mate thinks you’re nothing but a cold-blooded murderer.” I ripped my gaze away from her, staring blindly at the cracked wall, but she noticed the subtle flinch. She noticed everything. A harsh, cruel laugh broke from her lips, echoing off the bare room.

Agatha said to Alenna so happy. "What's that thing Agatha?" she asked. “It comes from the humanworld, it is said to be made of gold and a very precious thing. My beloved from human world gave it to me. It is a sign of our love, he said i should wore this in my fingers and not to lost it as if like I cant lose him in my life” she explained to Alenna.] She remembers that Agatha showed her the same thing before, so Alenna felt even more afraid that Samantha might repeat her mother's fate.

Agatha wakes up at 4am ,She quickly goes to the bathroom to freshen up and prepare for work. She still feels very sick but she doesn't want Samantha to stop her from going , she knew she had to pretend to be fine so she could go to work. Samantha who had been pretending to be sleeping while Agatha entered into the bathroom, quickly opened Agatha's hand bag. She takes her cellphone and searches for Harry's number on her phone list. Swiping through the number saved on her android phone , she sights the number saved as Mr Harry.

“What the fuck?” “I did not freeze thy mouth, young man, as I need all minds to focus on what to do, but if ye insist on such foul language, I will do so,” Agatha warned. “Now, please pay attention. Time is short.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “I come from the year 1692. I am a witch. A vampire turned a lovely young lass who was my friend and my protégé, into a vampire. She escaped him before he was able to complete the claiming of her and came to me for aid. I have done what is possible to protect her, but now I require thy assistance.” “I’m confused,” Tim mumbled. “Agatha, is it?”

I breathed. “Yes, my love,” the imposter murmured, leaning closer. I let him. Let him believe he’d won. And then my hands lit with pure silver light, claws forming at the tips of my fingers. Before he could react, I drove my hand into his chest and ripped his heart out. The body before me convulsed, shifting violently as it fell backward. With a loud scream, Agatha’s true form was revealed, crumpling to the ground. Her crimson hair spilled across the stone, her once-beautiful old face twisted in rage and disbelief.

I screamed. Footsteps started approaching us at a speed greater than that of a usual walk. "Eventually, you'll realize that you cannot escape your destiny," Agatha stated. Then she took out a pocket knife and unsheathed it. "What are you doing? Do you want to attack me with that?" I accused her again. On the contrary, Agatha smiled. "Break the seal. . ." She whispered. Then in a swift action, she slit her own throat. I gasped in shock.

Then as expected, a very irritating voice rang in her head, which made her expression unsightly and dark. At this question, Agatha's hand holding the pen stilled in the air and the pair of expressive black eyes looking down to the documents she was working on dilated. Its last word made her think of that person Paul had captured and endlessly tortured since a little more than a week ago.

My thoughts turn to Alora, my other daughter who is meeting, I will never get to see her again The needle pierces my skin, and Agatha's smile widens as she pushes the needle. I feel the liquid immediately. It is hot and uncomfortable. My already bad breathing becomes more difficult. My wolf is fading away- all his fight, gone. My… my insides are twisting and the worst part is that I can not scream or react- I am incapable of doing that, my body is immobile, stiff. . "Thirty seconds," Agatha whispers, checking her watch. "That's all it takes. Any last words, my love? Oh wait..." she laughs softly, touching our swollen throat. "You can't speak, right? Just say your last prayer in your mind …"

Agatha got up, then bowed her head, and hurriedly left Elena's room. Agatha took a deep breath. Last night, Elena asked her for biscuits and a glass of milk for breakfast this morning. But now, she rejected it and said didn't want sweets for her breakfast. “Hah … it's okay Agatha, it's okay.” Agatha tried to calm herself and not get emotional. Agatha Candice, better known as Agatha, was an omega werewolf from Moon Stone Pack, working as a slave in Raymond's house, an alpha and Elena's father. She has a pretty face that was quite similar to Elena that made her a target of bullying by that girl.

He stood for a minute looking down at her beautiful face then opened the small book she had given him, ‘Left in despair Promises broken Forget and forgive Never a truer word spoken A body returned A lesson learned No more I can run My life here is done This rebel defeated Your circle again completed’ Gaston placed the book on Agathe chest folding her hands over it, tenderly he kissed her ice cold lips and then stepped back out of the circle. For a few minutes, nothing happened then a blinding white light enveloped Agathe’s body and she seemed to glow with a blue light, slowly hardly believing what he saw he watched her get to her feet. She turned to look at him one last time a soft smile on