Jonathan Harker's Journal Novels & Stories

She asked, looking to Hunter. He shook his head somberly. “Remember what I told you the other night, Bella. When it comes to the Family—” “There are no coincidences,” Bella finished for him, collapsing back in the chair. “I also found this,” said Hunter, unzipping his jacket to reveal the scarlet book. It really looked more like a journal now that Bella was looking at it closely. He undid a bronze latch that was keeping the leather cover in place. There was no title that she could see, and the first few pages appeared blank save for a rather long handwritten dedication.

But I know I’m not the same person anymore. I remember that fateful night when it all began. Carnegie Hall. My date with Jonah. And then…intermission. My….feeding? Killing someone? I still can’t remember. I only know what they told me. I know that I did something that night, but it’s all a blur. Whatever I did, it still sits like a pit in my stomach. I’d never want to harm anyone. The next day, I felt the change in myself. I was definitely becoming stronger, faster, more sensitive to light. I smelled things, too. Animals were acting strangely around me, and I felt myself acting strangely around them.

The wind above the dungeon didn’t help my wounds at all, I covered myself with an item of clothing used by the one I strangled. I found an old hut inside Domlur and decided to go in to treat my wounds and to find an exit to this place. I sat on the ground and ripped my sleeves and tried to stop the bleeding by lightly tapping the cloth against my scraped flesh. Come to think of it, I’ve seen a lot of male werewolves but not female werewolves. I am into hunting for so long but I have never once hunted a woman. I tried to look outside; it may seem like a normal day with people walking around but this is all a façade.

Gabriel is in shock as he sees another moon. A red moon appears and begins to creep over the moon. “The energies that passes through them is the same energy that flows from the sun to the moon. A substitute at least,” Samuel explains. Warren receives a brief call. “Hey, hunters are coming. I knew they had a plan,” the detective warns the Count. “I expected them to, but no worries. They won’t reach us,” Dracula says and claps his hands together. They hear strange sounds from the sky. The sounds gradually grow louder as crows appear from the dark sky.

Sera POV I spent the entire night reading his grandmother's journal. The entries weren't arranged chronologically. They jumped between years and visions. There were fewer lucid moments and more pages of frantic, barely legible warnings. Some passages were written in an old pack script I could barely decipher. Others were in plain English but filled with metaphors and symbols that made little sense.

After the wolves walked for a while, a door was flung open, the hinges creaking with the need for lubrication. “Great Lycan, we've brought the spy,” one of the beasts announced once the echoes of the creaking door died down. “She is a stubborn one.” They tossed me like a rag, and I shivered. The increased cold felt like a whisper of danger that would destroy my soul until nothing was left. I sighed hard. Things were not going as I imagined. After some deep breaths, I sat up, opened my eyes and almost yelped because I thought I had gone blind. The stark darkness around me was intense, if I had not seen a faint light at the far end of the room, I would have gone mad.

"I have nothing left. Except him." The guardian didn't respond. I crawled forward, each movement agony. "I know I'm not special. I know I don't belong here. But if there's a chance, any chance at all that the king can help Dorian, then let me try." The guardian looked toward the mountain. And suddenly, I heard it faint but unmistakable. A heartbeat was coming from the mountains. It echoed from within the stone like a pulse in the earth itself. He's here. The Lycan King.

A hunter like me really wants to find out information about werewolves to report to the organization. The room is quite soundproof; I put my ear to the door but only heard intermittent sounds that made me not understand what they were saying. I was highly uncomfortable, changing many positions to hear better as if it was useless. Then, the room suddenly fell silent. I had a bad feeling and ran back some distance from the room. At this moment, the room’s door suddenly opened, and four men came out of the room. I only know two of them, Jack and Dante. Jack saw me, pointed at me, and yelled, “What are you doing here? What are you plotting?”

But I kept looking for anything that I could find. I finally picked up a pair of tweezers and I grabbed something out of one of the wounds on Jillian’s body. I put it on the tray and I put the magnifying glass and tweezers down. “What is that?” Lucas asked. “What I was hoping not to find. It’s brown fur.” I said. “A wolf.” Lucas said. “They weren’t killed by vampires.” I said. I turned around and I kicked another tray that was behind me and it flew across the room before hitting the shelves and it fell over.

Gonzalo nodded solemnly, his eyes reflecting the flickering light of the hearth. "Someone as special as you," he murmured. "And it is yours now." The journal became my refuge, offering glimpses into a world where myths and reality intertwined. Each entry revealed more about werewolves, about the community he belonged to, and their struggles to maintain a balance between two worlds. It was written fiction, but Gonzalo did not know that werewolves were real. Whoever owned this book encountered or spoke with a werewolf. Was it Caleb? Because of the way it was written and the descriptions, it seemed like Caleb.