Linda Tran Supernatural Mga Nobela at Kwento

The blood bag dangled from her fingers, half-empty, the plastic crumpled where she gripped it too tightly. “She got Vincent’s powers,” Linda whispered, her voice trembling. The words came out of her like a confession, barely louder than a breath. Lya swallowed, her throat tight. “Something really did change,” she said.

At first, nothing happened, then Lilith blinked, she returned to normal after that, then suddenly she blinked again, repeatedly this time, her smile faded slightly. She touched her forehead. "Are you okay?" Helena heard the woman asked Lilith. "Yes." Lilith nodded. "I think I'm just tired." Helena watched carefully, she smiled even wider as Lilith took another sip, then her movements became slower, her cheeks flushed, and she shifted uncomfortably in her chair. "What is happening to me?" She listened as Lilith began to shiver. "Perhaps you should sit down." The woman said. "I'm fine." Lilith mumbled, attempting to take a step but she immediately had to hold onto the table.

She reached out her hand. The Spirit smirked. “No buts… as thank you for the entertainment… no payment is to be made.” And then the mischievous and unpredictable spirit disappeared. Luntian’s gaze went back to the monster. Now, as unfortunate as it is, all is up to her to cleanse the Soul of Luther. “Young man…” Luntian says, pleasantly surprised at how steady her voice is. “Listen to me, I can help you. I can help you enter the realm of the spirits peacefully, without pain.”

“Like… a storm inside me. I got mad. And then the air moved. Like the wind pushed him.” Caitlyn squeezed his fingers gently. “We’ll figure this out, okay?” Kane nodded, but I could see the fear in his eyes. I turned to Caitlyn, lowering my voice. “He’s changing.” She nodded. “So am I.” And for the first time in my life, I felt something I rarely allowed myself to feel. Pure, unrelenting fear. That night, another ghost from our past returned. Linda. She stood at our doorstep, soaked from the rain, her clothes clinging to her thin frame. Shadows lined her eyes, exhaustion weighing heavy on her face. Her hands trembled slightly as she met my gaze.

The girl lying on this thin mattress is what remains after the transaction closed. I am a low maid of the Lycan Palace, registered, tokened, and assigned to the east wing lower corridor. My days now belong to bells and orders and the silent judgment of stone. And the palace has already closed its teeth around me. I do not yet know how sharp those teeth will prove to be, or how deep they are willing to bite. I only know that tomorrow the testing begins, and that I must meet it with the same quiet endurance that kept me alive through every year of the cottage.

They did get through it but not without changing, they changed everything about themselves completely to reach the top. They only trusted each other and no one else. But Amber and Angel had noticed that something had changed since the past year. It was on Li Chen's death anniversary, they didn't know why but Anna became an entirely different person since that day. They couldn't remember the last time they saw her smile or laugh at jokes. She sort of became the ultimate barrette, learning all of the skills taught without difficulty. Pushing herself really hard, at some point they didn't even see her as human anymore.

Miss Emma and miss Linda, I could only worry about their fate. With a trembling hand, Linda turned the knob, and the door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit chamber. My eyes widened as I caught sight of other figures, looming in the shadows. They were unmistakably werewolves, their eyes glowing with an ethereal light, their forms both fearsome and captivating. Linda's voice broke through my thoughts, urging me to continue inside. I hesitated, uncertainty gnawing at me. “What about you?” I asked her, searching for reassurance. Linda simply replied, “Go on.”

I managed. We all watched as Linda disappeared into the crowd after that, looking like a completely different person from the one who had tormented me for so long. I still wasn’t sure if I was awake, or if I was back in Edwin’s bed, having a very strange dream. There was a moment of stunned silence before Tina broke it in the most… Well, the most Tina way possible. “Wow... Who killed Linda and replaced her with a nice person?”

I’d rather kill myself. Just as I prepared to jump, a hand grabbed me from behind and pulled me into the trees. We hid in the shadows until the soldiers passed. I turned to see who had saved me. Linda. The most feared, rogue witch. “Why are they after you?” she asked, her voice soft, old, and frail. “I don’t know,” I lied. She laughed. “I can see your thoughts, child. No one lies to Linda. I see both your past and present.”

Isaac asked, “Yeah, everything is fine,” I smiled. “Ok, if you three have an identical rune, how about a memory leap chain?” Max smirked. “You're on to something, what if Lilith would find her using our memories as a scent,” Isaac agreed, “No, that means she'll have to use the demonic energy field, No— there be another way,” Stefan shook his head, “Or I can teach her it's not difficult to tell the difference... Lilith, when you teleport, what surrounds you? What are you seeing?”