Stolen LifeShe was taken by one of them, though she was not certain about that one yet, because she felt like she was being rescued for some reason. And those that took her first, the corpse-looking lady is far from rescuing her. One thing is clear for Elinor, they want her to be killed.He is dressed like the rest of the four: In a black hooded cloak. She could not see his eyes because he was covered with his long hair, not to mention his hood. She wanted to see if he had the same hollow eyes as them. In that way, she'll know if he's one of them.He came out of nowhere, wrapped his hands around her waist, and pulled her down to the dark forest. But they didn't land on the ground. He remained flying under the wide trees. To give those up there a hard time finding her.He recalled the moment they saw Elinor being captured by Aurora. They were too late. They found her too late.But despite having a deal with them on who will get Elinor shall win, Ernest has long abandoned that. It was
One Against Many"Who is she?" Elinor recalled her dreams where she dreamed of the mysterious woman she thought was so divine and godly because of her captivating beauty."She was the very one who killed Judas.""And someone brought her back to life? Do I have something to do with it?"Ernest shakes his head. "I am not certain of that. But she showed up in your dream, did she ask you something?""She told me once that she needs me. But I didn't dream of her again after that. The next time she appeared in my dream was a few years part," she said. Elinor was waiting for Ernest to say something back. But when he was just sitting quietly beside her, she tilt her head to look at him and found that he was deep in thought.There was a crease forming in between his eyebrows, and his eyes were perplexed."If she is, you know, brought back to life. What will happen?"Ernest heard Elinor's question, but it was like an echo bouncing around his head, haunting him by just the idea of the possibili
The once angelic face of Esmeralda now morphed into a grotesque-looking lady.All of it was a show. To lure her into believing that she is an angel, someone who will come and save her, but really, something sinister is hiding behind her angelic, perfect facade.Hearing those words coming out of Esmeralda's mouth, Elinor felt as though her whole world collapsed in one snap.But like any other being, the very first thing we try to do in an attempt to protect ourselves from the damaging truth is to be in denial.And just like that, Elinor refused to believe what Esmeralda said. She unconsciously starts to shake her head at her, her lips quivering with extreme anxiety.She felt as though her body would give up if Colin was really gone. And in an effort to keep herself together, Elinor strongly denied it. "No, that's... not true. You're lying." Esmeralda sneered. "Now that I come to think of it, you are right about that somehow."Her heartbeat intensifies every single second that passed.
Werewolves and WitchesLong ago, there was no bad blood between werewolves and witches.No lines were drawn between them, no werewolves were burned and cursed, and not a single witch was ripped and feasted by a pack of wolves.Werewolves and witches have each other’s backs, and for so many years, they conspired to defeat their mutual enemy-the vampires. Needless to say, they were allies.Witches were a great help to werewolves. They are powerful and magical creatures, and it has somewhat become common knowledge to all werewolves to never underestimate the abilities of a witch, or better, never get under their skin, ever. You either choose to be on their good side, or you’ll keep watching your back for the rest of your life, it’s all up to you. And werewolves, being extremely intellectual and practical creatures, chose to maintain their alliance with witches.For hundreds of years, witches served as the healers of werewolves. They concoct potions, worked on their spells that can restor
The DealThe floors of the old Victorian manor creaked at his every step. Moonlight streaks penetrate the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the dark room that he’s in.He stopped at its center where a round wooden table is set and took one of the seats.He turned his head toward the huge window and stared right outside, waiting for the full moon to appear behind the thick clouds. And when it finally shows itself, Ernest slowly places both his hands on the table and took a very long, deep breath.Ernest then shut his red, bloodied eyes, and in his mind, he fearlessly summons one of the powerful creatures—The Spirits.He understands how great danger he’s getting himself into by summoning the presence of The Spirits but he also knows that this is the only way to keep his remaining relative alive.No matter what, he must make a deal even if it means putting his own life on the line.A strong wind, almost like a hurricane stirs the room. Ernest can hear the violent flapping of th
Recurring DreamsElinor stirred awake, face slumped against a pillow, as she blindly reaches for her bedroom windows handle. When her hand felt the glass, she gave it a little push just enough for the fresh air to enter and replace the humid air of her room. She laid on her back, eyes still shut, feeling the night breeze cooling her damp skin.She woke up bathing with her own sweat as she forgot to leave her window ajar again for the nth time.She lay there still as a rock, trying so hard to maintain her drowsiness and go back to sleep again. It is too early, she thought. She could even hear Glinda’s snores downstairs.The gentle air that rustles the leaves of tall trees that surrounds their house lulled her back to sleep. But about a couple of minutes in, she realized she is about to have another one of those vivid dreams. Those dreams where everything seems surreal but she is fully aware that what she sees is not real.Elinor could not count the times she’s had a dream like this one
When Soulmates Eyes MeetElinor stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her gaze trailed down the emerald dress she was wearing that went past below her knees. A black cloak was dangling on her right arm. She held a book in her hand, which for her, is a must-have when venturing outside.She looked very neat regardless of her red hair being let down, with some strands freely cascading down her shoulders. For a moment, she almost wanted to tie her hair up into a bun but decided to just leave it as is. Her hair was just way past her shoulders, totally manageable.Glinda had told her it is quite windy outside. And so, she tucked her hair in the back of her ears and secured it with a hair clip made of pearls.Earlier, Glinda had just arrived from outside of the town. After having some breakfast together, Glinda went to her chamber, while Elinor went upstairs to change into her outdoor clothing.She gave her reflection a final look before she picked up her empty basket and headed downstairs
The Scarred AdmirerColin never really cared to go to such lengths in order to let someone know of his feelings. Yes, he had liked someone before Elinor came to view.Some of the ladies he liked were friends with his cousins. They used to bring their friends with them to their estate, and Colin, who always roamed around like a ghost, would set his eyes on a lady that stirs something inside him. A crush, as one would describe it.However, Colin was not blind nor deaf to the rumors that go around the entire land of Ashmore. While his siblings and cousins do their best at shutting down rumors that put him in a bad light, they can still hear the echoes of it even now. It is almost felt by him that he is even slowly accepting it. Not because it is true. God, no.He is not a beast, like what few people would describe him. No, he is not a cursed child. And above all, he is capable of love.It is funny when you try to think of it. How two-faced a creature is. And even funny when some of them