[EIRA]
Josh held her arm as she inched closer to Damien. The vampire suddenly dropped to his knees and covered his face. He was crying.
Trish's corpse lay in front of them, her eyes wid
[EIRA]The moment she felt her feet touch the solid ground, Eira was pushed off balance. A stake she had stuffed in her pocket fell to the floor. She opened her eyes and gasped loudly.
[JOSHUA]The only way was to escape. They could neither not stop the hoard of vampires nor the werewolves. There were too many of them. And the witches had his mind in a knot. How could he somehow get rid of them? They were only astral projecting. No spell could throw them off.
[EIRA]Somewhere along her way, Hela found her and did not miss the chance to pounce over the witch, pinning her to the cold, hard floor underneath. As the claws on her fingers dug into the skin of her shoulder, Eira screamed but also, the very next moment, she snapped her fingers, twisting Hela&rsq
[JOSHUA]They did it together. Raven began muttering the spell as her hand came in contact with the talisman. The witches at the door didn’t even see it coming and before they knew it, the power of the
[JOSH]Even ten days after the massacre at the Black Hall, not a single soul involved that day could stop thinking about how all of it could've been prevented if only a few trustful, true words had been exchanged. The effect was seen on each one. Many lost their lives and many others people who they cared about. The signs of recovery however were blooming all around. People were forgiven for their bad deeds out of the kindness of the hearts of those who had been at the suffering end. Surprising to Josh, Eira had been strangely calm about having Raven in the mansion. The latter refused to return to the Black Hall and although she denied it, the warlock knew, deep inside she was mourning for Alexander. Nate—another surprise to him—had been chosen to represent the vampires in the supernatural coucil. The bloodsuckers had been oddly agreeable and united about peace—again another surprise for the warlock."Are you giving up already?" Josh asked when he saw Eira lazily throw the herbs in
The only certainty of life is death, everyone proclaims. But what happens when you die and don’t remain dead? • There was something different about Orilon that night. Something lingered in the cool air, a strange scent that John Williams couldn't quite place his finger on. But he knew there was something. As he walked towards Malcom's Shack to meet Sheriff Holland, a crow flew past him — close enough to bump into him. Startled, he fell backwards, his heart picking up pace. Considering it to be a coincidence, he stood up, dusting the dirt from his clothes. Just then he felt an eerie sensation that someone was following him. He turned around abruptly but nothing seemed out of place. The roads were littered with towns folk, going about their business. Sighing, he kept walking and walked into Malcom's Shack. Sheriff Holland was already there, waiting for him, her feet tapping impatiently against the floor. "Thank you for meeting me here, Sheriff," he said, taking a seat in fron
*TWO DAYS AGO* The woods of Centaurus Forest stretched out before Damien, a labyrinth of gnarled trees and shadowy pathways. He had walked here several times before in the darkness of the night, the only time he could enjoy being outside. But that night, he did not feel any comfort. Every now and then he kept glancing back, his unbeating heart thrumming against his ribs. What he couldn’t do to feel that sensation again. Only now, he was glad he could move without making any sound. A moment’s distraction and he could find himself pounced upon by a large wolf or another one of his kind, a second’s skirmish and then a take jutting out of his chest. The image made him shiver, although his blood was colder than the winds blowing about. Damien wasn't one for regrets, but the memory of his recent actions gnawed at him like a relentless beast. He wished he could rewrite the past, reshape the outcome of his deeds. Yet, the past remained immutable, a heavy burden he bore alone. Joshua was
'While the people of Orilon were still trying to uncover the mystery behind the animal attack that resulted in two dead, they had to witness another incredible event last night.' The reporter cleared his throat and took a brief peek at the paper in his hand before continuing, 'Apparently, Orilon experienced a 'blood shower' but before any of you jump to any conclusions, we want to inform you that our town's renowned scientist, Rayna Cooper has done her research on the matter and she has figured out that it was all a result of a complex scientific phenomenon. We will come back with a detailed explanation after a short break.'Damien yanked the remote out of Nate's grip and switched off the TV. He briefly acknowledged that the flatscreen TV place in the living room stuck out like a crow in a flock of pigeons. The furniture from the 1800s didn't go along well with the modern-day electronics. The chandelier peeked at him from the ceiling above, polished as ever. He looked away and glared