"Your leg is considerably better." His enthusiasm was evident. "In all these years, I've never seen such a rapid recovery, not even in one of our own."Alaric's voice sounded surprised, and it made my cheeks warm."Yeah... I always recover quickly." I smiled shyly. "I never get sick or injured... It must be some genetic thing.""Interesting..." he murmured. "You're very different from the humans I've known, Violet."Alaric looked back at his clipboard and sighed. His hand passed over his neck, and a nervous laugh escaped his lips."There's something that makes me question if you're really human." His nervousness was apparent. "But I'll need to investigate, and here I don't have the necessary resources."I sat on the examination table, and my skin tingled as I felt Alaric's cold stethoscope on my chest."I don't understand... I'm just a regular person." I said, watching him jot something down on his clipboard."Regular is not a word that applies to you, young lady." He winked and smile
"Wake up! Wake up quickly!"I open my eyes and see Ivy with a worried expression. She sighs in relief and sits at the edge of the bed."Ivy? Did something happen?" I ask, confused."I came to check on you, and something strange happened." Her voice was shaky, as were her hands.I sit up in bed and rub my eyes; I'm still very sleepy, and Alaric's medicine is still taking effect."I don't understand, I'm very sleepy." My voice comes out slow and drowsy."When I entered the room, you had your eyes open, whispering something I didn't understand. Your eyes were violet, and the stone on your necklace was glowing the same color." Ivy's voice trembles, and her eyes are teary.I sit on the bed, trying to stay awake enough to calm her."I got confused, and when I approached, I touched you, and suddenly, a man appeared in the room, looking at me menacingly." She speaks with nervousness, and tears roll down her face."A man?" I ask with a confused voice. "Where did he come from?"A chill runs dow
People around me always talked about supernatural creatures and how they walked among us, humans. I've never been one to embrace mysticism and popular beliefs; truth be told, I've always been skeptical about life. I wasn't the type to believe in religions, supernatural stories, or even aliens. I always believed that such stories were told so many times that they caused collective hysteria, something that justified these visions and encounters with the unknown.In childhood, my dream was to grow up, get into a good college, and have a good enough excuse to leave this small, outdated town and go somewhere that truly understood me. The only people who understood me in this town were my friends Austin and Pierre. Even though my twin sister was the person who understood me the best, the one who truly felt that everyone in this town was crazy and that we had to get out of here, we weren't as close, and it only worsened with her move to our grandparents' house.As the years passed, I graduall
Violet Hathaway Hathaway Residence hours before Today is Annabel's birthday, my 2 year old little sister. She looks a lot like me, everyone says so. Annabel is white, with black hair and blue eyes. She's like I was when she was little, except for her eye color, mine are black. My name is Violet and I am the eldest of the twins. My identical twin is named Sarah, but she's been living in another city since Mom found out she was pregnant with Anna. I think Sarah just wanted to have her own life, so when she was sixteen, Dad allowed her to live with Grandma on the farm. Fortunately, today she is here. Let's celebrate our sister's birthday as a family. I help Sarah move the party decorations out into the backyard. Several pink and white balloons are hanging in an arch. Behind the arch is a pink panel with some of your favorite cartoon characters. Colored lights adorn the backyard, which is filled with light wood tables and chairs. In the center of each table is a vase of white roses,
People laughed and chatted lightly as I stared at the phone, oblivious to my growing apprehension. I stared at the footprint photo, and the image of the imposing brown wolf echoed in my mind. However, even considering the size of this wolf, I suspected that the paw in question did not belong to him. It appeared to be from an even larger animal. Jeez, is it possible that there is an even bigger wolf in this forest? Soon, legends about men turning into beasts and being exiled to the forest occurred to me. If these legends were true, then the stories about demonic creatures that fed on human blood could also be true. I laugh to myself, amused by my own imagination. This can't be real. There must be a logical explanation for all of this. I decide to search the internet for information about “Direwolves in the Legalville forest”. To my surprise, the only results I find are reports from locals about encounters with giant creatures, legends and intriguing stories. I come across a blurry
The birthday party was lively. The children played and many were almost asleep at the time of congratulations. I found it funny how children were able to expend their energy easily. With Dad's help, I cleaned up the mess in the yard." So, daughter. " His calm voice catches my attention. " Tell me what happened to you." Nothing happened. " I speak confused. " What are you talking about?" I know that something very serious must have happened to you. " His voice sounds worried and he looks me in the eyes. His attitude gives me goosebumps. " You stayed quiet in your corner, I thought it was tiredness. But after you left your room, it seemed to get worse. She became quieter, she stayed at the table the whole time. You didn't even pay attention to Dália when she came to talk to you. You're not like that, you're always the life of the party.I give an awkward smile at his comment. His power of observation was one of the things I liked most. Dad always knew when I was bad or sad. He was one
I spot the pair of black boots slowly approaching me. I wanted to move, but fear paralyzed me. My hair is yanked, and I scream in pain.I look towards my assailant's face and am shocked to see entirely black eyes and a blood-covered face.He didn't seem human; his skin was extremely pale, as if there was no blood in his body.Desperation fills me as I recognize that face. It's the same mysterious man from the party. I struggle in his arms, and he smiles satisfied.His hand touches my neck but quickly recoils upon reaching the chain, as if it hurts him. He snarls at me like a cat about to attack another.I see Dad crawling down the hallway, his body covered in cuts. Dad thrusts one of his hunting knives into the creature's ankle, and I hear its guttural scream."Cursed worm!" he shouts before throwing me downstairs. I feel my body ache with each step. "How dare you try to hurt me, you insolent worm?""Run, Violet!" Dad yells as I struggle to get up. His eyes lock onto mine, determinatio
"I still think we should kill this girl and then eat her," a hoarse female voice speaks disdainfully. "Don't make that face; I bet you thought the same when you saw her unconscious body in the forest.""Don't be stupid," another irritated female voice retorts. "You know Dylan will never allow anyone to touch his new human pet.""So be it," the first voice says with disgust. "If no one devours her, she'll end up like all the others.""I wouldn't say that if I were you, sis," a man speaks with enthusiasm. "She survived an attack by a bloodsucker; that alone is impressive. Now knowing it wasn't just any demon but..."His voice is interrupted by a canine growl, as if he's about to reveal forbidden information.A flash of memories passes through my mind, and I feel a pain in my chest remembering my family. They were dead, and it was my fault.If not for my foolish actions, they would all still be alive, and I wouldn't be going through this.I hear another growl, and my body shivers, going