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Chapter Thirty-Five
Dmitri
"Where is she," Dmitri asked frantically as he burst through the basement door with Max trailing behind him, the smell of rotten animal flesh mixed with herbs and flowers and musty dusk hit Dmitri and Max hard. And it was difficult for Dmitri not to scrunch up his nose with disgust, however the moment he heard that Sara and Nina had found Angel he rushed over as soon as he could. He felt his anxiety like a thick bag over his head, suffocating him in anxious worry and crippling fear. But if it meant he could have his Angel back, he would pierce through everything to find her. Sara ushered him to the dimly lit table where a crystal was glued to a single spot on a map of Transylvania."She's in a place called Hoia Baciu Forest, a famously believed haunted forest in Romania. In the centre of the forest is an ancient castle hidden with a powerful spell, so this castle has been hidden for centuries," Sara explained and showedRelated chapters
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AngelicaA white curtain brushed softly against my cheek as I starred out the window watching the gentle wind blow through the trees just outside. I sighed with annoyance. I knew I was in a dream, I don't know how but I knew that this place wasn't real. It was too calm, too surreal, too foggy, to be anything but a dream. All I could do was watch the trees from this window inside this fake nursery room. Whatever this room, this place, was I knew it was made of magic because I couldn't leave. There was no door to this room. All there was in this room was a crib, a rocking chair, an empty bookshelf, a simple grey rug on the wooden floors and this window draped with white curtains. The walls were a mint green, the blankets in the crib were a sunshine yellow with a simple brown teddy bear and a fluffy white cushion. Nothing changed. The only thing that really changed was my ever growing belly which I believed was the only thing keeping me sane. Judg
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DmitriHe stared at the miserable grey tombstones, his parents' names engraved into the stones; Dmitri and Sara buried them that gloomy morning. It poured with rain then and it was pouring now. At this moment, though, Dmitri didn't care. The air was suddenly chiller, his breath a visible thick fog, it seemed that the world was growing colder by the day, almost as if the Moon Goddess, too, was grieving. However, mourning will have to wait because his anger was stronger than his grief. So much had been taken from him; Angel, his parents... It was all becoming too much to bear, but he knew that once he rescued his Angel then everything will be all right again. He had to believe that.His thoughts suddenly were interrupted by a sad, gentle voice. "I know they weren't perfect parents," Sara choked as she grabbed Dmitri's arm to hold for support, "but I think they did their best and I know they loved all of their children. All seventeen of
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Nina BlackMagic is delicate, contrary to popular belief. Magic is a part of the soul for those born with it, it’s a part of that persons’ life force so if the magic was to be used too much it can drain that persons’ life force which is very dangerous. Nina knew the dangers of losing too much magic, the results usually vary depending on how much magic an individual has in their soul, of course. So when Nina observed Sara struggling to breathe and stay awake she knew that Sara was wearing herself extremely thin. Sara had been using her magic to create potions for many of the thousands of Werewolves going to war to help them became resistant to magic. Sara has been working tirelessly for days and Nina can see it has taken its toll on her.Concerned, Nina led Sara out of the stuffy basement and upstairs into a small little sitting room with just a few armchairs sitting in opposite corners with a plast
His Hidden Child Chapter Forty-Two
MaxThe awkward silence was as thick as gross stale air which made Max extremely uncomfortable. Carla had been told that her sister had been taken, by who and while everyone expected anger even hostility towards Dmitri, who was was supposed to be protecting Angel. But no one expected her to be angry with herself. She paced around the small little sitting room, her new clothes a little too big for her, swishing as she moved, muttering angrily how this all her fault, how horrible of a sister she is and how much of a horrible person she is. After she was done pacing around she sat down where Sara was sleeping and sobbed quietly to herself.Nina, Max, Sara and Dmitri didn’t want to leave and yet being there felt as if they were intruding on a personal moment. Max just kept staring at the carpeted floor while rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably, at least for a while. Carla hiccuped and then mumbled, “I
His Hidden Child Chapter Forty-Three
SaraThe thick, smokey fog and the dense cluster of eerie trees made it difficult to navigate through Hoia Bacia forest, however, with Sara and Nina’s magic the thousands of Werewolves and Witches were able to keep on the right path, especially with everyone walking together in close-knit groups, mind-linking every five minutes just to check in. It kept them all together. Sara stepped over a decaying log, morning dew clinging to her leggings and sneakers. At least her thick jacket is keeping her warm enough. But even though the cold seemed to stick to her skin and chill her fingers, she oddly enjoyed the fresh, clean smell of the forest, the sounds of the birds and the feel of the morning dew on her fingertips. It reminded her of her childhood, her brothers and sisters sneaking out into their garden on early mornings to play. Happier days, she thought bitterly sweet to herself.Amidst her memories, she glimpse
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