Clara and her mum sat at the dining table, savoring a delicious dinner of hot Apple pie paired with refreshing fruit juice. " ...so how was school today, darling?" Dr. Ellen asked her daughter, her voice filled with warmth and curiosity, eager to hear about Clara's day. "Well, it was quite okay, thanks," Clara replied, taking a sip from her glass of juice, feeling a mixture of contentment and a hint of excitement. "What about work?" Clara inquired, genuinely interested in her mother's day as well. "It was good too... So, did anything strange or noteworthy happen in school today that you'd like to tell me?" Dr. Ellen asked, her eyes searching Clara's face, hoping for a glimpse of any encounters with Damian. "Strange?... Nothing strange happened, really. Well, except for the fact that an unexpected visitor came to school today," Clara revealed, a soft smile gracing her lips as her thoughts drifted to Adams. "An unexpected visitor?" Dr. Ellen repeated, her mind immediately jumping t
“What are you?” the sheriff asked, his voice trembling with terror. He couldn't fathom whether the being before him was a man or a monstrous creature responsible for the trail of death. The only discernible features were the two piercing, glowing red eyes that stared back at him. Drawing closer, Damian's eyes intensified, emitting an eerie and unsettling light. “Death,” he replied with a chilling certainty, effortlessly lifting Sheriff Jenkins from the ground and forcefully slamming him against the wall. The sheriff could feel the sheer strength and menace emanating from his attacker. “I heard you were searching for Eric Damian. Well, here I am, and I have a little present for you, ” Damian taunted, his voice laced with sadistic satisfaction. Slowly, he extended his hand and plunged it into the sheriff's chest, causing unimaginable agony to course through his body. The sheriff let out a piercing scream, his voice filled with anguish and despair. Sheriff Jenkins gasped for breath a
Clara looked really confused and terrified about this; how could she be affected in real life by something that happened in her dream? Location: Great Hill High Time: 12 noon (During lunch break, Clara and her friends sat at the table eating, gisting, and laughing, but Clara was unusually quiet.) Mathias noticed that his friend Clara wasn't really contributing much to their conversation, unlike her usual self, and he sensed that something must be bothering her. However, he didn't want to ask her about it in front of everyone, so he decided to wait. After they had finished having lunch in the cafeteria, Clara and her friends headed out to the basketball court to watch their school team practice for the upcoming finals. As they walked, Clara excused herself, saying she had to use the restroom. After a minute, Mathias also excused himself, using the same excuse. As he searched for Clara, Mathias accidentally bumped into Tyler, one of Steven's friends, and Mathias thought, "Oh no, pl
“Is it... my destiny to kill Clara?" Mathias muttered, his voice filled with confusion and desperation, as he grappled with his inner turmoil. Mrs. Fernanda's voice resonated with a mix of authority and concern as she explained, "Yes, my child, it has been foretold long ago. We witches are the guardians of balance in the supernatural realm, the bridge between mankind and the creatures of darkness. We bear the responsibility to keep these powerful beings in check, for the sake of humanity. But hybrids like Clara... they are an anomaly, even among the supernatural. They pose a grave threat to both worlds. We already have her father, a result of the chief elder's regrettable ignorance. Though he became a hybrid, his inability to reproduce offered a small measure of solace. Yet, everything has changed now. Somehow, he managed to father a child, and soon, she will have children of her own. Can you fathom a world where hybrids roam in countless numbers? One alone is a catastrophe... but two
"I believe you, even though it's rare for an animal to save a human, but I have heard such cases before... maybe the wolf was drawn to you by your smell or out of curiosity or for whatever reasons it had. It really doesn't matter what matters is that it came to your rescue, so in some kind of way, the wolf is your friend. However, the big question now is, since the wolf is your friend, why are you having nightmares of it instead of sweet dreams?" Dr. Olivia said, her voice filled with genuine curiosity and concern. "I... I don't know, but I don't think the wolf that saved me is the same wolf in my dreams," Clara said, her voice tinged with uncertainty and confusion. "How do you mean?" Dr. Olivia asked, her tone encouraging Clara to elaborate. "That's because they look kinda different from each other," Clara said, her voice trailing off, revealing her struggle to articulate her thoughts. Dr. Olivia paused, her brows furrowing as she contemplated the information for a few seconds. "
Clara sat in her living room, feeling exhausted after her session with Dr. Olivia. "So, tell me, how did it go? Dr. Olivia is quite intriguing and amazing, isn't she?" Clara's mother, Dr. Ellen, asked. "Well, you can add 'lunatic' to her list of admirable qualities," Clara retorted. "What? That's a harsh thing to say. I thought I raised you better than this," Dr. Ellen responded, unimpressed by Clara's attitude. "I'm sorry, Mom, but I think her methods are completely crazy. How on earth does she suggest that meeting up with the wolf I saw in the woods will help stop my nightmares?" Clara explained, her frustration evident. Her mother was taken aback by Clara's words. "She said that?" Dr. Ellen inquired, wanting to ensure she had heard her daughter correctly. "Yes, she did. Seriously, are you sure she's even a qualified therapist?" Clara said, sinking into the couch. Dr. Ellen pondered for a moment. "Well, if she believes it will help, I think we should give it a try. We might ne
Mathias lay on his bed, squeezing his eyes shut tightly, desperately hoping that his grandpa would appear to him once again and share some valuable information that could help him break the curse... He kept his eyes closed for what felt like an eternity, trying to empty his mind and anxiously awaiting his grandpa's presence. However, no matter how hard he wished, his grandpa never materialized. Mathias reluctantly opened his eyes and sat up straight on his bed. "Please, grandpa, I need your guidance," he whispered, his voice filled with longing. He glanced at the magic book resting beside him. He had meticulously combed through every page of the book, but to his disappointment, he found nothing helpful. The elusive secrets his grandfather had mentioned seemed to elude him. Perhaps his grandpa was mistaken. "Grandpa was wrong? But he has never been wrong before... never," he murmured to himself in disbelief. With a determined sigh, Mathias reached for the book once more and opened
Vivian gently placed her hand on Damian's chest, her touch radiating warmth and compassion. "There is a soul in this body, Eric, even though you try to hide it from the world. They may see you as a monster, but that's not who you truly are. I know, deep in my heart, that you have a good heart," she said, her voice filled with conviction and tenderness. Damian despised the vulnerability he felt in that moment, as if his walls were crumbling. It made him feel weak, exposed to emotions he had long suppressed. "I have to go," he said abruptly, his voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and inner turmoil. He walked past her, his steps heavy with a silent struggle, and opened the door, allowing the outside world to swallow him whole. He left the building, seeking solace in solitude. Mathias found himself transported to an unfamiliar world, a place that seemed to exist in a different time altogether. The architecture was strikingly different, the buildings possessing an unusual design,