MilesSeveral millennials ago,a woman by the name of Alba convinced her husband Shiv to make her more powerful. Alba was a descendant of a long line of powerful sorceresses. When her mother died,she became the next sorceress for their clan.Unfortunately,Alba was a very weak sorceress. She couldn't commune with spirits. She couldn't cast spells or any of the other things a sorceress could do. Afraid she would lose her place as a leader of the clan,she convinced her husband Shiv,a powerful mage to perform a ritual that would grant her more powers. For the ritual to be completed,seven human souls would have to be sacrificed.One of their victims happened to be a young girl of nine,sister to Shiv's half blind apprentice,Raj. When Raj found out that his only sister was about to be killed,he sought help from a hunter friend of his.The resulting rescue in the middle of the ritual ended with Shiv dead and Raj with the ability to become o

MILES Dude was so weird. Any reasonable person would have sent an actual address.I entered the coordinates into my phone and turned on the gps location. I drove for some minutes before the blue indicator stopped moving. That meant I'd gotten to my location. My location turned out to be a heavily wooded area with paved roads big enough for two people to walk through at once. This would be a perfect spot for a run or cycling.I made a mental note to drag Kyle out here in the nearest future.I huffed as I felt my mood going sour.I wasn't certain that I would have much of a future. I couldn't renege on the case after I'd come so far. To refuse to complete a mission after accepting it meant death.I couldn't kill James either. Regardless of what James had done, he was still family.My passenger door opened and Blade fitted his large body into it. I hadn't seen or heard any movement.That was Blade though. You would never see or he

James's POV   My earliest memory from childhood was when my ball got stuck in the tree. It was an ordinary day, just like any other. I was about four or five? The details of such a young age is quite foggy, but I remember wanting that ball so bad. I don't think it was my birthday or even remember where I'd gotten the ball from. I just knew I wanted it and it was stuck so far away, and there was no one around, not even my parents. It would be years later until I realized that my parents' absence wasn't because of work or any problems but simply choice. Anyways, I started crying profusely. My nanny -one of many over the following years- came and she tried to console me. I pointed to the ball up in the tree. "Oh, it's so high up. How about I just get you another one?" She had answered in dismissive tone. She carried me away from the tree and back to our house, ignoring my cries. I didn't like being in the house. It was always just me wit