[kisses of the river] The river tossed them like crazy, up and down, left and right, but Michael kept Bianca firmly, because he knew that if he let her go, she would drown. Body to body, neck to neck, they floated with the current, powerlessly struggling to take a breath.Suddenly, Bianca tightened Michael’s hand, which he had put around her waist. She was short of breath, either out of panic or because the violent hits of water were about to strangle her. Michael guessed straightaway what was wrong. He took a deep breath, turned his head towards her, and kissed, giving her a bit of air. She greedily took life from his lips and after one sip, she accepted another, then the next and one after another, every time Michael was ready to kiss her. Those kisses were life-giving; however, they made Michael terribly exhausted. But he knew that without them, she would certainly die. Fortunately, the current got weaker at one point, and their bodies slowed down, giving them some respite. The

It was a peculiar sight to see three glass vials with three different liquids inside. The middle one was red and two external ones were green and blue. They looked so cheerful like the paints used by children to make a nice picture. But in reality, each of them was an ingredient of a mixture capable of changing people beyond recognition. The trick with those elements was that, separately, each of them had a different property. “The green one could erase your short-distant memory, the blue deprives you of any love for anyone and anything - it can make your life utterly unbearable to live. The red one in turn provokes hatred towards someone whose body touched you first after drinking it.” “Be careful, my child.” the woman with ragged hair moved the vials across the table. “The effects are irreversible, once someone drinks it, there is no way back.” “Good,” said Jenn. “That is what I need. No more weakness, no more doubts, no more mercy.” The witch looked closer at her with s

“One spark can ignite the whole fire.” A man sitting at the table finished dinner and wiped his mouth with a white napkin. The restaurant was almost empty as the clock struck eleven and the place was about to be closed. Waiters were already tidying the tables, but he and his companion didn’t bother, they needed rest after the meal. “You know I respect you, Dean and I always will, regardless of your brother who is in the hands of powerful demons ruling his life,” the other man’s shirt was a bit cramped, obviously he was after a long working day. “I know what you mean, Steff. We belong to the same team. We’re both werewolves but managed to tame the darkness inside us and lead a decent life. Dervel is my family. He’s my twin brother and sometimes I have the impression that I am being watched by the same dark spirits which watch him. I feel what he feels. Every single deed committed by him is felt inside me. And honestly, it has gotten even worse recently. Darkness eats my heart fr

“He’s on the billboards all over the underground world!” “You must be kidding!” Dervel collapsed in the chair. “It’s been just two weeks since you saw him last. That cannot be him!” he said through his teeth. His reddish mouth barely moved. Jig took a poster out of his pocket. “Look! Every bloody wall is covered with his face. He’s the new f*cking champion! And the new hero! He strangled Mercury with his gut ripped apart!” He could not stop shouting. The picture burnt him like fire. Dervel had a closer look at the photo. The similarity was undeniable. Under the white werewolf with grey eyes, there was a name: BLAZE. “ah” he pointed at the red capital letters forming the new champion’s name. "It's not Michael, you moron! It's his twin brother! He left our pack many years ago. Another prodigal son." “Michael times two?” Jig tried to be funny regardless of the harsh words. He even smiled a bit mockingly, looking for some approval from his boss's side. Obviously, he didn't

[a text message]466 Greenrose CircleEast Elmhurst, Downpour 11730the basement of the abandoned buildingI’m waiting here for you. Leave your flat now! The avalanche has moved! He waited with anticipation for the answer from Blaze. He had warned him in advance what he was going to do and couldn’t understand why they hadn't come yet. The silence gaping from his phone was unbearable. Jasmine was lying on the dirty mattress, her hair in dried blood. She was gagged but her eyes were open all the time. On the one hand, she should be grateful for saving her dignity and life, but on the other, she didn’t know what would happen next. She followed Michael with her fear growing, coming to the basement in the dimmed light. After Michael shifted into a man, it suddenly became clear to her - the stories about werewolves were real. Lost in his thoughts, Michael stared at Jasmine. He had to admit, she was quite pretty. Michael had no idea what her mom looked like but she could have been of e