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Blood and Spells

Blood and Spells

Author:Barrister Tife



"Elena Marshall, the product of a dark lord vampire and a fierce Alpha is forced to paddle through her travails whilst fighting her attraction to Cassius. A one-night stand between two synced yet different creatures awoken the long-buried curse that was chanted a millennium of years ago by the most powerful lineage of witches who got wiped out by the creatures of the dark. Seventeen-year-old Elena is more concerned with school work and practicing magic spells behind her parents than pandering to quarter politics and quests for powers between the four quarters of the vampires, witches, werewolves, and humans. An elder witch soon begins to mutter about a prophecy of doom that is bound to cause havoc and death. Her entire world is thrown into disarray. Irrespective of the danger looming ahead, Elena is undoubtedly drawn to her mystery mate. An allurement is the last thing she needs but how long can she resist and deprive herself of that sweet magnetism?"

Elena's POV

Challenges are what makes life interesting and overcoming them is what makes life meaningful.

All my seventeen years of existence on earth has been filled with trials and quest thrown my way irrespective of whether I'm prepared or not.

As the rightful and legitimate heir to the great Marshalls, the overall ruler of the vampire kingdom and leader over all supernatural realm in Los Angeles, I always remain a target to spite my family, split us apart, or die unjustly.

It is quite alarming that all my life, right from when I was an innocent foetus, people always try to kill me. The witches tried to use magic, The vampires attacked my pregnant mom, The alpha. The ancestors were also against me like I was some big mistake or an abomination that doesn't deserve to roam this earth. Even just bearing the surname 'Marshall' means inheriting my Father's enemies and as a result of that, My father entrusted his best and loyal soldier, Hilda to watch over me right from birth, train me once I was of age, and die for me when the need arises.

As a hybrid with special powers, I learned I'm supposed to unlock my werewolf strength once I clock eighteen on a full moon. So I only have vampire strength and my magically untrained power to protect myself.

I'm a young teenager with no existing love life because my father has chosen to kill any guy that picks interest me. He has serious trust issues and has lived up to his threat by murdering a young kind human who once tried to keep me company because I was a lone bird who was burdened by supernatural secrets and still had to act normal around the human faction.

He lived in the neighbourhood and we used to meet at a pastry and confectionary where he worked at. He would teach me different recipes to make a much more fluffier doughnut or how to make pizzas that could rival with Pitfire pizzas while we discussed sweet-nonsense till non stop and during Saturdays, we would spend the day bouncing and struggling for a basketball at the nearest gym center.

His death wasn't only hurtful and gruesome but it broke me totally and I swore never to endanger anyone again but who was I kidding? I am a freaking magnet for trouble.

He also drained a bartender who was once hitting on me at the age of sixteen. Axel was a teenage orphan with no guardian to help with finances. It was just a harmless flirt, a crush at most but my ruthless father still ended his life one late night after he had rounded up his shift. Ever since that incident, I told myself staying a single pringle to protect others was a price I was willing to pay. Although my heart skips a beat for a childhood friend who happens to be a vampire.

Gosh! I know I said the plan was to shield my heart from catching feelings and all but who would blame me for having a secret crush? I mean afterall, we don't get to control our emotions or choose who to fall for. But thankfully I have a brain at a corner of my skull and can control my actions. So in summery, I'm a teenage vampire and witch who is also a virgin, yay! somebody throw some balloons to celebrate my pathetic sorry life.

The dead brown decomposing leaves rose in swirls and fell to the soil weightlessly like that of a feather. I guess the cold misty weather did that to the forest. As I venture into the thick, abundant forest, I can feel my heart pounding ferociously at what I'm about to do-- but I can't afford to back down now because I have summoned up the courage to inform Hilda about my truest desire.

The forest is eerie quiet but I know this is the only place to find her because her life revolves around the quarter and this forest and if she isn't home then she must be out here feeding on an unfortunate prey or training to sharpen her skills.

As my footsteps approach, crunching the twig and fallen leaves, my instinct tells me someone is watching quietly as I picked up a scent. It definitely is a vampire.

I crouched, bending my legs and ankle behind a tree to steady my balance while I scanned the forest. The scent I picked earlier is gone, meaning the vampire masked the scent, a smart move but I'd be damned if I let the vampire kill me.

While waiting for the creature to strike, I bought out my black daggers pinned around my waist and held them delicately. My heart plummets to the ground at the same time when a silver arrow penetrates the air faster than the wind can travel. I dodged the dagger and it stabbed the tree.

"Come out right here bloody coward, let me feed you to the vultures." An authoritative voice that I will always recognize anywhere called and finally stepped out from the woods.

"As much as I would love to obey you, that will mean wishing yourself a painful death because father won't take it lightly with you." I folded my arms to my chest and smirked.

I was right earlier on, It was a female vampire. There was a deep richness to her black skin; a typical example of an ebony beauty. She has on leather spandex that hugged her wide hips graciously and gave her that dangerous, edgy look. Her hair was cut short and it curled like that of a new born' hair. Her brown iris gave out the mild anger she felt from inside. Warm, yet dangerous. A large tattoo covered her entire arm and back and a nose ring sat comfortably on her nose.

Her heels echoed around the forest as she stepped forward to interrogate me. Her black camisole complimented her outfit. It has a 'V' neck design that hung dangerously low and left her full cleavage on display.

"What are you doing here?" Hilda's strong baritone snapped at me.

"I'm here to learn." I smiled sheepishly.

"Very well, you should be in school and not in a dangerous forest." She scoffed and hijacked me by the elbow, leading me back home.