Supernatural Beings Of Winterville

g to secure seats to read for themselves, others searching for one book or the other. Kamilia and Taylor, both dressed in corporate white long sleeved

he saw Kamilia and Taylor approaching. He made an eye contact with Kamilia and he saw that 'fiery spark' in her eyes. She on the other hand was giving him a stern look and he wondered why! Lucia turned to see them. She tried to walk away but Kyle held her hand and stopped her. "Hey, Lucy" Taylor was the first to speak. "I'm really sorry about last night, but as from now on, I promise to never hide a thing from you both again!" Kamilia apologized. Lucia sighed. "It's alright, at least he's alive" she replied before running into their arms, engaging them in a tight friendly hug. "Guess we'll see you later then!" Hitler said, referring to all of them. "Uhm, yeah, speaking of which, we could all 'crash' at my house this evening, have dinner together, now that a curfew has been placed on this city" Taylor suggested. "Yeah, that'll be great but, aren't your parents around or something? Kyle asked with a slight frown. "No, they're away, they're gonna be for a week" "Alright then, see you there!" Hitler replied, with a smile before walking off with Kyle. The trio watched as they walked away, each thinking about something nice about the duo. Kamilia noticed the way Taylor was looking at Hitler. "You know, he's cute, even for a jerk!" She spurted out, bluntly. "You'll never change, witch!" Lucia joked and they all burst into laughter. Supernatural Realm Den of the Dragons The Den of the Dragons was the dwelling place of the weredragons. It was like a manifestation of hell. Strange and creepy sounds like that of ghosts Dominated the area. Inside the Den of the Dragons, the heat was intense, the weredragons were humanoid creatures with strange markings all over their bodies, even the walls had strange medieval markings that a normal person couldn't comprehend. So far, only four of the weredragons were left, the others had been slaughtered in previous wars. Karabak the leader of the weredragons, and the remaining three weredragons were sitted round on seats which were made out of an archaic rock-like elememt, definitely supernatural, with red paintings on it. They were all wearing dark long priestly robes, Their eyes gave off fiery glows. "Brothers! We have succeeded in bringing the once powerful witch covens, and the Original vampires to their knees, but the Veawolf Hybrids have managed to escape us everytime" Verolez, one of the weredragons said. "They can keep running, but they can't hide from us, how many of them are left?" Lekatos, another one asked. "According to my sources, only two of the Vaewolves are left, we succeeded in wiping out four of them the last time we attacked" Verolez informed. "Verolez, I want you to travel to the physical realm, find them, and bring news back to us" Karabak commanded. "It is done!" Verolez replied. "The next time we'll be going to the physical realm, we will be wreaking havoc on everything, including the pathetic