Mir_Bella_621

   In a world where different creatures mingled with humans, despite struggling with the world's hardships, fighting for survival, and attempting to escape the clutches of the night creatures, humans, no matter what they did, always ended up as a tool for survival.

   On their quest to acquire power, freedom, and wealth, this dark power's only source of survival was through one soul; the soul of a freeborn.

    This soul, being an embodiment of power, could change anything and everything.

    Kate Warren was this soul. She was a young, spirited woman whose soul was purer than a dove and was sought by different creatures who would do anything to take everything from her.
  
      Her soul was a power treasure for the demons and a great source of energy for the witches, while her blood was the life-sustaining elixir for the night creatures.
   
    All these things they sought were the keys to unlocking power.
   
     Kate was the only survivor in her town when a massacre took place that caused the deaths of her family. 

     Unknown to her, she was the motive behind the massacre. Her bad days changed for the worst when she got abducted by a demon.
 
       Facing the chaos surrounding her and building a strong shield around herself Kate found solace in the arms of the night whisper.

   The whispers of the night had a certain attraction for her. It always drew her to Clarence Roosevelt, whose name shook her very soul and core, and was also death and life to her.

    Having discovered that the only person who can lead her into and also away from destruction is herself, will she save herself and others from destruction, or will she be the destruction itself?

“All she needed to do was listen to the Night Whispers”.


LAND OF THE MIDNIGHT. Whispers of the lips.

 "Go on, describe who you had the deal with" Clarence coaxed the witch as if she was a child. 


 The witch glared at him before opening her mouth to speak "The man…is short. Eyes red and hair black. One leg is shorter than the other. And…" The witch paused with a thoughtful look on her face. 


 "And?" Clarence questioned her, eager to hear every detail. 


 "…and one of his fingers is missing on his right hand" 


 "One of his fingers is missing? Hmm," Clarence hummed with a small smile on his face. He knew who the person was with this detail, especially about the missing finger. The game was getting more interesting. It won't be long before he puts another body inside the grave. Someone's end was drawing near. 


 The smile on Clarence's face widened with an evil glint in his eyes. His gaze went back to the witch who was still struggling with the rope. 


Questioning The Witch (2)