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Young master Damien's pet

"Who touched you?" he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn't answer, his voice thundered in the room, "WHO?" The butler who stood near the wall spoke shakily, "Sir, it was Mr. Reverale," Damien's face turned sour, his jaw ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind. "Bring the man here." "N-now?" stuttered the butler. It was the time of night. Damien who hadn't broken his eye contact with the girl in front of him, pushed his hand against the wall which now rested beside his beautiful girl's head. Turning his body, he first looked at his butler who had his head bowed. With great courage, the butler came to meet his Master's eyes, "Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?" Damien asked calmly tilting his head. Not a second later, the butler ran out of the room to return back with Mr. Reverale after twenty minutes. "Damien, are we having a late tea party?" Mr. Reverale came to greet but the master of the house had other plans. Spotting the knife that was stuck to the apple on the table, he reached for it to pull it out. Just as Mr. Reverale went to exchange a handshake with him, Damien took hold of his hand to place it on the table. In one swift movement as if he were chopping onions, he chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him yelp and cry in pain. "No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her," sighed Damien as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings. Meet Damien Quinn, a pureblooded vampire who is a complete narcissist, brash with his words and stingy even though he is rich who haggled when he bought a slave from the black market. On the other hand, meet Penelope who believes she is a 'guest' for a few days at the Quinn as she is intent on escaping from the odd vampire who needs therapy. ~ Discord: https://discord.gg/K63uVqN

ash_knight17 · Fantasy
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Happenings in Mythweald- Part 4

Mila looked at the girl who looked as good as a fifteen or sixteen-year-old. Her blue eyes which were the most attractive feature of her face which scanned the room, walking forward and entering the room that gained everyone's attention. 

Though by looks she looked young, Mila was sure she was older than the rest who were here. They had been hunting witches for years now, their clan which was created by Councilman Creed, they often caught the witches and brought them to Creed's disposal, to Mila he was a father figure, someone who had bothered to care for her when there was no roof to shelter her. It was only after Creed's death did this young black witch show up in front of her but to come in front of everyone today, she wondered what was going on. The black witch had appeared only in front of a few people, and she chose her time wisely before she disappeared again making her almost like a phantom ghost. 

Getting up, she went to the black witch to greet her.