AndieMandie

Someone knocked on my door. I instantly knew who was standing behind the door, even before he opened his mouth and called out my name. "John! Open this door. Now." I pulled myself up from my king-sized bed and opened the door to Marklon. "What is it this time?" He stalked into my room, hesitated before he turned around and walked up to me. He wrapped his arms around me that could only be described as a hug of some sort. "Random," I told him. He unwrapped his arms from my body and took a step back. "You are granted permission to return to the north of Europe. Sorry about the hug, I am just… excited!" A smile was placed upon his lips.

I managed to find my way around the castle that I had once feared. For so many years had I been trying to escape it but it always found its way back to me, that terrifying and hauntingly beautiful castle of my kind. The castle was inhabited by the King and Queen of the vampires and the few werewolves. I glanced up at the darkening sky and spotted the moon. It wasn't full so I was expecting to see a certain somebody around the castle. In the corner of my eye, I saw a young girl sprinting towards the bench I was sitting on. She wore a black dress with silver details on and her hair was as dark as the night itself. She complimented that hair of

"The queen will see you now." After spending a torturous week back at the coven in London, we finally were given permission to return home to our beloved castle (as most would call it.) The castle, where the King and Queen and 400 others of our kind resided, was located in a forest far away from London. No living thing had ever been able to approach the castle, as it is extremely difficult to reach and it is also invisible to the human eye. Something Anaia, our queen, had been able to fix with the power of a witch back in the days. There are ways for humans to see the castle, but no humans are allowed inside if they are not for dinner or bre

I didn't expect to see a familiar face at the airport when I arrived in London. Marklon sure was one to stand out in a crowd with his movie star looks and the ghostly white skin he possessed. His green gaze scanned me with interest. "Well, well, well," he began. "Looks like the eagle have returned to the nest." I grinned. "Hello to you too, Mark." He gave me a pat on the back and led me to the car waiting outside. Once we were inside began his questioning. "Banned from the north, that must be hard," he said. "And Eva rarely bans anyone. What did you do?" He raised one eyebrow, eyeing me up and down. I suppose there was no way to lie to the