BLOODLINES AND BURDENS

Day 14

Content – Beastly 🖤🖤

Bloodlines and Burdens

The Spellman family house stood quiet under the late afternoon sky—ancient, wide, and protected by unseen wards older than the city itself.

Shirin stepped through the gates, and for the first time in days, her chest felt lighter.

Aunt Mikela reached her first, pulling her into a tight embrace.

“My child… you look thinner.”

Aunt Robata followed, cupping Shirin’s face gently.

“You are home. That is what matters.”

Ambrose smiled, watching them.

“No force in any realm would dare touch her while she’s here.”

They all moved inside, settling into the grand living hall—walls lined with Spellman history: portraits, sigils, and artifacts glowing faintly with ancestral magic.

Mikela poured tea as Robata spoke.

“Listen carefully, both of you,” Robata said.

“The Spellman bloodline has never been ordinary. We were not made to rule—but to watch, to warn, and to protect balance.”

Mikela nodded.

“Our family survived because we saw danger before others did.”

Ambrose glanced at Shirin.

“That’s why the council fears us.”

Shirin swallowed.

“And why everyone wants to control me.”

Silence followed.

Robata placed a hand over Shirin’s.

“We swore to your parents—we will protect you at any cost.”

The Arrival

The sound of an engine broke the calm.

Outside, a black mortuary vehicle rolled into the compound.

A grieving family stepped out, faces heavy with loss.

Mikela straightened.

“Business calls.”

The Spellmans’ mortuary and burial grounds were legendary—magnificent halls for wakes, sacred land for burial. It was how they sustained themselves… and how they observed the city’s hidden truths.

The family brought forth their deceased.

No wounds were described.

No details spoken.

But the moment the Spellmans laid eyes on the body—

Their pupils darkened briefly.

⚡ The Sight Activated ⚡

Information flowed silently between them.

Robata inhaled sharply.

“Night crawler.”

Ambrose clenched his jaw.

“Confirmed.”

Mikela’s voice was calm, professional.

“Our condolences. The wake and burial will be arranged. We will handle everything.”

The bereaved family thanked them and departed, unaware of the truth their eyes could not see.

After the Gates Closed

The Spellmans gathered around the body—now alone.

Shirin’s breath caught.

“It was hunted.”

Ambrose nodded.

“Night crawler. Vicious. Humanoid. Teleports. Only roams after sunset.”

Mikela frowned.

“They don’t kill randomly.”

Robata added quietly,

“If one is active, it means something else has shifted in the city.”

Shirin felt the seal within her stir uneasily.

“Is it because of me?” she asked.

No one answered.

Mikela finally said,

“We’ll inform the Witches’ Council.”

Ambrose began writing the report, sealing it with Spellman sigils.

Robata whispered,

“The city is waking up.”

Far away, unseen by all, something moved across rooftops—watching lights flicker off one by one as night approached.

And somewhere beneath the earth, the night crawler smiled.

To be continued…

Day 15

Content – Beastly 🖤🖤

The Wind Before Words

The back of the Spellman house was quiet.

Shirin knelt near the old fig tree, sleeves rolled up, brushing dirt aside as her black cat 🐆 pawed insistently at the ground.

“You can’t bury everything you find,” she whispered with a small smile.

The cat stopped suddenly.

Its ears flattened.

The air shifted.

Not dark.

Not loud.

Just… wrong.

A cool wind swept through the yard, rustling leaves though the sky was still.

Shirin froze.

Slowly, she turned.

They were there.

Not far.

Standing calmly, as if they had always belonged to the space.

Prudence.

Agatha.

Dorcas.

The daughters of Faustus Blackwood.

Shirin’s breath caught.

She hadn’t heard a sound.

No chant.

No flash.

Just wind.

“That was… fast,” Shirin said carefully.

Prudence tilted her head, mildly amused.

“You’re getting better at noticing.”

Agatha smiled, almost friendly.

“No stress teleportation. You’ll learn it soon.”

Dorcas glanced around the yard.

“Nice protection wards. Old Spellman work.”

Shirin straightened, brushing dirt from her hands.

“What do you want?”

Prudence stepped forward—not threatening, just confident.

“We bring news,” she said.

“Official news.”

Agatha added,

“You’ve been approved.”

Dorcas finished,

“You are now legally permitted to attend ONCYNOX.”

Shirin blinked.

“…What?”

Prudence nodded.

“Council-authorized. No objections. No restrictions—for now.”

Shirin frowned.

“Since when does anything involving me happen that easily?”

Agatha chuckled.

“Since too many powerful beings started arguing over you.”

Before Shirin could respond, footsteps approached from behind.

Mikela and Robata stepped into the yard, alert but composed.

Prudence turned politely.

“Good evening, Aunties.”

Robata raised an eyebrow.

“You appear without announcement.”

Dorcas inclined her head.

“And we leave just as quietly.”

Mikela studied them carefully.

“If she attends ONCYNOX, she is under Spellman protection.”

Prudence smiled thinly.

“So noted.”

Agatha waved cheerfully at Shirin.

“See you soon, Spellman.”

The wind rose again.

⚡ Zap.

The yard was empty.

Silence returned.

The cat 🐆 growled low in its throat.

Shirin stared at the space where they’d stood.

ONCYNOX.

Legal.

Approved.

Too easy.

Robata spoke softly,

“When enemies bring gifts, child—ask what they gain.”

Shirin nodded slowly.

Above them, unseen, clouds shifted as if listening.

And somewhere very far away, a queen smiled.

To be continued…

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