Half-Blooded Secrets: Wolf, Demon and Love (Available on AlphaNovel)

Chapter 1 | Escaping Hell for a Night

Phoenix’s POV



As night unfolded before me, weaving my future into an intricate tapestry of unexpected turns, I pondered whether stepping through that mysterious entrance would be a choice I’d regret. Yet, curiosity held me captive, a prisoner to its enchantment. Little did I anticipate that crashing this party with Lisa would set into motion a series of events in my life.

Lisa and I, or rather, I managed to persuade her, decided to escape hell together. It’s not as ominous as it may sound; after all, Hell was my home, given that Hades was my father. I had been confined to the underworld for most of my life, restricted in my movements. Like many other nights, Lisa agreed to accompany me to the party that one of the alphas was hosting tonight.

The sharp smell of vampires mixed surprisingly well with the magical vibe of fairies along with werewolves and witches. These scents, like threads in a fancy design, blended with the yummy smells of food and drinks, making a welcoming but mysterious mix. But under all that, a little worry pulled at my heart, reminding me to be careful in this world of secrets.

Between hushed conversations and the clinking of glasses, a surge of excitement rippled through the atmosphere. It tingled on my skin, heightening my senses and awareness. Amidst this charged ambiance, Lisa began to fade into the crowd, igniting urgency within me like a tightly coiled spring. “Where are you headed?” I urgently whispered, our intertwined destinies infusing weight into my words. “We must stay together.”

Amid the murmurs of conversation and the soft tinkling of glassware, a palpable thrill infused the air, casting shivers down my spine. In sync with my thoughts, Lisa halted, turning to me with a quizzical expression knitting her brow. Her arms folded in defiance, a subtle downturn of her lips betraying her skepticism. “I’ve got to tame this growling tummy of mine. It’s making a convincing argument for sustenance,” she quipped, her stomach’s rumble punctuating her words.

I rolled my eyes, chuckling in mild exasperation. “Your appetite is a constant companion.”

She playfully pouted, gripping my hand firmly, the connection between us potent. “Pretty please?” Her eyes implored, the earnestness evident.

With a sigh, I navigated the array of sensations surrounding me. The medley of scents, vying for attention, momentarily overwhelmed my senses. “Alright,” I conceded, finding a middle ground between my heart and rationale.

A cheer escaped her lips, her grasp on my hand tightening as she led me to the tantalizing array of dishes awaiting our indulgence.

In front of me, a mysterious story played out like a painting. I felt a big sense of excitement in the air, making me look around, excited to figure out the mystery of this fancy party. The place was decorated with beautiful flowers, their bright colors matching the shiny chandeliers above, like a bunch of stars. Each petal and crystal seemed to hide a secret, giving hints about what was really going on at the event.

The attendees, adorned in lavish attire, exuded an aura of regal elegance. Their bearing exuded sophistication, hinting at an underlying enigmatic agenda. Every gesture and step bore the weight of veiled significance, as if they were participants in an elaborate choreography.

The strains of music wafted through the air, shrouding the scene in an otherworldly ambiance, as though plucked from a realm beyond. The melodies acted as a bridge between concealed emotions and the underlying motivations that had drawn them to this gathering.

Within the room, every element seemed to pulse with energy. Conversations intertwined, creating a sonorous tapestry that painted a breathtaking auditory pattern. Glasses clinked, their resonance adding to the overall delight.

The intertwining fragrances of blooming flowers and subtle perfumes or more like, the potion the witches wore blended together, creating an enchanting scent that took my senses on a mesmerizing voyage. The guests, adorned in their refined attire, radiated confidence and charm, reflecting the captivating atmosphere enveloping them. Yet Lisa and I appeared out of place, having unexpectedly crashed this exclusive party.

Overhead, a chandelier floated in the sky, suspended with an ethereal grace, propelled by the mystical powers of a witch. It radiated a brilliant glow, enveloping the room in an enchanting luminosity that bestowed upon it a surreal and magical ambiance. It was no mere ballroom—it was a portal to a world of refined luxury of alpha’s, beta’s, powerful witches and such.

As I took in the spectacle, a waitress materialized, her footfalls echoing rhythmically on the marble floor. She bore a plate bearing a slice of decadent chocolate cake that seemed too irresistible to forgo. However, my excitement waned as I noticed the absence of a fork. I raised an eyebrow, hoping to catch her attention and request the missing utensil. Alas, her focus shifted elsewhere, leaving me grappling with this dessert-related predicament.

My attempt to approach the dessert table ended in a mishap. My high heel snagged on my dress, and I began teetering backwards. For a fleeting moment, humiliation threatened to consume me as it seemed I would topple over. Yet, in that instant, a strong and swift presence intervened, preventing my fall. Embarrassment yielded to gratitude, my heart racing from the narrow escape. Destiny had seemingly intervened, preserving my dignity.

Upon opening my eyes, I met the gaze of a visage reminiscent of molten chocolate. His features were marked by a deep scowl as he upheld my cake. However, his grip on the dessert faltered, resulting in a hasty departure of the cake from his grasp and sending me to the floor in an ungraceful tumble. Laughter bubbled forth, a reaction born of the sheer absurdity of the situation. Yet, beneath the chuckles, a shift occurred—a disconcerting realization of his ire.

“What in the world?” I couldn’t help but scowl as the disgruntled waiter retreated, an unspoken intensity lingering in his demeanor.

“Could you lend a hand?” I entreated Lisa, who stood nearby, engrossed in her cake-induced reverie. Once more, she opted to disregard my plea, the fourth instance of her brushing aside my requests since our arrival. With a sigh, I summoned my resolve and rose from the floor.

“Doesn’t he strike you as oddly familiar?” Lisa’s words barely registered, lost amid the rhythmic thump of music that saturated the atmosphere. Her speech, punctuated by the intrusive sound of her cake-munching, grated on my nerves like a relentless alarm clock.

Regaining her focus, I crossed my arms, irritation mounting like an impending storm. “Did you not notice the fury in his eyes? It was as though he’d seen a ghost when he looked at you.”

“Nah, I was too busy cracking up,” Lisa responded, her laughter-infused words contributing to the symphony of the surroundings.

Lisa’s insistent tug on my arm propelled me onto the dance floor, where the rhythmic pulse of music echoed like a second heartbeat. The bass reverberated through my chest, and the play of vibrant lights painted a shifting tapestry across the sea of moving bodies.

In the lingering haze of uncertainty, I succumbed to the captivating vibe that swept over the dance floor. Yielding to the pulsating energy, I swayed to the rhythm, allowing it to embrace me wholly. Amid the muted glow, Lisa’s eyes sparkled mischievously, like hidden treasures, her teasing smirk coaxing me to release any reservations.

The amalgamated fragrances of perfumes and exertion hung in the atmosphere, enveloping me as I ventured further into the dance floor’s core. Bodies moved harmoniously, their synchronized motions almost hypnotic, as if choreographed to a grand symphony. Oh, what a symphony it was! The enchanting notes of a saxophone and the rhythmic beats of drums filled the room, their melodious tunes interwoven with the collective heartbeat of the crowd.

Amidst this auditory mosaic, a throat cleared behind us, pulling my focus like a magnet drawing me from the midst of the dancers. There stood the same chocolate-faced stranger, his hand extended in an invitation that was challenging to ignore. Uncertainty swirled within me—was it alright to dance with him? Hell, I don’t even know who he is.

An internal struggle raged within me, a conflict between my spontaneous spirit urging me to seize the moment and my rational mind painting a canvas of potential consequences.

However, Lisa’s cunning grin nudged me toward the stranger, as if she held insight into manipulating my choices. With that knowing grin, she melted into the bustling crowd of dancers, leaving me alone with this enigmatic figure.

His touch, when it came, was warm and steady, a lifeline amidst the sea of undulating bodies. My initial stumble was met with concern in his soothing voice as he inquired, “Are you alright?” I nodded, suppressing the dizziness threatening to overcome me. “Yes,” I managed, my voice betraying a faint quiver. This wasn’t the moment!

“Searching for your friend?” he asked, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. Another nod, laden with gratitude for his understanding. “Yes, do you spot her anywhere?” I ventured, hoping he might be able to see since over my head and among the crowd.