Rock World - Sample Chapter of Didikai Witch
All hell let loose now as clubbers began screaming in blind panic as they thought they were trapped in a fire fuelled building. The sirens were deafening as the music stopped and everyone ran to a door to get out. All except Michael, Alex and Kate ran onto the dance floor area fighting against the crowds pushing and crushing them from every direction.
George pulled himself off the floor as Michael dragged him out of another onslaught of panicked clubbers, he cast a protection spell around him and he huffed in amazement as he felt the tepid tingling sensation of the spell penetrate every fibre of his body.
“George are you alright?” Alex put his hand on his back.
“Yeah, fine”. George was breathless, with worry and disbelief at what was transpiring before them.
“Where’s Carla?” Alex shouted over the din.
“She bolted and set off these bloody fire alarms”. George rubbed the back of his head where he knocked it against someone’s flailing elbow, during the stampede.
“Have you seen Amethyst?” Kate asked in earnest.
“Yeah”. He pointed to the stairs, “She went up there with two men”. Michael ran to the stairs to hear George shout.
“Be careful, there are werewolves up there!”
Michael turned back to look at the three Daryavaush clairvoyants, mediums, necromancers, call them what you like, but these guys were serious. They actually believed in Werewolves!
“I have never heard of anything so ridiculous!” Michael scoffed. Alex, George and Kate glared at him in utter disbelief.
“You’re a powerful witch from the Romanov clan, who can use telepathy, read auras and manipulate the Universal life energy to your own advantage yet you cannot believe that a human can manipulate the same universal life energy to shift shapes into a beast whose gene lies dormant within a person until it is infected by another shape shifter?” Alex was incredulous. “Does this mean that you do not believe that I can see into the realms of other dimensions? Or that Kate can converse with the spirit world. Is this really all too much for you Michael?” Alex was now simmering at Michael’s total lack of comprehension and his shear arrogance that his family could possibly be the only humans in the world to possess any kind of power. He made no allowances to try and hide his condemnation. Michael cocked his head to one side as a theatrical gesture to listen to Alex’s mind.
“My, my Alex we are very intolerant today aren’t we.” Michael was about to continue, when he was rudely interrupted by Kate.
“Oh put your testosterone away both of you, I think we have a more pressing matters at hand.” She nodded towards the staircase. “It’s just a minuscule problem of the non existent art of Lycanthropy!” They all turned around to watch in horror as both the mousy haired Mr Olympia man known to Alex’s records as one Jason Brannigan and his fiery haired sister Lily march purposefully down the stairs.
“Alex.” Jason glimmered as his eyes shone deep amber, clearly trying to keep the wolf in him under control.
“You know them?” Kate whispered as they all began to back off towards the front door where most of the crowds had passed through and were spilling out onto the city streets.
Michael reached slowly into his jacket pocket and lifted out a pouch he had stashed in his pocket from the Pyramid vaults. He flicked his hand out in front of him as he gabbled an incantation in Romany Gypsy dialect. Both Jason and Lily fell backwards to the floor as the full force of Michaels debilitation spell hit them square in the chest as the sound of what could have been mistaken as a gun shot ricocheted around the now eerily quiet nightclub.
Jason growled in annoyance at his inability to move and was fighting hard to transmutate. Lily looked over to Michael menacingly as Lucas bound down the stairs knocked Michael clean off his feet and sent him sliding backwards across the dance floor crashing at the bar and then stopping sprawled into a table of empty glasses. Kate and George hid behind the DJ’s Record decks as Alex tried to run to Michael to help him up.
“You okay?” Alex tried to pull on his arm as he was lifted off his feet and thrust two extra feet into the air. He managed to see through the corner of his eye that it was Jason who had hold of him.
“Jason please, all we want is to make sure Amethyst is fine and well.” Alex stuttered.
“She is. Don’t interfere into things you don’t understand and never will, Alex.” Jason had no need to use any of his strength to push Alex into a corner close to Kate and George. Then all three scurried in a crouching position towards a door with a little stick man picture stuck to it.
“Jason, Lily. Galle has nearly finished. Come on back up stairs.” Lucas leant over the banister and nervously twitched with anticipation and slight irritation. Jason looked up at him and waved his acknowledgement. He turned and ran four steps at a time before vaulting over the banister and disappearing into VIP area above Michaels head.
He looked across the dance floor as Lily approached baring her teeth as she growled. Michael stood up and put a hand out towards her as if to let her sniff his hand.
“Sit, S…stay. Nice Doggy!” Michael put his other hand in his pocket. “I’m sure I have a Choccy Drop in here somewhere.”
Lily had had quite enough of doggy humour to last her a lifetime. She crunched her knuckles into fists and Michael and the others, who were now hiding behind the men’s toilet door, all heard her knuckles crack. As she let out a loud growl Michael threw a desolation spell this time. The noise was deafening as Lily covered her highly sensitive auditory senses, before picking Michael up high into the air and throwing him high over her shoulder.
Michael let out a yell as he flew through the air, backwards before landing winded behind the bar as bottles and cans came crashing down around his head. He crouched there for an age covering his head with his hands to protect his head from shards of glass
George pulled himself off the floor as Michael dragged him out of another onslaught of panicked clubbers, he cast a protection spell around him and he huffed in amazement as he felt the tepid tingling sensation of the spell penetrate every fibre of his body.
“George are you alright?” Alex put his hand on his back.
“Yeah, fine”. George was breathless, with worry and disbelief at what was transpiring before them.
“Where’s Carla?” Alex shouted over the din.
“She bolted and set off these bloody fire alarms”. George rubbed the back of his head where he knocked it against someone’s flailing elbow, during the stampede.
“Have you seen Amethyst?” Kate asked in earnest.
“Yeah”. He pointed to the stairs, “She went up there with two men”. Michael ran to the stairs to hear George shout.
“Be careful, there are werewolves up there!”
Michael turned back to look at the three Daryavaush clairvoyants, mediums, necromancers, call them what you like, but these guys were serious. They actually believed in Werewolves!
“I have never heard of anything so ridiculous!” Michael scoffed. Alex, George and Kate glared at him in utter disbelief.
“You’re a powerful witch from the Romanov clan, who can use telepathy, read auras and manipulate the Universal life energy to your own advantage yet you cannot believe that a human can manipulate the same universal life energy to shift shapes into a beast whose gene lies dormant within a person until it is infected by another shape shifter?” Alex was incredulous. “Does this mean that you do not believe that I can see into the realms of other dimensions? Or that Kate can converse with the spirit world. Is this really all too much for you Michael?” Alex was now simmering at Michael’s total lack of comprehension and his shear arrogance that his family could possibly be the only humans in the world to possess any kind of power. He made no allowances to try and hide his condemnation. Michael cocked his head to one side as a theatrical gesture to listen to Alex’s mind.
“My, my Alex we are very intolerant today aren’t we.” Michael was about to continue, when he was rudely interrupted by Kate.
“Oh put your testosterone away both of you, I think we have a more pressing matters at hand.” She nodded towards the staircase. “It’s just a minuscule problem of the non existent art of Lycanthropy!” They all turned around to watch in horror as both the mousy haired Mr Olympia man known to Alex’s records as one Jason Brannigan and his fiery haired sister Lily march purposefully down the stairs.
“Alex.” Jason glimmered as his eyes shone deep amber, clearly trying to keep the wolf in him under control.
“You know them?” Kate whispered as they all began to back off towards the front door where most of the crowds had passed through and were spilling out onto the city streets.
Michael reached slowly into his jacket pocket and lifted out a pouch he had stashed in his pocket from the Pyramid vaults. He flicked his hand out in front of him as he gabbled an incantation in Romany Gypsy dialect. Both Jason and Lily fell backwards to the floor as the full force of Michaels debilitation spell hit them square in the chest as the sound of what could have been mistaken as a gun shot ricocheted around the now eerily quiet nightclub.
Jason growled in annoyance at his inability to move and was fighting hard to transmutate. Lily looked over to Michael menacingly as Lucas bound down the stairs knocked Michael clean off his feet and sent him sliding backwards across the dance floor crashing at the bar and then stopping sprawled into a table of empty glasses. Kate and George hid behind the DJ’s Record decks as Alex tried to run to Michael to help him up.
“You okay?” Alex tried to pull on his arm as he was lifted off his feet and thrust two extra feet into the air. He managed to see through the corner of his eye that it was Jason who had hold of him.
“Jason please, all we want is to make sure Amethyst is fine and well.” Alex stuttered.
“She is. Don’t interfere into things you don’t understand and never will, Alex.” Jason had no need to use any of his strength to push Alex into a corner close to Kate and George. Then all three scurried in a crouching position towards a door with a little stick man picture stuck to it.
“Jason, Lily. Galle has nearly finished. Come on back up stairs.” Lucas leant over the banister and nervously twitched with anticipation and slight irritation. Jason looked up at him and waved his acknowledgement. He turned and ran four steps at a time before vaulting over the banister and disappearing into VIP area above Michaels head.
He looked across the dance floor as Lily approached baring her teeth as she growled. Michael stood up and put a hand out towards her as if to let her sniff his hand.
“Sit, S…stay. Nice Doggy!” Michael put his other hand in his pocket. “I’m sure I have a Choccy Drop in here somewhere.”
Lily had had quite enough of doggy humour to last her a lifetime. She crunched her knuckles into fists and Michael and the others, who were now hiding behind the men’s toilet door, all heard her knuckles crack. As she let out a loud growl Michael threw a desolation spell this time. The noise was deafening as Lily covered her highly sensitive auditory senses, before picking Michael up high into the air and throwing him high over her shoulder.
Michael let out a yell as he flew through the air, backwards before landing winded behind the bar as bottles and cans came crashing down around his head. He crouched there for an age covering his head with his hands to protect his head from shards of glass
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