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"I know you are wondering why you are so special and who you really are.If you want to know the source of your powers come to the 9t warehouse at 7b vile estate by 9:00pm . I will be waiting." Mysterious message popped up on seven different people phones at the same time . As they found out the reasons of there supernatural powers . They must work together to protect the humans and supernatural realm from the evil Viamper King.

Chapter 1 The Source

"I know you are wondering why you are so special and who you really are.If you want to know the source of your powers come to the 9t warehouse at 7b vile estate by 9:00pm . I will be waiting." This strange message popped up on seven different people phone at the same time and they all received it with tense, panic,and fear for the unknown. 9:00pm at the vile estate, a lady on dark hoodie and black jeans was seen entering into the warehouse with fear which she fought badly to enclose.

The moment the message was delivered to her phone, her heart race because what she greatly feared had finally surfaced. The fear of someone knowing her secret which was more like a curse to her.

As she walked through the pitch dark narrow road she noticed that she was been followed, she increase her pace but before she could make an attempt to attack. A bright light flashed directly into her eye and black out. At the same time , six others also experience the same thing.

In an hall with seven cages, seven were locked up, in each cage was a single bed and the cage was guided with strong steel burglar. A middle aged woman walked round the hall inspecting each cage. She was silm and tall, she had a glowing fair skin she looked young and fit in her black trousers suit, her heels which made sounds as she moves around and her golden eye stirred into each of the cages. Her grey hair was short and we'll parked made her look elegant. As she inspect each cage, they all seem to be asleep as she moved unto the last cage, she came in an halt as eyes widened as she saw the lady In the last cage wide awake stirring deeply ice blue eye that had no warmth in it.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU ?"

The lady who was average in height and fit , her skin was fair but it didn't glow but looked rather pale, her White hair which was covered with her dark hoodie only reviling part of her hair which covered one of her eye drop just below her breast, she was with no smile and her eye were cold as ever making her look both beautiful and scary asked dangerously.

The middle aged woman who looked at her now in amazement and surprise spoked camly and unmoved by the cold attitude

"You need not to rush my dear, you will get to know who I am at the right time."

She explained calmly simling at her , but before she could say another word the lady threw yet another question to her.

"How did you know about my powers ? What are going to do with me ? "

She asked more aggressively pulling the door harder like a mad woman locked up in a mental institution . Well technically she was loosing it

" I am the source."

The middle aged woman answered. There was a little silcence as they both look deep into each other eye.

"What the fuck are you saying ?"

She asked her but before her question was answered the strong steel of the cage door had truned into ice and had been shattered that the only thing that was left waa a small pool of water. The middle age woman was not surprised by the sudden action like she had seen it coming , she stood unwilling to move as the lady stepped towards her in furry.

"You recannated In a different body, with the same temper."

The middle aged woman said with her unchanged smile hanged on her face and lady halt in her traces in total confusion.

"What are you talking about ?"

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