SS | The Hunter and His Prey *Ch2-Pg20* 1/1 - Page 2

Originally posted by: morning_star

Nahhiii...
Really my heart almost came to mouth...I was definitely reading with one eye closed...
See I told you this is so not my genre...😲

I will definitely stick to your other cutesy stories...:-D

ohh this is absolutely different and i would love to read it!!!

hey that was interesting.. 😊
plz cont..

Originally posted by: arshioholic

looks interesting ... i would love to read it ...

vese bhi i m crazy about vampires ans super natural stuff.. DEAN .. hash ...

but still no one can compete my ROYAL ASS ARNAV SINGH RAIZADA... 😳

i would love to see ARNAV in this avatar ... and den falling for this prey ... KHUSHI ...

please continue .. i would love to read further ... 😉

Originally posted by: Dynamix215

arnav aint a vampire in this one

wow now this seems quite interesting
something different for our arhi
pls pretty pls do continue with this dear
i like the sound of this one and hopefully you will proceed with it and soon
cheers for pm

Originally posted by: Dynamix215

Well, um. Hi? I know all are upset with this Barun-Quit thing... So am I...But I just wanted to write this to get my mind off all this crap...! This is not a NORMAL FF, as in, It deals with magic and stufff... In short, SUPERNATURAL stuff... So please tell me how it is and need I continue this? :) O:)

The Hunter and His Prey

PREFACE

She lay on her bed, with her hair fanned across her pillow staring into the moonlight. Mystery and loss defined her life... Buaji was all she had. Parents and sister were both gone in car crash, and she hadn't seen her parents EVER. She simply did not seem to have a memory of them, and her Buaji had no photos. Buaji had said that in a fit of despair at the loss, she had burnt every single memory she had had of her Mother and Father. She had wondered how she was only one who survived that accident... Fourteen years had gone by, but it still strangely felt like only few years had passed since her unanswered questions had risen. She turned her back to the moon, glancing at her shimmering back.

A tatto ran intricately from the small of her back and creeped onto the nape of her neck. A red flame exactly on the small of her back engulfed by a blue wave with a trident emerging from it ran till her left shoulder. The wave crashed into a green vine which extended nto her right shoulder and changed into grey swirls. The wave and vine formed a V, leaving a part of her skin pale, creamy and untouched.

She did not even remember when she had gotten that done, and when she had asked Buaji, Buaji had said "Tumre bachpan mein Nandkisore!"(In you childhood Nandkisore!) and thats where the conversation had ended.

The tatto had never failed to mesmerize her...It was beautiful, and it glowed in moonlight, giving it some kind of divine look. She absent-mindedly rubbed the tatto that crept on her shoulder, and fell asleep to the patter of rain that had started...

-ELSEWHERE-

The room was dimly lit with purple fire and there were only two men in the room. One was a bearded man, with a frail build and the other was a well-built man with hard-features. He looked at the wizened old man, and asked him "I am ready for my assignment."

"Well. Alright." The old man said.

He began to chant in a raspy voice.

"Renaissance Warrior is ready for the hunt, on the Night of this full moon.

To our ancient masters these age old words I croon.

Show us your will, the face of thy next prey

Which Daughter of the Elements, must this time we slay."

A dim light filled the hall, and a mist swirled into existence. After shimmering for a moment, the image of a woman flickered to life. "This is your prey Arnav."

Arnav looked at the image. The image of a sleeping woman, her silky tresses fanned across the pillow bathed in the moonlight. Her eyes opened ever so slightly, apparently awoken from a dream. Her hazel eyes scanned the room in panic, sweat dripping from her eyebrows. Had she sensed them? He wondered surprised... Even Vikram Sir looked surprised, and shocking both of them, those deep hazel eyes looked right at them.

Vikram waved a hand, and the mist disappeared. "She is different..." Vikram muttered.

Daughter of the Elements... Arnav thought. How he hated them. His sole purpose for joining Renaissance Warriors was for revenge... Revenge for everything he had lost...

"You DO know the consequences of failure?" Vikram asked.

Arnav nodded. "Death through the Renaissance Energy."

He walked away with a determined gaze, unconcious of the memories those eyes had made to resurface...

Will make it an FF if you guys like it *hugs*

And Please comment guys...It encourages me alot and is a motivating factor :)

Interesting !!! unique concept... will be looking forward to read more... thanks for pm 😊