Verendus

Chapter 16

It had been a week since the events of the device and the murder of the mayor. Braelyn however had decided to leave Elion and Caroline in charge while she took a break. With a small smirk on her face, Braelyn entered the grand ballroom, a hush fell over the crowd, their eyes drawn irresistibly to the stunning vision before them. Her natural hair, woven into long braids adorned with beads and feathers, swayed with each graceful step, commanding attention like a beacon in the night.

Clad in a gown of luxurious red silk, Braelyn moved with the effortless grace of a queen, the fabric whispering softly against her skin as she glided across the polished floor. Every eye in the room was fixed upon her, captivated by her radiant presence and undeniable allure.

The intricate embroidery and beading on her gown caught the light, casting shimmering patterns across the room like stars in the night sky. Each step she took seemed to echo with the power and confidence of a woman who knew her worth and wielded it with grace and elegance.

As Braelyn made her way through the ballroom, the air seemed to crackle with anticipation, the energy shifting and swirling around her like a tempest. She was a force of nature, drawing everyone into her orbit with the magnetism of a celestial body, her presence casting a spell over all who beheld her.

At that moment, Braelyn was not just a woman; she was a goddess, a queen, and a ruler of hearts and minds. And as she moved through the throng of admirers, it was clear that she held the power to captivate and enchant all who crossed her path.

While Braelyn made her way through the ballroom, Marcel, the famed king of the quarter, watched from his throne with a mixture of fascination and wariness. His keen senses tingled with awareness as he observed the Bennett witch, her beauty and power a potent combination that both intrigued and unsettled him.

There was no denying the allure of Braelyn's presence, her aura shimmering with otherworldly energy that drew him in like a moth to a flame. And yet, beneath the surface, Marcel sensed a darkness, a hidden strength that made him wary of her intentions.

For centuries, the Bennett witches had been a thorn in the side of vampirekind, their powerful magic a force to be reckoned with. And now, with Braelyn's arrival, Marcel couldn't shake the feeling that history was repeating itself, that the balance of power in the supernatural world was about to shift once again.

As Braelyn's gaze briefly met his own, Marcel felt a shiver run down his spine, a primal instinct warning him to tread carefully in the presence of this enigmatic woman. For though she appeared to be nothing more than a captivating beauty, Marcel knew better than to underestimate the power of a Bennett witch.

At that moment, as Braelyn continued her graceful procession through the ballroom, Marcel couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping over him, a feeling that the arrival of this bewitching woman would herald a new era of uncertainty and upheaval in the supernatural world.

Braelyn could feel his eyes on her but tonight she had a goal and that was to me connections. It was rather easy as many were attracted to the young coven leader. Human, vampire or witch, they all wanted to interact with the woman. Not knowing why, they were all drawn to her, but Braelyn knew why, her magic called out to all supernatural it made them want to bask in her power. Even the inner beast of a vampire either became a leader or follower once they were not solitary. Humans were drawn to witches as they were children of nature often making them feel calm and safe. But the large crowd she was in, allowed her to meet her informant with ease and Marcel never noticed. The night drew on and the witch was starting to get a bit tired it was time to vanish for a while.

Braelyn slipped away onto a secluded balcony, the cool night air enveloped her, offering a moment of respite from the swirling energy of the ballroom below. She leaned against the ornate railing, her thoughts drifting as she gazed out at the moonlit garden spread out before her. Suddenly, a presence materialized beside her, and Braelyn tensed, instinctively recognizing the familiar aura of the vampire. She turned to face him, her expression guarded yet curious, as she met his piercing gaze.