Thive Stories

"your what!" "WE are demons" he looks at me, his ice blue eyes cold and hungry. ''mia, darling mia, did you think it was going to be that easy to escape us?" he cups both my cheeks in his hands, "we need your blood swetheart. your the sacrafice, you will be the gift to our lord."

Set during the British Raj, a servant steals a mere flute . Little did he know that the flute is crafted from gold! A series of adventures follow him from there.