Her Soul and His Blood novel Chapter 3

That eyes are watching her as the early sun rays strikes her body.

Suddenly a hand pulled her bed sheet away. She shoots up from her bed frightened. She is sweating and gasping for breath. Zella blinked her eyes.

And screamed... " what is wrong with you Zad"

" Wake up, or we will be late for first day itself. I told dad that I can't wait for you". And he rushed out of her room. She twitched her lips.

She got up from her bed. She brushed her teeth and brushed her hair. Zella put on a cozy dress and brought herself in front of the mirror

Her blue jeans and top made her shine. She covered herself with a scarf. Her blonde hair was left open. She always loved to keep it open.

Like usual, she held her necklace in her and started to move her hand through it. For the first time she felt something unusual when she touched it.

She felt some kind of changes in herself. She noticed her necklace glowing, and she felt a burning sensation in her birth mark. She felt herself lightweight like a feather.

" ouch, its hurting. It started again." She took a pinch of balm and rubbed her hand through the birthmark.

She took few books and grabbed her bag. She put her cellphone and earpod in it. She walked downstairs. Her mom was preparing sandwiches. She grabbed one,

" yumm... mom, I love you."

Mrs. Christi smiled widely. "Love you too baby"

Her brother was shouting from outside.

"Oh Zella.. we will be late"

She kissed her mom and waved her goodbye. They both entered the car and her dad started driving.

" Dad, so are you dropping us every day?"

" No honey, only for today. School is nearby, you can walk and go."

Zad and Zella rolled their eyes and said quietly

" typical dad".

The beauty of town caught her eyes, while going through the car. The short beautiful buildings, lanes around, a small garden, and beautiful peoples. They all were in a hurry to go somewhere. A young lady carried a bucket and roses in it. She might be selling those roses.

While going, through the window she saw a horrific dark forest. The forest looked like it's been haunted for years.

The wind howled and blew a bitter chill past the dying trees; it danced with the leaves and dragged them away unwillingly from the autumn ground. The floor was damp and stagnant with the odour of decomposing wood, diamonds pierced the black sheet held up above and looked down with vengeance. The forest seemed to never end; tall silhouettes shadowing the ground, ravens circling overhead, and screams echoing through the wind. Beady eyes hidden within the bramble scanned the area, oblivious that they were prey to this Forest. A paranormal presence lurked in the essence of the devils grasp, shadowing each living organism with dire precision.

She had a chill, down through her spine. It was so horrific. Her eyes widened and her brows furrowed. She looked pale.