All Chapters of Demon Cry -1: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

A tiny, chubby boy of seven made his way toward the lake. He giggled thinking about his mother's reaction when she'd find out that he had stolen an item from Pinocchio's wedding. Clothed in a blue suit, with his hair neatly set, he looked like royalty. Well, he was royalty.He was instantly attracted to it when he saw Pinocchio and his fiancee sip from the cup. The simple silver cup. After the priest had announced them, husband and wife, everyone was busy congratulating the ne

Amara had never seen such a beautiful room. She had never dreamed that she would be staying here. She would have never known of the job if it was not for her tutor. She could only thank her luck for being accepted for the job. Her room was of the size of the main hall in the orphanage. Huge windows lined one side of the room which led to a balcony which overlooked the Royal Garden. A huge chandelier hung from the tall ceiling. Like the walls, her king-sized bed was also cream colored. She threw herself onto the bed. She began sinking in. She laughed to herself as she ran her fingers along the soft fabric. This had to be a dream. 

Amara did not understand why Felicia claimed that she would enjoy the party. There were too many people, and all of them were aristocrats. It was safe to say, she wasn't very fond to them. She wondered how many present were like her, orphaned and employed. Of course, she some relief knowing that servants were marching everywhere, providing the guests with drinks and food. The hall was a huge dome. At one end where the stairs where the hall connected with the castle while the other was from the South Wing, where the guest

Amara strained to hear any sound that the seeker was nearing. It was quiet. She was getting impatient. Then all of a sudden, "I found you! Hahaha!" Wendalyn screamed in delight. She heard Rosalyn say something but she couldn't tell what. There was a pause or a few minutes, till she heard one of the sisters ask the other, "Where's Amara?" Amara smiled to herself. She moved ever so slowly and peeked at them. They weren't very far from her. 

The book Queen Ravenna had given her contained the governing laws of Dithrai penned by the dead Prince. Amara's hands were trembling when she realized it. She was not new to the tradition but she knew that only the Royal family was supposed to read it. When a Crown Royal was declared, they would pen down their thoughts about the governing laws of the Kingdom. She didn't know why such a tradition existed but she assumed that it was to guide generations of Royals. The ques