Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 341 – Wovile- Part 1
They went to the local inn which was nearby. Standing deserted with no trees around or houses that stood
distantly away from it, they walked inside the quiet inn. Going to the counter, Damien rang the bell which was placed on top of the desk.
“It looks like an abandoned place,” Penny stated, her green eyes taking in the place where there was no one,
“Where is this place?” They didn’t know where the towns had been built exactly and would need to look for it.
“We are in one of the abandoned towns in Wovile. The town that has been built is nearby. A fair walkable
distance. The last time I was here, I came across people who were helping the town being built,” his eyes took in the desk and the door which stood ajar open behind the counter.
“We might be the only customers,” she murmured and a woman walked through the curtains where the door had
been open. Her appearance small and her back bent as she made her way and stood in front of them. Her short
hair was grey in color, wearing a dull green sweater over her body which made her look slightly plumpy in appearance.
“What do you want?” asked the lady, her voice in no state being polite but brash as if the people who had stepped inside the inn were annoying her.
Damien placed a gold coin on the desk, his fingers moving the coin to her front as he said, “We want a room and
food for four days,” a bright smile was plastered on his face. The woman looked down at the gold coin, her face turning a little mellower by the sight of the coin.
When Damien let go of the coin, drawing his hand back. The lady took the coin from the top of the counter,
putting it in her pocket dress, “Follow me,” she said, her eyes staring at both of them and walking towards the
other side of the small inn. She took them to the next floor which was the only one after which came the roof.
There were three rooms, and she went to one of the rooms, picking up her keys which jingled in her hands as she unlocked the door.
The woman appeared to be grumpy who didn’t spare too many words for them, “The water is cold at noon. The
only time it will be heated is in the morning and it will cost extra if you need hot water at the time of night.”
“Doesn’t the gold coin cover everything?” Penny asked, knowing well how much the coin meant to the local
villagers. The lower class families earned in terms of nickel and penny’s, the maximum they could go up to was by
saving a few silver coins but feeding and having the basic necessities often exhausted the saved money.
“It doesn’t,” the woman replied back in a clipped tone. Damien didn’t bother to haggle and he handed her four
more coins to Penny’s astonishment. Master Damien giving out money without haggling? Did something happen to him?
The woman didn’t go far to exchange more words with them, apart from saying, “Food will be served in two
hours,” with that, she went back down and do whatever she was doing.
“Isn’t she charging a lot?” Penny asked Damien to see him nod.
“She is,” he placed his hand on her small back and led her inside the room, closing the door they placed their
trunks they had carried, “But she also knows we cannot find another inn unless we plan to move to another town
which you won’t be able to see unless you travel for another two hours. She knows it well, and right now we need
a place to stay. Staying in the town itself isn’t feasible. We don’t know right now if the black witches are already
there or if they are waiting to go there after the night falls over the sky and land.”
“The Lord said he would handle it there, the two towns. Will we be able to handle the two here?” by what Penny
saw on the blueprint, the town was large and wide.
She had brought the books along with her, to be able to see if there was a way they could destroy the markings
but right now there was zero possibility that she could find it.
“Well, there’s you and me here. It should be fine,” he answered her. His confidence was something that had to be
appreciated, “The Lord even said he would send others. Right now the time is the constraint and we don’t know
how we are going to stop the ritual if there is one that is.”
“Why not going to the Lord of Wovile and talking about it? I mean he should understand the critical time which has arrived.”
“People don’t trust each other, Penny. To have the villages demolish and rebuild itself would have taken a month
of time and there’s also ego to consider. The letter might help a bit but we need to move the people away but for
how long, is the question,” Damien knew the consequences and the seriousness of the situation they had been
Four towns and hundreds of people who resided in there. If they didn’t do something, people would die. It could
be today or in the future. There was no time to waste, “Let me go give this to the Lord of Wovile. You can rest
here and finish reading to see if you find something. Will you be alright?” he asked her.
Penny nodded, “I will be fine. I will go through them. What about blood?” she asked him.
“What about it?” he asked tilting his head, “Don’t worry, there are sufficient bags of blood for now. You can save
your blood. See you soon,” and suddenly Damien disappeared leaving her alone in the room.
She could only hope that he wouldn’t run out of the blood and go thirsty for it, after all, he was making use of his
ability since the time they had left the mansion…
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 342 – Wovile- Part 2
In the cold room where there was no fireplace right now, Penny was surrounded by the cold weather. The only
comfort being given by the fur coat which she hadn’t removed since she had stepped into this room. She had
also gone as far as to cover and surround herself with a blanket while reading the book of the first witches.
Leaning her back against the pillow, she flipped the page before continuing her read. As time passed by which
she hadn’t recorded as she had her own work to do while Damien had gone to speak to the Lord of Wovile right
now, she was yet to find out how to unbind the markings. She read more and more, and the more she came to
flip the pages the more disheartening it was to think that she hadn’t found the answer yet. Though Damien had
booked the room for four days, they didn’t know when the moon would show up. The clouds above these lands were as cloudy as the ones in the land of Bonelake.
After a while, Penelope decided to take a break. Pushing the blanket away from her, she let her legs hang at the edge of the bed.
Her own mind trying to figure it out on where she could find the answers. It was told that most of the people of
the same kind often thought and did the same way others did. Following the trail like an ant that followed one
after another without unless someone came to make it lost. Penny was never a white witch from the beginning, at
least not until the alignment of stars had taken place.
The white witches were the ones who had created the initial markings. Surely there was a way to nullify it. That
was right, thought Penny to herself. The lines weren’t just pretty designs but each of them when connected to
another line or the placements of it had different meanings and understanding of why they were done.
She started to go through it again, making some more notes but without using many words. Short and crisp
wordings like phrases where if another came to stumble upon it would not have the complete information.
She was only reading the book when she heard some whisperings that came to reach her ears. The whisper so
soft that at first, she hadn’t noticed it until it turned slightly higher for her to look up from her book. Placing the
book aside and sliding down the small bed to go stand near the window as she felt it coming from outside.
Her eyes moved across the barren land. The trees that were still there had shed all their leaves to leave all the
trees around this local inn bare. The darkness of the grey clouds and the snow that stretched far from the inn
until the horizon at one corner and another corner letting her see the tower bell which stood tall from the rest of
the town, she caught sight of a figure that stood in contrast when compared to the rest of the things around.
Penelope’s hand which had been holding the grill bar of the window slowly slid down on seeing who it was. Her
hands felt close, her face pale which had nothing to do with the weather. The person stood there with the same
black hair and brown eyes staring back at her. A smile on the woman’s lips.
At first, she thought it was her imagination. Her eyelashes flicking open and close where she saw her mother
standing in the midst of the snow land.
She was here.
“Mama,” she breathed the words to see the continuous smile on her mother’s face.
She saw her mother’s lips move but what she said never reached her ears and she guessed that her mother had
called her name. She didn’t know how to react right now. The mother whom she had buried in a casket, cried and
cried until there were no more tears right now stood in front of her. Penny was too shocked to process it. She
knew there would be a day where she would meet her mother, had also anticipated it but not this soon.
She was here, realization slowly started to sink into her mind as they stared at each other. When her mother
raised her hand, waving at her, her heart only sunk down further in her chest. She saw her mother starting to walk away after that which snapped her from a daze.
Penelope, quickly put the books away while ignoring the papers. She then reached for the door, opening and
closing it behind her with the key in her hand. Quickly running down the little stairs, she heard the woman say,
“Do not run here,” the woman glared looking at the girl who ran out of the inn without apologizing. The wooden
stairs were weak as it had been years since her grandfather had built it.
Holding the front of her dress so that she wouldn’t fall, she reached the back of the inn. Looking for her mother
who was missing from where she was standing before. She looked back at the inn room where she had been a
few moments ago, her eyes reaching the room before shifting her gaze to search where her mother was. Seeing a
diminishing figure far away which was heading towards the forest, Penny started to run towards it.
It had been months since her mother faked her death. For months she had mourned her, at the loss of her
mother who she believed had loved her. But recently, since her lost memories had started to resurface and make
an appearance she had only come to realize that her perception and what she saw and believed was nothing but
lies. The very life she had led had been a lie.
With her shoes dipping into some soft fresh snow and some snow that had watered and turned to an icy surface, she followed the figure into the forest.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 343 – Wovile- Part 3
The forest which was near the inn was as abandoned as the surrounding which she had left to walk into the
woods. Its serene white color stretching and spreading until her eyes couldn’t see. The figure was diminishing
and Penny ran trying to catch up with her mother who had walked past here.
She tried to catch up when suddenly she lost sight of her mother. Her feet that had been quick in movement
slowly started to fall back and she stopped, moving in a circle in the same place she stood while trying to find
where her mother had disappeared into. She had been right here, closing and in the forest. Where did she go?
Penny’s breath moved rapidly as she had tried to catch up with her mother so that she wouldn’t be lost but in the end, she did anyways.
With only her harsh breath that filled the entire space around her, her green eyes moved from one place to
another, looking behind the trees where she exhaled closing her eyes to hear her mother speak,
“You have been doing much better than I thought, Penny,” hearing her voice from behind, Penny snapped herself
around to face her mother who stood a few meters away from where she was.
“Mama,” Penny still couldn’t believe that her mother was here, standing in front of her alive. A part of her missed
her terribly, so much that she wanted to run to her arms and be consoled that everything will be alright. She was
happy to see her mother, whom she once admired, the same person who had looked after her every time she
had fallen sick but every time she fell sick was the time where her mother had erased her memory.
“How have you been, Penny? Won’t you give your mama a hug?” her mother asked, a sweet and kind smile that
she had been used to for a very long time which now prickled her very skin by seeing it.
Instead of hugging, Penny took a step back when her mother opened her arms and stepped forward towards her.
Her mother gave her a confused look, “What happened? I thought you would be happy, happy to see me back.”
“You lied,” Penny’s eyebrows knit together as she said it to her mother.
“You are confused.”
“About your death or about the lies you have woven into my life?” she asked, her green eyes looking vibrant in
the background of the white snow and her cheeks pale a slightly pink due to the cold.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Penny knew she shouldn’t have chased her mother here, into the forest
where no one came to walk or pass by it. It was a lonely forest where not an animal or a bird made a sound. Just
the leaves moving against each other to cause the whispers between themselves.
“I can see that you’re very upset about my death but I did what I had to do to save you from the people. Things
were very hard a few months ago. If I didn’t do it, it would have put both of us in trouble,” she could tell that her
mother was lying and she wasn’t buying it. Once a lie was woven with more lies, trust was something hard to
retrieve back. With the current record of her mother, she doubted she would ever come to trust her at all.
“You don’t think I would do it for fun, do you?” her mother gave her a look of heartbreak which did break her
own before she reminded herself that this was not the person she once knew.
“How did you come back alive?” she humored her mother with a question.
“I had an acquaintance of mine to help me so that the debt collectors-”
“Debt collectors?” Penny cut her off, “We didn’t borrow any money from anyone. We didn’t have money to spare
which was why I had to work and get the money home. We didn’t spend it on anything. Don’t tell me we did
spend it because I was the one who was keeping the tabs of how much money was being spent so that I could bring enough of it back.”
“Believe or not, that was the truth. It is the reason I did what I did a few months ago. I needed to talk to you
alone. How have you been? I heard that you have started to live in the pureblooded vampire’s mansion.”
Penny nodded her head, “I have. Why didn’t you come for me after the whole thing?” Penny was angry with the
woman yet she tried to keep herself calm and composed.
“Because it wasn’t time yet, but now, I think it is. We can go away and live the life that we always wanted Penny,”
her mother raised her hand for Penny but she never came to move her hand towards her mother. She stared at
the woman who once was her mother. She had loved and adored her, respected her, “I promise, things will go fine.”
“Just like in the past?” Penny asked softly, her eyes turning softer on her mother who smiled at her.
“Yes. Just like the way it was in the past. Just me and you, our own world. You don’t have to live with that vampire,
he must have not treated you well. I saw the marks on your neck,” listening to this, Penny internally felt alarmed.
Her mother was speaking about the marks which were left by Mr. Raverale. When did she even meet or see that she had caught sight of it?
“Purebloded vampires have always had a bad history with us humans. They treat us like dirt and you never know
when they are going to kill you. I am glad to see that you’re still alive and healthy and that is all that matters now.
You don’t have to worry about that vampire, once we leave this place you will never have to think about the awful
time you have spent. Be it being hurt or humiliated in the public,” her mother knew about the incident that had
taken place with Grace in Isle Valley too. Had she been following her always?
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 344 – Lies I see now- Part 1
“How did you know I was here? What are you doing here?”
“I came for you, my dear child. I took help and found you here.”
“Why didn’t you come up to meet me then?”
She could see her mother staring at her, her suspicion growing as to what Penny was thinking. Penny herself tried
to figure out why her mother didn’t come up to meet her. For someone who had been keeping track of her, she
could tell that her mother didn’t know about her frequent visits to the church, nor the relationship she shared with Damien.
But why? She had faked her death and Penny had mourned over it. Wasn’t she supposed to go her way if that
was so? She had tracked her here which was possible that it was a coincidence for both of them to be in the
same land because surely she had no ability when it came to transporting herself to another place like Damien.
It then dawned on her, without holding back she asked, “Was it the spilled magic?”
Her mother stared at her for a second, “What?”
Penelope gave her mother a smile, “Wovile was once a land which was dominated immensely by the white
witches in the past. It was because the witches themselves came from the north and started to settle in.
Unfortunately, not everything was well between the sisters,” she looked up at the bird that chirped in the sky as it
moved from one side to another side of the forest, “The reason behind the friction and differences between the
sisters came when some of the white witches stood against the witches who had turned to black witches and the
others who were transforming into the other kind as they couldn’t stop the l.u.s.t which they craved from the
forbidden magic which was told never to use.”
“To drive away from the ones who didn’t listen or obey the laws which were set from the start of time from their
lands, the pure white witches left magic on the lands which were spilled during the chase out of the black
witches. It wasn’t intentional and known but the places where it was split and slowly people who were unaware,
the humans started to build their houses and estate on top of it. Those places turned out to be a piece of land
where black witches couldn’t step on it. To be specific, a mutated specie of the existing creature. What do you think it is, mama?”
Her mother stayed quiet. Listening to what Penelope just said, things she herself wasn’t completely aware of.
“Is there something you want to tell me, Penny?” her mother gave her a look like the one she had come across in
her dream. A look that said she had caught her lie yet her mother was trying to maneuver around what she just said.
“I don’t know. I think you should tell me. Considering the fact that you falsified your death while you were here,
keeping an eye on me yet not meeting me,” Penny taunted her, seeing her mother who was only gauging on
what to say and how much Penny knew about her, “As you’re not speaking let me help you with that. You are a
black witch who couldn’t step close to the inn as it has magic spilled there,” of course that was why Damien had even picked the inn so that she would be safe.
The sweet appearance that her mother had been holding until now dropped, her jaw ticking by the truth which Penny presented it to her.
“It seems like you found out.”
“You weren’t very subtle when it came to wanting to kill me,” Penny could hardly keep the truth in and she
wanted answers. She had spent countless nights thinking about why her mother wanted her dead but she could never draw up to anything.
Her mother chuckled, exhaling out loudly and looking at her as she asked, “It seems like you have learned quite
some things during my absence. We should fix it, shouldn’t we?” she pulled out something from her dress which
Penny couldn’t see what she held in her hand.
“Am I not your daughter?” Penny asked, holding her breath. This was something that had been haunting her
since she had found out about her mother who was trying to kill her.
“You very much are. I am not lying,” her mother smiled looking at her affectionately, “I am the one who carried
you for seven months in my w.o.m.b. I am the one who fed and brought you up. Have you forgotten all the time
we spent?” When her mother took a step forward again, Penny took two steps behind. Her back hitting the bark
of the tree she stepped away from it.
“I do,” Penny answered, each step of hers moving back and away from her mother so that she could keep a safe
distance, “If you are kind enough, could you return the other ones too so that I could keep them closer and
cherish them,” as much as Penelope was hurt right now, her mouth couldn’t stop being sarcastic as she felt bitter
for what her mother put her through.
It had been months since she had seen her mother being buried in the village cemetery and now that they did,
she wanted all the answers. She knew that the debt collector was a big lie and it was untrue. So many weeks and
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months had passed and her mother felt nothing. She could see it clearly in the eyes now. Things that she once
used to ignore, the subtle indication which she hadn’t realized all those years of living with her mother, she could
now see them as if they were transparent to her eyes.
“What are you talking about?” her mother asked, her voice coming out to be ignorant not knowing what Penny was speaking of.
“I am talking about the memories you so conveniently erased from my mind…”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 345 – Lies I see now- Part 2
Her mother only smiled at her before going to speak, “You have started to remember,” she accepted the fact that
she did erase her memory, “You are being a disobedient child again. You were so well behaved, listening to every
word I said without questioning with any why’s but there were times,” the black witch paused, her steps again
starting to move where Penny only moved farther away, “You know, the spell on the mind was supposed to last
forever yet your curious little mind kept coming back,” her eyes narrowed down not liking it.
“So you erased it all over again,” Penny gulped the air when her eyes caught hold a bundle of a stick in her
mother’s hand. It wasn’t any bundle of stick but a voodoo doll that was made for her.
“I had to. You could be very rude, a child is supposed to listen to the parent but you always and always had to
rebel,” her mother stressed the word ‘always’, “I was only teaching you to be good, Penny. Don’t blame, mama for it.”
“It was you, wasn’t it? Trying to sink me in the water. Why do you want to kill me? If as you say you did erase my
memories I was a good child in your eyes.”
“Because you will remember things you don’t have to. Don’t you see, Penny? I am only trying to help you and
lessen your burden.”
“By killing me?” Penny asked appalled. This person, she had hoped somewhere deep down that her mother
would apologize and regret the problems that had been created. But here she was unsympathetic about the matter.
“Yes, of course. I thought we could live together, for a long time but here you are who knows who I am. Which is
why you will need to die, my daughter. Do you know what is the best thing about the voodoo doll?” her mother
asked raising the doll in her hand, “It will do just as you want. All I need to do is whisper some words and then
you go. Poof!” her mother laughed at her own words.
“I am your daughter. How can you have the heart to kill me?” Penny’s voice cracked at the end, her emotions filling up until her throat.
“I am only removing the burdens from your shoulders, Penny. You are my daughter and I have the right. My
perfect daughter,” her mother said before twisting the voodoo doll’s leg.
Though the black witch had come prepared with the voodoo doll when she found out that her daughter was here
but the woman hadn’t done enough preparation as she had no idea what Penny had been doing until now in her
absence, especially after she found out who she was.
When her mother twisted the leg, she had expected Penny’s leg to twist as that was how the voodoo black magic
worked but Penny stood still staring back at the woman. Her mother frowned, twisting another leg and then
going for the arm but nothing ever came to happen to the girl who stood in front of her unharmed.
She pulled out another voodoo doll of a bundle when Penny asked, “Tell me why you so desperately want to kill
me? I have done nothing but followed your words, you cannot kill me just like that.”
“Oh, I will and you will die, Penny.”
“You had all the time you wanted back then. Why kill me now?” she confronted her mother who was trying to fix something on the voodoo.
“Was this something that has been bugging your mind? I can tell by the look on your face it has been on your
mind,” she let out a tired sigh through her lips, “You were my ticket,” Penny didn’t understand what she meant by
it. Seeing this her mother stopped fiddling with the doll and said, “Do you think we got to stay in the village just
like that? You were the testament to show we were normal humans though a lot of them didn’t like us which you
already know. Poor you, always getting beaten by the villagers.”
“I know it was you who did it,” Penny gritted her teeth, her hands clutching the sides of her dress remembering
what she had dreamt. All this while she had used her very own daughter as an alibi that she was normal and had a family.
A wicked smile fell on her mother’s lips, “I must say, you were a very annoying child. I had to shut you up, I must
say though…I did enjoy it, to release the stress as the villagers kept a keen eye to what I did outside but who
cared what happened inside the house. What can I say, little children, are always entertaining when it comes to
beating them up,” though Penny knew it was her mother who was telling her all these things, she still couldn’t believe it.
The person she knew and the person now were poles apart from that she would have never imagined it if
someone told her the truth.
“It is ready. We can start the ritual and have you gone before that pureblooded vampire notices. I must say he is a
very handsome man, to even help me the last time he had stepped in here when I was having a fight with
another black witch. I should probably get him once I am done with you,” her mother smiled, breaking the hands
of the voodoo doll as she anticipated for Penny’s hands to break which again didn’t happen, “Why is it not
working!” she heard her mother’s frustrated voice as if she was in a hurry to leave somewhere.
Her mother tapped the doll on the palm of her hand while using the black magic on it. It was then Penny said,
“It isn’t going to work. It might have worked once, twice but it won’t the third time,” her mother raised her eyes
to her daughter, eyes narrowed, “I am a white witch mother. Something that I acquired from father.”
The black witch twisted her mouth. She knew that the girl would turn out to be a white witch if she wasn’t going
to be a human but that never bothered her, “So what? You are an inexperienced white witch who knows nothing,”
the girl would have hardly found any time to learn anything about herself. Especially with the council and the
hunters have a keen eye where no one liked witches, it would be hard to do anything.
Penelope herself had placed her hand in her dress pocket who pulled out the rosemary which she held in her
hand tightly, “You shouldn’t be overconfident about it…”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 346 – Unanswered- Part 1
Penny clutched her hand tightly on the grassy plant which she had started to carry after going to the church.
While studying about the witches and their spell, she had come across the voodoo doll and how hard it was to
get out of it. Most of the books which the current white witches had spoken on how one couldn’t get out of it if
any black witch jinxed a person to do their bidding.
But there had been a solution to it. It was recorded by the early white witches which were preserved in a way
where no one would ever find the information and be misused. After years, it seemed like it was Penny who had
the ability to decipher the coded parchments which no one had read or had read something else which they were meant to see.
“Rosemary,” her mother said looking at her hand, “Is that what is preventing the voodoo to take place?” the black
witch gave her a curious look, still continuing to follow her daughter’s steps where Penny continued to move
away like they were playing a game of catch.
Penny didn’t go to answer her mother’s question, “Why are you so intent on killing me? We have spent years
together, even if I wasn’t the child you were looking forward to. You mold me the way you wanted by erasing and
tampering with my memories so that everything went your way. Will you feel no remorse?” Penny’s heart stood still when her mother replied with,
“No. Why should I?”
A smile reached Penny’s lips, a smile which was a mixture of sadness and the from knowing the truth. Her mother
didn’t care about her. The care that she thought it was was never care but a shield which she had used as Penny
to save herself from being suspected by the fellow villagers and the witch hunters.
“I made you,” there was a certain pride in her mother’s voice as she said it. And it wasn’t because she was proud
of Penny but of her own self, “I gave birth to a human, a white witch who had been disguised for years which
even I didn’t notice. Now that I think about it, I know why your memories came lapsing back to you. It wasn’t
because my magic was wrong. Only the white magic can go wrong where there are rules and not black magic.
Because there are no rules when it comes to black magic.”
“You were a white witch from the very beginning. Your father must have done something which even I didn’t
know about,” she let out a throaty laugh, her eyes turning colors from brown to gold. Further changing to slits,
her skin turning darker with scales like patchworks on her face and hands which Penny caught on to. The black
witch had appeared in front of her and she felt numb.
“Tell me more about father. Was it true that he really left us? Or was that a lie too?” Penny questioned her mother.
One of the other things she had learned about the black witches was that they always changed their appearances
to an original one during two situations. One, when they had to channel the black magic for the oncoming blow
to be put against the enemy. Two, when it was the matter of fear and anger, the need for flight. Right now she
wondered which of the two it was.
She had prepared the rosemary to protect herself from the voodoo at the fear of drowning in the water again.
But as she realized that she had no other protection if her mother tried something on her then she was in deep
trouble. Therefore she tried to buy time and increase the length hoping she would make it to the inn by scooting
away slowly inch by inch. Her mother wouldn’t be able to step on the lands with the spilled magic, it was
hazardous to a black witch which was equal to a burning torch of flame.
“What do you think?” her mother responded back to her question. With the way she was smiling right now,
Penny could only deduce that it was another possible lie, “Your father was a good man, Penny. An amazing one
actually, someone who loved me and you very very much,” this changed her line of perspective, “He actually did
leave us. You shouldn’t blame mama. Especially when I have done nothing but protect a cub like you and have
“Your words of nurturing and taking care falls under the manipulation of your own world which I doubt others
would agree to,” how long had it been since Damien had left her in the inn? She had indulged herself in the
books to the point that she hadn’t bothered to look at her pocket watch which she now regretted now doing.
The pocket watch which she carried was lying on the desk next to the bed.
“Are you speaking back to me, Penny? I can just flick your mind and we can return back to how we were before.
Just you and me. It wouldn’t matter how many times your memories return back to you. We can schedule the
memory to erase every month so that you will never stray from the path I have set for you.”
“You don’t want a daughter. You want a puppet who listens and abides by you without any question or feelings,”
Penny stated, her mind sobering. She built walls around her heart now so that she wouldn’t be hurt for what her
mother wanted and was trying to do.
The black witch smiled, her entire presence coming to be known that looked hideous in comparison to her
human self. The scales on her skin appeared like a snake, some part of her skin looking dry and cracked like a
dried land out of the draught.
Penny had previously come across witches on how they looked but seeing her own mother like this was a slap on
the face. She had imagined it or had at least tried to but nothing ever came close to how she looked right now.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 347 – Unanswered- part 2
“You look at it wrongly,” her mother’s speech came out in a hiss, her tongue had turned like a snake that slithered
in and out of her mouth when she spoke to her, “I am merely trying to protect you and here you are putting the
blame on me. Come here, dear,” she raised her hand, reaching out to Penny who stood far away from her.
Penny shook her head, “What did you do to father?” she wanted to know about him. She had found out that he
had died but she wanted to know more about it and she knew her mother had hidden the information about him.
“You already know the answer. It should be there in your memories,” her mother smiled looking at her. Penny
didn’t know. How could she know when her mother had erased all of the important parts of her life. But she said
that she knew about it? Did that mean she was there with her father? Of course, her mother had done something.
Suddenly out of the blue, her mother started running towards her. Throwing away the voodoo doll which was
useless to her and used, she pulled out a knife from her dress which she had hidden beneath her dress and
pockets. Penny could only put the rosemary back in her pocket before she started to run. The fresh snow that was
on the ground along with the harden snow made it slightly harder to run away as she almost tripped once where
there was nothing but snow there.
Her boots slipped against the ground once in every while and she had to catch the bark of the trees when it
almost happened. Her mother was faster than her, so fast that it didn’t take her time to catch up with Penny.
Catching hold of Penny’s dress from the back, she pulled and threw her against another tree.
Penny groaned when her body made contact with another tree of the forest. Falling down on the ground she flinched.
Her mother walked towards her, her movement slow as she approached her. Penny had learned a few things
when it came to living life so that she could survive but no one ever taught how to handle heartbreak or how to
defend from their mother who was willing to go as far as to kill their only child.
Her mother raised her hand, “I thought I would be able to keep you once I returned but I don’t think I have any
use for you now. I created you so it should be alright to kill you with my own hands. Don’t you think it is fitting?”
this person was in no way her mother. She was never the mother and everything had been nothing but a sham.
“Don’t do it,” Penny pleaded with her mother to whatever she was trying to do right now, “You do this and
everything will change,” which was the truth. She had believed her mother all this time, hanging to the little
thread of hope which her mother was pulling as the strings started to come out one after another. Hoping that
the mother she had grown up with was still somewhere in there.
The black magic which her mother had used on her had been so strong that the memories that she erased never
let her know about the events that took place which had turned out to be a clean white slate. But the very slate
which was white now looked tattered and old.
“Oh, Penny my child. Things have always been like this. It was just that you never knew what was going on.”
Penny could feel the cold ice that her hands were placed on the ground. The snow turning her body numb that it
refused to move right now. Her mother wanted to kill her but she spoke about erasing her mind at the same
time, what was it going to be?
Picking the loose snow, she threw it on her mother, distracting her before she stepped rolled away from where
she was seated and stood up again, “How childish of you to think that you can run away from me. I have always
had my eyes on you, Penny. Always. I have been your mother, and it is the mother’s duty to make sure that the
child follows the right path.”
“I don’t think I have ever heard a logic as dumb as what you have proposed,” Penny walked back quickly, turning
herself away from her mother and starting to run. She used all her might to run. At the same time, she reminded
herself to practice to run faster as it seemed like she was running quite a lot lately with everyone wanting to her, for reasons she wasn’t even aware of.
It was one thing to know who and why they were doing, and a completely different matter when one didn’t know
what they did that had put themselves on the map. Both her hands were busy as they held the bottom of her
skirt so that she wouldn’t step on it and she tried to widen the distance between them, heading in the direction
of where the inn was.
“Don’t fight it,” Penny’s mother raised her hand, whispering something as she used the spells in the air.
Before Penny could go too far from her mother she tripped out of nowhere as the roots that were below and
were buried under the ground and the snow crept up reaching out for her. The roots circled her ankles and
stopped her from running away. With a small thud, she grimaced over the fall before trying to move her legs
from the roots that had entangled itself around her feet but its grip on her was strong which made it unable for her to move or stand up.
She tried to race her mind over the spells she had learned but she could hardly remember anything right now as she was panicking with every step her mother took towards her.
She didn’t want to die, she wasn’t ready for it!
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 348 – Getting ready- Part 1
With her mother who almost reached the spot where she was, Penny closed her eyes, trying to calm her mind
and the raging of her heart which had been panicking for a while now. When she felt she was much calmer than
before, she opened her green eyes to see her mother standing in front of her.
“Did I tell you that your father had green eyes too? Just like yours, so very rare and beautiful,” her mother
commented, playing with the knife that she had been holding in her hand.
“No, you didn’t but I guessed that was the case. That I had taken after him and not you,” Penny replied back,
pulling her leg again in an attempt to escape from the binds of the roots.
“What do I hear in those words? Are you happy or sad about it?” her mother tilted her head, a grin on her lips
which looked more hideous in the appearance of the black witch.
“I am definitely happy about it,” They both knew it therefore she didn’t see why she would have to beat around the bush.
“I am sure, daddy would be very proud of you,” her mother patted her head and Penny tried to get the hand away from her.
“What did you do to him?”
Before Penny’s question could be answered, a horn echoed through the forest, loud enough from where it was
created that had both Penelope and her mother look in the direction of where it was heard.
“Oh, dear. I think it is time for me to go. I will see you soon, daughter,” the appearance of her mother started to
change back to one which adorned as a human, the features turning soft and pleasant on one’s eyes.
“Wait!” Penny said as she was not done receiving the answers she had been looking for but her mother didn’t
stop walking and instead disappeared in the thicket of the trees and snow, leaving her alone there with her legs bound to the floor of the forest.
Alone in the forest, Penny tried to get the roots that had made past her ankles and now to her knees which was
subtly trying to move up which made her worried. Whatever magic her mother had put here, the spell still
continued even with her absence. Looking around she couldn’t find a stone near her, where ever she was now,
she was surrounded by nothing but white snow.
Digging her hand through the ice-cold snow near her, her hand tried to reach for any possible stone so that she
could use it in breaking the knots that had formed around her leg.
“Ahh!” she screamed looking up at the sky in pure frustration before stopping her hands from moving around.
Where was Damien? She didn’t know exactly how this soul bond which he had placed on her worked, or at least
that is what Penny thought it was.
Though the bond which Damien placed was special there were certain restrictions when it came to it. The feelings
could be felt stronger when the person was near. The farther the distance, the weaker the link turned out to be
where detecting the partner’s emotions were hard to do.
It wasn’t like they could talk telepathically but she hoped he would feel her distress right now. And he did. After
more than twenty minutes had passed Damien came into the forest searching for her to find Penny who had her
back lying against the floor of the forest.
When Damien had reached the local inn, the room was empty and Penny had gone missing. He hadn’t bothered
to enquire as he could already feel her. Her emotions were calm by the time he had made it to where she was,
deep inside the forest. To a person who would have taken a glance at her right now, one would tell that she was
meditating with her eyes closed.
Hearing the footsteps, Penny opened her eyes to see him upside down, “How did the meeting go with the Lord
of Wovile?” she asked without going to sit up. She continued to lay down on the cold floor. If it weren’t for the
thick coat that she wore, her back would have frozen by now.
Damien looked at her confused, “What are you doing here?” His eyes then caught sight of the roots which had
bound her legs and over her dress up until her thighs.
“What happened here? I thought you were going to stick to staying in the inn,” he had at least hoped that she
would occupy herself with the books that were there to be read. Walking past her head and making it to her feet,
he pulled out a knife from his sock which he often placed.
Starting to cut it one after another, Penny was finally released from the roots and she could finally sit as she
pleased. Taking Damien’s hand, she stood up, her expression slightly off.
“I planned to stick to stay in the room,” Penny stated for him to raise his brow.
“What happened then?”
Penny stared into his eyes, her lips pressing before she said, “I met my mother. We spoke,” Damien was alarmed
by the fact that the black witch had followed where Penny was. She herself didn’t know how to put everything into words, seeing the inability, Damien asked,
“Are you doing okay?” to his question she shook her head.
“I hoped she would be empathetic, thinking there was still a part of her which I had known since I grew up that
cared,” Inhaling the air, she let it out. She was far from doing okay. It was one thing to know that her mother
wanted her dead and another thing to hear it from her very own lips.
“Come here,” Damien pulled her by her hand seeing her quiet expression where she was trying to contain down
her emotions, “You’ll be okay,” he whispered for her to nod her head.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 349 – Getting ready- Part 2
With Penelope’s few words that she spared to let him know what her mother and she had spoken, Damien had
understood that the lady was a goner. He already knew that she had no guilt or self remorse for what she had
tried to do with her daughter and with the opportunity that present to her, she would do it over and over again
until Penny rested in the coffin box.
He peered at Penny through his glasses who was reading the book since they had returned back in the room.
Since they had returned back from the forest she had immersed herself in finding more about the massacre and
how to unbind it.
When he had enquired, Penny had said, ‘She said she met you here. The last time you visited Woville. When she
was having a fight with another black witch.’
His eyes had narrowed, remembering the woman he had helped, thinking she was a black witch. The situation
was presented in front of him in a way that it shadowed the possibility of her mother being a black witch and he
had shot the other black witch. Misunderstanding that she was a human, he should have known though.
Penelope had acquired her acting skills from none other than her very own mother. The woman had played the part well.
“I studied the winds and its direction,” Penny pulled away from the book to look up at Damien, “The massacre is
taking place not just by the full moon’s presence but the color of the moon needs to turn golden in color,” she
placed her finger on the parchment of the book and running it from left to right, “A full moon’s course lasts up to
three nights. The first moon is the formation of the moon, the white moon and then the golden moon which is
the process of how it turns up every night. Though the witches can make use of the white moon, it is the full
moon that allows the white or the black witch to channel the power of nature to its fullest which is impactful
compared to the other moons.”
“We already have a full moon awaiting for us tonight,” Damien commented to have her nod in agreement.
“But we don’t know which day of the full moon it is. If it is the first, the second, third or the fourth,” Penny
pointed out the hurdle which they had to work on right now.
The weather had been cloudy not just in Bonelake but also in the other four lands. Another thing was that they
had no idea if the clouds would drift away from each other.
“Lord Herbert said he would send some of his men to guard the town but even with many people to guard, we
don’t know if the black witches had already reached the town and have infiltrated all around for the process to
take place. Finding witches right by barging in every place right now is hard and it will only increase the panic in
the public which will turn chaotic.”
“What are we going to do then?”
“The Lord said that he would be sending some of the last witches who were the apprentice of the first generation
white witches. There aren’t many who were left who could put in a spell to catch the witches and right now they
are roaming in the town in search of the black witches,” he filled her in with what was going on.
Penny tried to understand, hoping it would work, “But they will know…” her eyebrows knit together in a frown,
“The black witches can cheat their way out of it before the white witches even decide to make their move,” it was
because while the white witches couldn’t identify who the black witches were, it wasn’t the same when it came to
the black witches. The black witches had a good amount of advantage to fool the white witches. Their ability to
detect and their access to the forbidden magic which they would use and she knew it.
“We can only hope that the white witches do their job and don’t fall flat on the floor dead,” Damien stood up
from the chair he had been sitting on, going to the extra trunk which he had carried where he unlatched and
Penny had to tilt her head to have a better view of what was in the trunk. There were large black pouches and she
didn’t have to ask to know that there was blood in there. There were around eight to nine of them where Damien
now picked up two bags out of it. Turning the knob at the top he started to drink from it. Finishing one in less
than two minutes and the next one in the same duration of time.
She saw him lick his bloody lips.
They had traveled back and forth using his ability, it was only known that he would need to replenish his energy
by drinking the blood to keep his thirst away so that the corruption wouldn’t act up.
Damien threw the empty pouches into the trunk to say, “Also, we have you,” he grinned tipping his chin up.
Penny didn’t know how Damien could count on her when she knew nothing.
“You have high hopes on me,” she said when he pulled his chair closer to her and sat.
“I do. I believe that if the opportunity presented where I was about to die out of corruption, you would somehow find a way and bring me back.”
“And what if I can’t? What then?”
“Then you let me die and say you tried your best. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t,” he narrowed down his eyes suspiciously.
“How can I not bring you back, it would be a great offense and everyone would miss you.”
“That is true. I am a very missable person. Did I tell you I miss myself sometimes and then I realize I am right here,” and he laughed.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 350 – Getting ready- Part 3
The time of evening approached quickly and Penny was yet to discover if the books really held any important
information in regards to the massacre so that they could stop it before hundreds and thousands of lives would
be sacrificed in the hands of the black witches.
Lord Nicholas had told them that they would guard the towns in Bonelake, therefore, they hadn’t taken the job
and worried about it, concentrating only on the Woville right now. Though the white witches had descended
from the north, very few remained in the land of the North as the hate people had against them was too much.
Right now Penny was the lone person that Damien depended on. The girl was unsure if she could ace the way he
wanted it but he knew better than her that everything happened for a reason. She was one of the alignments of
stars, destiny was waiting for her to pick up what she was supposed to do and he believed in her.
“Damien?” Penny called him as he readied himself with the coat which had many pockets and placements for the
various weapons he would need if the war between the witches and the other creatures did break out.
As he tucked in the knives one after another, Damien raised his brows, “Yeah?”
“Could I borrow a gun too?” she asked, her hand clutching on the top of the chair not knowing what his reaction would be.
Growing up with the humans, she was taught to not cross her limits as a female of the society which was ironic.
As it was the very same humans who maintained distance with her and treated her like she was some piece of garbage.
“I don’t see why not,” bending down and picking up one of the guns from the bed where all the weapons were
placed in a display, he handed the silver gun to her, “Do you know how to use it?” he asked. When she shook her
head, Damien didn’t ridicule her as a woman with a lack of knowledge. Instead, the man took the gun back from
her and started to explain how the gun worked.
“This is how you hold it. I have put the bullets in right now but you will need to reload them after the count of
eight. This here is the hammer where you pull it towards you, and then you pull the trigger to shoot. Here’s a
pack of silver bullets. Do you need a demonstration?” he asked her.
“No, I will test it out there,” she said, not wanting the innkeeper to come barging into the room when they had so
many weapons laid out. The worst scenario would be the woman barging in and shouting before Damien would
shoot her right in the head.
“If you’re not going to use it, uncork the hammer. We wouldn’t want you shooting yourself and dying in the
effort of wanting to save the others we don’t know. It would be pointless and wasteful. I would rather have you
stay safe and they die. I am a selfish man,” he added in the end, “What do you have with yourself?” he asked
seeing she had a few things of her own which she had picked up from the church.”
“Uhh, I have the liquid tubes with me. You will need to drop it on the black witch, it will emulate their skin and
burn them. Will help in slowing them down. I made them myself,” Penny said proudly before handing a few bottles to him.
“So I just throw it?” he asked before tucking them all in his pocket.
“Yes. I have made sure that even if it blasts with you near it, you wouldn’t be affected by it. Just the black
witches,” she explained about it. She then pulled out a set of needles that looked nothing less to a hairpin, “This
will help in quick body disintegration. Make sure that you push the needle deep inside so that it reaches the
muscle tissue. These are the only ones I have.”
“You can keep them. Will you be okay to use it? You will need to be in close proximity if you’re going to use the needle.”
Damien was a little concerned as Penny had personally never fought with a black witch or many witches at a time.
Taking her into the town where the massacre was taking place was something that he had gone through back
and forth of his mind until he decided it was best to have her around in close range than have here where there
was a possibility of her being lured by her mother.
“You are there if something happens,” she beamed like a child with the weapons she had brought along with her
from the church. It was even a mystery as to when she had brought it to the mansion as Damien had never noticed it.
“I will always have your back. Why do I feel like you’re excited to kill the black witches more than me?” he gave
her a look as he continued to load the other weapons in this clothes while speaking to her, “Remember, the black
witches can spot you, so you need to make sure you don’t get set up by them. Humans don’t take the presence
of any kind of witches kindly here. They won’t see if you are a good person but will burn you on the spot. Do you
think you will be able to handle it?” he asked with the utmost seriousness, staring straight into her eyes.
“I will be able to do it. Telling this to me, you’re only trying to make me nervous,” she complained quietly.
“That is because the town is soon going to turn into a death mine and the city of the dead. Listen to the orders I
give and don’t stray away from it,” she nodded her head diligently, “I mean it, Penelope. One wrong direction and
I will bring your sweet ass back to this inn while having you locked up here.”
“Yes, Master Damien,” Penny saluted him for him to nod and then lean forward and kiss her.