Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 381 – Rules to play with- Part 1
Somewhere deep down in her heart, Penny wished she had met the late lady. What Penny didn’t know was that
time had let her meet the lady, walking past each other where Penny didn’t know who the lady was but the
woman who had walked by her one of those days in the church was the very person whom she now wished to meet.
To think she lived here and Alexander was her son, she couldn’t stop the genuine respect she felt right now. The
woman had been considerate and like many others wanted a life of peace but the black witches had got to her.
Lord Alexander knew about it but the man was a lord of the whole West land and he had to act the part without
raging out his anger for what happened to his mother.
“Are the books in the room?” Alexander asked to receive a quick nod by Penny. He went to one of the closets,
opening it and pulling the bell. In less than a minute, the ghost butler arrived. It made Penny wonder if the man
had run to reach here, thinking about it she smiled to herself, “There are some old rusted books that are in
Damien’s room. Get all of them here.”
“Yes, milord,” Martin bowed his head and went out. The butler returned back with all the books using just one
hand to balance everything out, “Where do I place it, Sir?” he asked for instructions.
“Here, should be fine,” he pointed out at the table and the butler placed all the books without letting any fall down.
“You can leave,” Alexander said to have the butler close the door behind him and walk away. It looked like the
lord trusted Martin a lot to let him see this side of the mansion which she doubted anyone saw at all, “Did you try
reading it?” he asked Damien who smiled.
“Yes, I can. It speaks about how to grow mushrooms and carrots and whatnot. Aunt Isabelle sure had a sense of
humor to camouflage it with a spell that we couldn’t read,” this brought a smile on Lord Alexander’s lips.
“Others might not be able to read it right now but it is better that you burn the moon signs once you are done
reading it,” he looked at Penny for her to nod.
“I know!” Penny’s sudden exclamation startled both the men, “The book of clouds and weather speaks about
plants and flowers. They have a scent. The reason why the potions don’t have labels is so that others will never
come to misuse it. Only the white witches can smell and tell what each other they belong to.”
“And how do we know what it belongs to?” asked Damien which even Alexander had no answer to at the moment.
She pulled one of the books which the butler had placed. Tapping on the surface of it, she said, “This one speaks
about the use. They are very subtle hints and do not talk directly. But they are all in here,” she assured them.
“Looks like you both will be doing a lot of reading.”
The next couple of hours and two days were spent reading the book and deciphering what it was all about. What
was in here in the mansion was just a portion of what was in the secret room. They had to know the scent and
use the potions. The witches didn’t mean to eat the information but were only protecting what they knew.
With many books, both Alexander and Penelope sectioned the books to read and complete it. Apart from the
identification of the scent, Penny found out something that was scribbled in haste.
It read-‘Making of charm stones’.
She went through the content but it appeared to differ from the way the church did. Finally, they decided to
create one of the potions which were to heal the injury. No potion had ever been mentioned like this before. The
maximum a white witch ever did was give some herbs but healing wound was something unheard of.
“I don’t think we got everything right in here,” Penny looked down at the boiling pot which had turned black.
“Hmm,” Alexander stared at it, picking the book he said, “We added everything that was needed. Roots of
chimole, hair of the cat, nail of an old man, a drop of blood.”
Damien who couldn’t read the book was reading a normal book that he had borrowed from Alexander’s library,
hearing what they were doing, he leaned slightly forward to see what his cousin and his mouse were up to.
Seeing the state of the pot, he frowned along with the ingredients that were listed. He didn’t know why but it
didn’t look like it was anything remotely close to what one would use for healing.
Raising his brows and pushing the glasses back on the bridge of his nose that had slid down, he went back to
reading while leaving the excited children with the cookbooks, until he heard Alexander’s voice,
“Let’s test this on you, Damien,” the lord looked at him with a serious expression.
“Oh, hell no! Are you serious?”
“You will be fine” Penny commented before looking at him sweetly when he narrowed his eyes, “You told you would trust me.”
“You? Yes. That thing? Not happening,” he shook his head.
Lord Alexander looked back at the pot and then the ingredients they had added. It was often told on how white
magic had to be handled delicately as one misstep could touch and open the forbidden magic. Something didn’t
feel right. At least with how the potion turned out to look.
Damien took another look at the pot before he asked, “Are you even sure what is written in there is right? All the
ingredients used there looks like one a black witch would use. I mean you did add an old man’s nail.”
Lord Alexander was one of the first person to realize following Damien on what was going on, their expressions
turning grim and serious. The room had suddenly turned quiet.
She asked, “What happened? Did we miss something?” looking at them back and forth. With the lord who was
still trying to wrap his head around, Damien replied,
“This isn’t white magic,” it took Penny some time to sink the information in her mind, “There’s a possibility that
you both have tried to tap the forbidden magic.”
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Did she hear it right?
“It can’t be,” Penny couldn’t believe that they would have stepped into the lines which they weren’t supposed to do.
Alexander was still trying to contemplate what they did and looked at the book and flipped through the
parchment of pages of the book when Damien asked, “Do you feel any change? Any change in the body?” he
stared at Penny to see if there were any changes he could see but he found none so far on her face or her hands.
Penny shook her head, “I don’t feel any changes so far,” turning to look at the Lord who was quiet; she wondered
if he could feel anything. It was an obvious thing that when a white witch tapped into the forbidden magic, there
would be change in their body where it would start to transition from white witch to black witch. She was
definitely not looking to complete the process and turn to a black witch.
To be something she detested along with the others, she didn’t want to be part of it.
“It is a white witch’s book. Why would there be anything regarding the black witch when they know what the
consequences are?” and it was Lady Isabelle’s books, she was a white witch until her death.
Lord Alexander then came to answer, “It is possible that my mother tried some of the forbidden magic,” his
words were soft in the room and he exhaled with his lips twisting, “The books that you found in Creed’s house
might be mixed with what the white witches wrote down but it is very possible that she or someone else tested it
out. If you go to the normal witches here in the town who work in the church, the maximum they will give you
herbs that have been mixed and crushed with other plants to give relief which will make it feel like the pain you
feel is getting better but it is only stopping the pain from going to your brain.”
“Does this mean Aunt Isabelle has touched the forbidden magic and now you both have done it too?” Damien
had placed his book down from reading it and not liking where the conversation might be going or how bad the
situation was right now, “I don’t see any changes so far. The effect should have taken place right away.”
Even Penny agreed to it. When a white witch tapped into the forbidden magic, the skin would start to itch and
one would feel and know where the skin was changing. The beginning process of being part of the black witch
clan, Penny herself didn’t like it.
“Mother never mentioned about touching the forbidden magic or any magic elaborately. I don’t think I caught
anything about it because father and the others never spoke about her change in behaviour or anything remotely
making her appear that she had changed her personality. People still perceived her as the kind woman,” Damien
nodded his head, “I don’t think we have completed the process of the magic, which is why the changes haven’t
taken into effect yet. There are some spells that have been written down which need to be told out loud for it to complete.”
“That’s good,” replied Damein, “What a close call-” he said before catching Penny’s eyes that started to change
differently. Her beautiful green eyes were still there but it was the pupil that had started to change and fluctuate
from being round to one that resembled like a snake’s eye that had turned to slits.
Penny had been happy hearing what Lord Alexander said until a slight headache started to form in her head. She
closed her eyes and then opened it to look at Damien who had stopped talking. Her own heart dropped when
she saw the look on his face and she didn’t have to be told why he looked at her the way he did now.
Her lips parted and she asked, “It is changing, isn’t it?”
Lord Alexander’s head snapped on Penny’s words. Looking at her eyes that had changed. Usually, it was the skin
that changed but for Penny, it was her eyes. He didn’t get it though. They hadn’t completed the spell for the
potion, for her to be affected by it.
Damien was wondering about the same as his cousin appeared to be completely fine yet his mouse was looking
at him with snake eyes, “This is why you shouldn’t call others snake, mousey. Look at it being backfired,” he said
looking at her where she had started to panic, hoping it would ease her nerves.
“It’s not supposed to happen. No magic is complete if one doesn’t complete the process. If it didn’t affect me it shouldn’t affect her either.”
“Ah…” Penny trailed.
“What happened?” asked Lord Alexander, his eyes strained on her as he tried to pick any difference in her appearance.
“Do you think a black witch doesn’t need spells for the completion of the potion?” she asked no one in particular.
She stared down at the potion they were making earlier which had turned to a black soup, “My father might be a
white witch but my mother is a black witch. It might be possible that as much as the white witch blood is
dominant in my blood, there’s still a residue of black witch’s blood that runs in my veins.”
“It still shouldn’t matter,” Alexander started to flip and turn the pages, “Look. It says- the spells and magic of this
book are for white witches’ use where one will have to create the ingredients and then make use of the spells for
the potion to be completed.”
“Yet it has affected her and not you, Alex,” Damien stood up from the chair he had been sitting in to bend down
and look at the pot, “It looks too dark to be called as white witch’s potion,” He lifted Penny’s face so that he could
take a better look at her eyes.
“I don’t want to turn to one,” Penny whispered to him…
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Penny didn’t want to be like her mother. Being a black witch was something she didn’t want to be, “I don’t want to turn to one.”
“You won’t. As you said, it might be one of the side effects of being the offspring of two different witches. The
spells and the procedure must be different to different kinds of witches and isn’t the same when it comes to how
it would react,” they stood up and Damien pulled Penny to his side, “If aunt Isabelle wrote this down, it is possible
that she performed the forbidden magic.”
Penny walked towards one of the glass shelves, looking at her reflection to see her eyes that had turned to slits.
She felt like she was seeing a completely different person right now. This was not supposed to be happening.
They were only testing to check if the potions could benefit and it was the same ones they had believed it to be
by the scent of it but who knew she was walking in the path of the forbidden magic.
“It is possible that as Alexander is a different sort of witch, it must have not harmed him and he must be immune
to it,” Damien came up with the theory of the possibility of what might have happened just now, “If it is true.
Alex, complete the potion,” he said to his cousin who only frowned at him.
“How do we know it is not going to backfire?” asked Lord Alexander who was not interested in playing check if
the forbidden magic would affect him or not.
Penny turned back, looking at Lord Alexander who was contemplating what to do, “Okay, let’s test it.”
Saying this, he bent down and added a few more things into it and started to chant the spells that were written
down which was in a language of the witches that was not spoken anymore now in any of the lands, “I need a
test subject,” said Alexander looking at Penny and Damien as they were the only ones in the room, “We aren’t
sure of how it will react with the pureblooded vampire. The normal healing mechanism of us is higher than the
other creatures and we don’t know how much time it will take if we were to use the potion,” his eyes then shifted
to Penny who felt like she was the goat who was about to be sacrificed.
At the same time, she wanted to know if it would work. If it could heal, the potion they had made where her eyes
looked like a snake. Thinking about it, she internally w.h.i.n.ed.
Alexander walked towards her, his steps languid until he reached for the room bell to call his butler. When the
butler arrived, the man covered his surprise over what was happening in the room.
“How can I be of your service, Lord Alexander?” asked the butler, his head bowing at him.
“Take a seat, Martin. We are trying to experiment with something from one of my mother’s books,” hearing this
the butler’s eyes slightly widened. One would have mistaken his widened eyes to be because he was going to be
the test subject but it wasn’t because of it.
Alexander had grown up with Martin around him to be able to pick up subtle expressions of his butler, “Is
something the matter, Martin?” he tilted his head in question.
To Penny, the butler appeared to be the same with his hard cold expression that seemed unchanged. She
watched the butler stare back at Lord Alexander like the person in front of him had not spoken a word to him.
The butler, on the other hand, remembered the times when the Lady and the previous Lord were still alive. His
eyes didn’t move to look at the books as he realized what he had carried in here.
“These are the lost books of Lady Genevieve.”
“Lost?” Alexander asked seeing there was an answer right here without the need to look outside.
“When the Lady met Sir Zachary and started to live here after their marriage. She had stored some of the books
in her room. Sir also made a library with the number of times she visited local libraries and stored the books.
Some books that weren’t part of the library. The council after knowing the marriage of a pureblooded lord to a
white witch came to run a check. It happened once in every six months. Sometimes lesser than that as a surprise
visit but it then stopped after two years.”
“Must have been the time when Rueben was appointed to be the head council,” Damien chimed in. This put a
thought in his mind, wondering if his aunt had pushed forth the current head councilman for his job so that he
could be useful to her or if Rueben had taken the step himself. He had heard how they knew each other for years
but it was a one-sided feeling there and then came his uncle Zachary who swept her off her feet.
Martin said, “One day Sir Zachary decided to host the Winters ball here as a tradition. It was then that the books
went missing. The books that went missing are the very books that you see here,” his eyes fell on the books that were on the table.
“How do you know these are the same books?” Alexander interrogated his butler who had spent more years in this mansion than him.
“They were about vegetables. She was very upset when she noticed that they were gone. Master back then
couldn’t do anything like a search for it would only cause suspicion. She was upset that there were other things
that were written in there which she was worried would be misused for one’s own selfishness,” said the butler, the
most Penny had ever heard the butler speak, “She said it would be a downfall if one where to find what she and
her brother wrote.”
“Brother?” Penny uttered the words.
“Mother had a younger sibling but she said he died in the fire of Wovile,” Lord Alexander answered her doubt.
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Penny couldn’t help but think about it, on what the butler just said. The great white witch wasn’t a lone child but
had a brother. A younger one at that. Was he perhaps alive? She asked herself but Damien asked Alexander,
“Is her brother alive?”
Lord Alexander shook his head, “No. He was killed in Wovile long before mother even came to Valeria. It is
possible that Creed or someone who worked for him stole the books from here but if he’s continued to keep it
without moving them around, it means he never got to see what was in there.”
“I wonder who tipped him on it,” upon Damien’s words, Lord Alexander said,
“It isn’t much of a surprise actually. There were some who knew that mother was the only last standing white
witch of the first generation. When you are special, many eyes are bound to follow where and what you do. What
else do you know, Martin?” his gaze shifted to look at his butler.
“She told more than the white witches, they had ended up writing the books that might have turned out to be
helpful for the black witches. She said she had placed a charm after her brother’s death. Something about only
the blood being able to see and no one else will ever come to open the book to what it really holds. That is all I
Damien pointed out, “That’s like telling Penelope is your sibling or cousin,” that could have been true but her
brother had died and obviously he couldn’t be her father. Her father was dead too, Penny frowned remembering it.
“But we have no connection. Her father is a nameless person which we couldn’t trace back to,” Lord Alexander cleared the air about it.
“It must be because of the alignment of stars then,” Penny was sure that the Lord couldn’t be her distant relative.
They had been living in Bonelake ever since she knew and not once had she heard her mother speak about any
other lands apart from it in her good memories.
Not having heard about it before, the Lord questioned, “What’s this alignment of stars?”
“It’s something about the stars falling into a pattern, three stars in the East which marks from right to left. Three
stars meaning three people with abilities,” Penny explained and Damien let her explain to her cousin. Penny went
on to explain before Damien took to explain the rest of what he had gathered so far. He spoke about the plan of
the witches when it came to having the massacre take place to kill the people who were involved and part of the
alignment of stars to some of the council members who had taken part in it.
Lord Alexander stared at Damien without blinking his eyes, listening to every word before he sighed, “You aren’t
wrong when it comes to Lady Vivian but I didn’t know she was part of this alignment of stars.”
“You knew it?” Damien’s eyes narrowed.
“I was only protecting the girl. I didn’t know everyone here had their fates shared and linked to each other. It was
during the time when I had gone to visit a ball and we had a switcher’s problem.”
Penelope was curious and she asked, “What ability does she hold?” to think that it was the same lady who had
helped her in the Isle Valley when she was with Grace.
“The gift of touch,” Lord Alexander replied back, “She can see the memories of objects and people by just
touching them,” Damien could now see how everything was falling into place when it came to their cases. They
had been able to solve the cases faster with her ability, also the reason why he had seen her wearing a pair of
black gloves which never came off her hand except for the time of the investigation, “But I heard Leonard say something more about her gift.”
Everyone stood quietly, waiting for him to speak, “He said something about healing ability but it was more on the
curse side. She tried to heal someone but she only started to lose blood from her, like it was damaging her life span.”
Healing… thought Penny to herself. What she did, was it possible that it could be taken to be healing.
“Have you experienced something more than purification?” Damien turned to question Penny.
Penny didn’t know if it could be called an ability that she felt months ago. She gave him a nod. She received a
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look from him as if he was asking her that she had not bothered to mention it to him. She gave him a queasy smile,
“I did mention to you once about it. Remember that black smoke behind a person. I don’t know what it was and I
didn’t feel anything,” Damien remembered about it faintly.
“When did you experience them?” Damien continued to ask her.
She tried remembering the first time and then said, “It started when we visited the council. In the laboratory
where the bodies are kept in the jars.”
“Cylinders,” Damien corrected and she nodded her head.
“I felt a little shock like the man was alive but the vampire doctor said he was dead for years now and had been
there. The one who was lean and looked dead, with a lot of skeleton bones been seen. The next one was when
we went to Bonelake.”
Hearing this, Damien frowned, “The one after the accident of the switchers?”
“Yes. I think the Lord sent some guy from the council or it was the magistrate. The one with blue eyes.”
“She’s speaking about Maximilian Gibbs,” Lord Alexander helped who appeared to look with a pensive expression
on his face, “You must be able to see death but it isn’t clear and isn’t your ability.”
The Lord pulled one of the books that were nearby, turning it to the last page which was empty. Pulling a quill
from below, he drew three dots.
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Alexander who was holding the quill said,
“So what we have here is Lady Vivian, Ms. Penelope, and Ms. Adams. Vivian has the ability to touch memories.
Penelope has the ability of touch when it comes to purification and Ms. Adam’s, we don’t know but I don’t think
it’s hard to figure it out because each person has carried a part of the other in a certain direction. The ability is
there but it cannot be used. Lady Vivian carried the ability to save people which isn’t far from what Ms. Penelope
has,” she was right, said Penny to herself as she heard Lord Alexander explain, “And Ms. Penelope holds
something about the death. A person who has died or is going to die.”
“Maximilian Gibbs died in the council,” Damien confirmed Alexander’s words.
Alexander made arrows from one point to another, “She might have been able to see a part of it but she doesn’t
wield the ability. It is the third person who can master it. But anyway, that is not what we need to be concerned
about right now. If she’s really special then it might be why she’s able to read it but we need to do something
about her eyes.”
Penny had been so engrossed with the story explanation which Lord ALexander was giving them that she had
forgotten about her snake eyes.
“It would be best to have her confined here until we find a solution,” Penny’s head snapped to look at Damien,
her eyes wide. No going out at all? What happened to the vacation?
“Hmm,” Lord Alexander hummed in agreement.
It was strange that like many other white witches it wasn’t her skin that had discolored but it was her eyes that
changed. There were many reasons they could come up with but they didn’t know which was the right one but
she didn’t care about it. She hadn’t uttered the words of spells for the potion to take effect on her which felt
What was Lady Isabelle thinking while writing about the spells which were about touching forbidden magic?
Things like these were supposed to come with a little note of warning but the white witch had left nothing in
here. Both Lord Alexander and she had gone forth without questioning about it which she made a note about.
Read through the contents and question them without following them blindly.
Why her though and why her eyes. Was it some sort of resistance that her body was working on against the
forbidden magic? It was true that the first sign was the skin, the tongue, and their behavior. The eyes were the
last part that ever changed. At least that is what she had learned from the church but this wasn’t going as expected.
Amidst her thoughts that were running in her mind, she heard the butler speak,
“Would this be fine, milord?” she caught sight of the butler holding a shining knife. His expression looked dull as
he ran down the knife over his wrist, drops of blood falling down on the floor.
“That’s great. I would say Martin has mastered the art of slicing,” Damien whistled, walking on the other side to keep a distance from the magic that might take place.
The butler bowed his head, taking it as a compliment, “Lord Alexander makes sure my skill doesn’t turn rusty and
makes me use the knife and blades regularly,” Lord Alexander came back with the black soup that was boiling in
the pot, holding it one hand and the other hand carrying the book which had the book opened to the page
where the spell was written.
Without a word to be prepared, Alexander poured the liquid on the butler’s wrist and started to read the spells
from the book. He repeated the spells again before dropping the book and the cup on the table.
“How does it feel, Martin?” asked Damien to get the reply back,
“It’s hot, Sir.”
“It isn’t working,” Lord Alexander stared down at his butler’s hand where the deep cut was still visible.
“Was it exactly what was written down there?” Damien asked Alexander nodded his head.
Penelope didn’t know why but she felt like maybe, maybe she could read the book. If Lady Isabelle really did
write this down, it only meant that she had tested it out and had not written it by asking others. These books
were written by both her and her brother. Nothing had happened to the lady, and she had been fine. Wouldn’t
that mean there was a possibility that nothing would ever happen to her?
The reaction was different from what normal white witches went through. When her hand reached for the book
that was placed on the table, Damien pulled it away from her reach. His eyes that had sharply narrowed,
“Don’t even think about it,” he knew exactly what was going on in her mind but he wasn’t ready to take a risk
when it came to her or anyone whom he cared for. Alexander was a completely different case as the man was
neither a white witch nor a black witch.
“Why not? I might be different.”
“Yes, you are. You haven’t completed the spell but your eyes have already changed,” Damien took the book off the table.
Penny gritted her teeth hearing this. It wasn’t that she wanted to play being a rebel right now as it wasn’t the
moment to do so, but something deep down in her mind told her that she would be alright if she were to touch it.
“Nothing happened to Lady Isabelle, there must have been reasonable if it didn’t affect her. Even if she was the
first generation white witch, she had the power and ability to deflect it,” Penny said, looking at Damien and then
shifting her eyes to look at the Lord for support. Unfortunately, Lord Alexander was in support of her not going
through with it.
“Let’s figure your eyes out. Once we are done with it, you can use the book to your heart’s content. Until then this
one stays with me. Either way, it is useless to have it around as Alex is not able to get the spells right either,”
Damien gave her a smile, “Yes?”
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In chapter 385. Alexander was merely making up theories about the alignment of stars. The three dots were to
represent the three people they believe to have the star crossed-fate. One dot-Penny, second dot- Vivian, third
dot-Belle. It is 3 simple dots just so that Alexander could explain to Penny and Damien.
“Damien is right,” Alexander voiced his own thoughts on it. The last thing he needed was this girl turning to a
black witch where there would be no turning back, “If you are to turn to a black witch completely Damien might
not do the job but I wouldn’t mind shooting you in your head but then that would also mean that I would be
killing him indirectly. Let’s try to be wise and not do anything which we aren’t ready for.”
She sighed softly. She wanted to help but right now she felt useless.
Feeling her internal turmoil and frustration, Damien said, “I have other things to occupy you in the meantime.”
The next day in the morning, Lord Alexander had occupied himself with the books that once belonged to his
mother, reading and deciphering it as some of the lines were placed in codes for further security. While the lord
was busy, Damien had taken Penny out to the meadow carrying a box with him that looked like a music instrumental case.
Penny looked around them, the meadow wasn’t small that was attached to the forest next to it, sandwiching itself with the mansion.
“How are you doing today, mouse?” he asked her, “Share your thoughts with me.”
“I am frustrated. You know that,” she said, her lip setting in a thin line, “But I do get your point.”
“I will wait until my eyes turn back. That is if they do,” she took a deep breath then exhaled out the air she had
inhaled. Since last night, her eyes hadn’t changed back.
“I think you still look beautiful with those new eyes of yours. If that is what is worrying you, darling. My love will
not change how you look,” he chuckled. Unlocking the case, he opened it which had shining knives in there.
Penny still remembered the way Sylvia had moved in the market in front of her. Her movements were fast which
made her envy her, “You are going to teach me to fight?”
“I am. Elliot said you were looking at Sylvia in awe. So I thought, who better than me to teach you?” Damien
stood up from the case, turning around to pat her head, “But we won’t be using all these knives,” he presented
her with a single lone knife and she took it.
He took her to the middle of the meadow. Making her stand as she waited for him to teach. Was he going to
teach her how to throw the knife at a person? Was it aiming at the trees? Or were they going to concentrate on
her movements as she was new?
Damien then said, “Try to attack me.”
“Draw one drop of blood from me and you win. If you don’t do it in the assigned of twenty minutes,” he pulled
the pocket watch from his trouser pocket, looking at it and then her, “If not you shall be punished,” he gave her a mischievously.
He gave her a wink, “Ready? This is the first basics. Let’s see how you do. Your time starts- woah mouse!” Damien
jumped back when Penny attacked him before he even said to start, “I love your enthusiasm. But don’t forget that
this is your future husband here,” he grinned.
Penny attacked him without holding herself back. Damien Quinn was a pureblooded vampire and she knew he
was much stronger than he led on to. All she had seen was him break fingers and shoot the witches but she
wanted to know more about him. To know the person whom she was giving her heart too.
She smiled when he stepped to the side to dodge her strike effortlessly, “Look at you, smiling while wanting to
stab me,” like he was trying to study her movements, she was trying to do the same.
“Wasn’t it you who proposed to stab you?” she said, her hands moving back and forth and trying to get the knife
near him but it felt like by the time her hand even reached close to him, he had moved away from there as if
expecting the obvious attack.
“I said to draw a drop of blood. Who spoke about stabbing me. Don’t tell me secretly you have been wanting to
kill me. Still mad at me for making you climb the tree like a monkey?” he instigated her and saw her eyes flare
over the matter. Yes, it seemed like she was still not happy with what he did at that time, “Why not try
remembering how I made you feel back then,” her movements came forth to be faster, the knife slicing in the air
making soft noise that made him grin, “That’s more like it.”
She glared at him for calling her monkey. It was him who had made her climb the tree and to think she did follow
through with it, her hand went to his neck but Damien was too fast for her. It was exactly how a mouse was trying
to attack the wolf which only amused the wolf. Of course, she knew she wouldn’t be able to get the knife close to
him unless he wanted to himself.
In the mansion, Sylvia was walking through the corridors when she caught Elliot glued to the window like a moth
during the time of the rainy season. Wondering what he was looking at, she walked to where he was and looked
at the window where one could see the meadow.
“He’s teaching her,” Sylvia noted, seeing the young girl trying to attack the pureblooded vampire who kept
dodging with little to no effort, “Or he’s playing with her,” she added for Elliot to smile.
“When are we going to play, Sylvia?” Elliot gave her a hopeful look turning to her. His eyes bright and a smile
plastered on his face.
“When I go back to sleeping in my coffin,” she started to walk away from there and Elliot gave one last look
before following the woman.
“Awe, don’t say that. What would I do if you end in a coffin? We should probably make some space in that coffin
of yours,” Elliot suggested receiving no response from the woman.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 387 – Dancing in the meadow- Part 4
Time went by and Penny tried to bring the knife as close she could but it was always the air that swiped the little
knife with, “Don’t use just your hand,” Damien said, studying her movements, “A person capable of fighting will
fight even in dresses so don’t give me reasons. Is that all you got?”
She swung her hands, moving her legs forward in the left and right direction. She had tried but she was getting
tired. She tried attacking his arm but the man kept moving further and further away and she paused for a moment to say,
“You didn’t give me any tips on how to do it. Do you think I was born with it?”
“You won’t get it,” he deadpanned stopping his steps too, “Would you ask the witch hunter the same question on how to attack him if he attacked you by surprise?”
“I will be sure to blow a kiss to distract him.”
“Oh? What a brave woman you are. Using your womanly features to persuade him. I wouldn’t say it would be a
bad idea. Time’s up. My turn to attack,” It took Penny some time to understand what he meant until he raised his
hand, the nails growing from being short to sharp.
“You must be joking,” she whispered, her eyes turning wide.
“DAMIEN!” Penny screeched when his hand came close to her face.
He chuckled, “I am holding back. I have my hands and you have your knife.”
He never told her that he would be attacking her. This felt like a crash course of learning something which she
was supposed to do in a day. Seeing him not retrace his nails or hand away, she gulped. Damien was serious,
“Please go easy on me, Master. This is your future wife,” she rephrased his own lines to see him smile before he gave her a nod.
And suddenly his hand moved towards where she wasn’t ready yet. Damien knew that Penny knew he wouldn’t
hurt her which meant it would not be an effective way to get her to defend herself. His fingers ran through her
long sleeve which tore, “Keep standing there and we can design your dress for my eyes to look at,” the next
attack Penny had dodged. Good girl, thought Damien in his mind.
As he promised, he held back his attacks but at the same time, he didn’t go easy on her. When Elliot had brought
up the matter to him, Damien knew that Penny had to learn how to fight. If she had to protect herself from the
black witches, the hunters or any other creature who would come at her.
Her mother had left her alive in the forest and only tried to instill fear in Penny, keeping her alive only for the
sake of the massacre but next time wouldn’t be the same if they were to meet again. The black witch was not
only insane but vengeful, she would strike and that day Penny had to be ready to face her.
Penny ran to the forest, finding it easier to dodge and take a breath of air by hiding behind the trees. This went
on for a while until one of her foot got stuck in the raised root of a tree that had been covered by the loose
snow. Before she could fall flat and hurt her leg, Damien had caught hold of her hand and pulled her back to him.
“Caught you,” he whispered in her ear with her heart thundering in her c.h.e.s.t and adrenaline coursing through her veins as she heaved for air.
“Yay,” Penny’s replied back in a shaky voice, “I am tired. Can we do this tomorrow?” she asked not minding his hands around her, feeling him placed his chin on her shoulder.
“Tired already?” he kissed the back of her ear.
“Where was this love when you were chasing me?” She muttered but she was too close for him to not be able to hear her.
“Missing my love? Let me squish you to death,” he declared and tightened his hold around her, “Still mad?”
“I wasn’t mad,” she replied him back as he released her to turn her around so that he could look at her, “I was
just…” she pressed her lips, “Just upset over turning to a black witch. To be someone like my mother and then I
realize there is good even in the flock of bad.”
Damien knew exactly whom she was speaking about, “Bathsheba,” he said that had her nodding her head.
“And there is bad even in good. I think it was just the idea of turning to something which we have been trying to
fight and get rid of,” and she had gone on to touch the book hoping to make things right where it could have
only turned bad for her.
“I know you want to help but let Alex do this little part and decide what’s written in the other books. He reads
fast so give him some time,” he placed his hands on her waist. Looking into her eyes which hadn’t returned back
to normal, “You know I was thinking. If you were to have these eyes forever, we can turn you to a decent spy.”
“Wonder how that will go,” she said, willingly moving forward and he pulled her close to him so that he could hug her completely in his arms.
“You would do wonderfully. I will train you myself,” he promised her.
Penny smiled, “Have you trained others before? Or am I your first disciple,” his arms felt warm and she got herself closer to him and heard him answer,
“I have had some fair share of students. All of them turned out to be the worst, useless, coconut head councilmen. Kreme was the only one who could withstand the work I gave him.”
Hearing this, she pulled away from his embrace, “How did I do?” no matter how much Damien had made her
work today, he had done it for her own sake and she was looking for some sort of praise, fishing it from him.
“You did more than I expected,” this made Penny smile wide like she had achieved something big and she heard
Damien tell her, “Smile as much as you want now, you can prepare for the punishment that will come later
tonight,” the look in his eyes had turned darker as he said it, something playful yet dangerous that scared yet excited her at the same time.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 388 – Possible relatives- Part 1
Alexander turned the pages of the book in his hand. Sitting in the study room as he marked the important facts
that had been never mentioned by anyone or written anywhere. Having these right now, he felt closer to his
mother. Making notes separately with points that had him spending most of his time in the study room than
going out. He had appointed Sylvia and Elliot to complete the errands which were urgent while having no one bother him.
On a certain page, Alexander placed the quill down and stared at the book. The book was already coded enough
for no one to take a look but the writing in here was further written around in circles which made it look like a
story and nothing more than that but the truth was that these books were the treasures of the white witches. The
truth of what happened and the possibility of what could happen.
Damien and Penny entered the study room when it was the time of evening.
“How is it going?” asked Damien taking a seat in front of the desk where Alexander sat with the books covering the table right now.
Penny could tell that the Lord was doing everything he could understand and piece out the information which
was there in here, “I found something,” he did? She looked at him with a hopeful expression, “Not on finding how
we can rectify what happened with your eyes. I am still reading on it,” Penny nodded her head understandingly.
“What is it about then?” Damien asked.
“It is written here that the witches were often married soon to preserve the kind as they believed one day the white witches would come to perish.”
“How young?” Damien asked further to receive the response from Alexander,
“Thirteen? Sometimes much younger to that age. It isn’t that far if we look at humans who get their daughters or
sisters married by the age of sixteen to seventeen,” explained Lord Alexander. Pulling out the book which has the
information, he turned it around and gave it for Penelope to read as Damien couldn’t read it.
Penny took a look at the two pages that were opened for her, her eyes scanning on what was written in there-
‘The first generation witches lived in peace until a few events started to cause our downfall. It is hard to move or
breathe. To talk or sleep at the fear that our families are going to be ambushed like the other families up in the
higher North. In the wakeful call, some of our parents have decided to get us married. I belong to the first
generation for the family I come from. It might not be the same as time passes by. Among others, I have been
asked to be betrothed and I hope to find a solution for it. I am sixteen and I am late. Time is passing quickly and
though we aren’t aging, there is a pressure that is building up and my parents worry where I will not be able to
find a rightful suitor for myself in our clan. My younger brother has already been matched with one of our second
cousins. I hope something comes up for it. For this plague that has descended down from a world, we don’t want to be part of.
It is a never-ending plague that will never stop and will continue to thrive even during the times of light until the white witches continue to exist.’
Penny stopped reading there. Her eyes slowly moved up to meet Alexander’s eyes, “What age did your mother
meet your father?” she asked him, trying to gauge the time of when and what happened.
“Probably when she was nineteen. The ambush took place a year after she wrote this,” answered Lord Alexander,
his eyes heavy and dark over the matter of his mother and what happened to her family, “It would mean she was
seventeen when she escaped from there as the white witches were being burnt by the humans and the councilmen.
“Didn’t the councilmen ever talk to them? They did take the help in the council for spilling out magic for no witch to enter.”
Alexander then remembered her speaking about going to the laboratory, “But you stepped on the grounds of the spilled magic.”
“Penny is a special case. It didn’t affect her. It was the last test I wanted to try on her but she was alright,” Damien
commented, remembering the time he had tested and checked her for any signs of being a black witch. But the
spilled magic which was around the council should have affected the white witches too. There were different
spilled magic, one for just the black witches, different creatures that varied from what was being designed on the land.
“It looks like she is,” Alexander agreed, his eyes trained on her and Penelope looked back at him, her eyes still
holding the slits in them, “Even though the white witches are transformed to black witches, they are still able to
turn back their appearance back to normal. You can try it,” he pointed to the fact which hadn’t crossed his mind before.
Penny blinked at him and then looked at Damien not knowing how to go about it, “Just concentrate,” she heard Damien who sat beside her.
She was tired to concentrate with all the chasing and running she had done with Damien. At the same time, she
didn’t want to be stuck with these snake eyes. She wanted her usual eyes back and she closed her eyes. Taking a deep breath and calming herself down.
The more she concentrated on her breathing, she could hear the slightest wind that passed through the open
window. When she finally opened her eyes, she found Damien staring at her.
“Look at that! It’s all gone,” Damien exclaimed.
“Really?” Penny asked he smiled mischievously.
“It’s still there. Let’s try to concentrate harder this time,” he said, removing the moment of happiness that she had felt, “So gullible,” he murmured.
Penny then heard Alexander say, “It looks like it is gone for now,” What? Was it gone or not? “Damien is only playing with you.”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 389 – Possible relatives- Part 2
A full-blown smile came to form on Penelope’s lips, “Really?” she asked Lord Alexander who gave her a small nod.
She then looked at Damien, “Why would you do that to me?” she glared at him a little bit before going to smile
back again. Standing up, she walked to one of the closest reflections she could see of her and looked at her eyes.
Her eyes were back! She no more looked like a black witch.
While Penelope was still trying to look at her eyes over and over again making sure she wasn’t dreaming it,
Alexander turned back to look at Damien who smiled looking at Penny,
“How did the lesson go?”
“It was lovely. I am thinking of doing it every three to four times in a week. Never have I enjoyed someone’s
company this much,” he acknowledged loud enough for only Lord Alexander to hear it, “What was it about the
marriage you were talking about?” he finally tore his eyes away from his girl to look at his cousin.
“There might be a possibility that we are related,” Alexander’s words had Damien’s eyes lift up in curiosity.
“Because of Aunt Isabelle and her brother? You think it is one of the brother’s offsprings?”
“It is possible don’t you think so?” Alexander asked by the time where Penelope came to sit back next to Damien,
happy that the slits in her eyes had lasted for a day and not more than that, “What do you remember about your father?”
“Just the time of when they were taking shelter near the bank of the forest which isn’t too far from the village my
mother and I used to live,” Penny could feel the sourness in her tongue when she called her mother ‘mother’.
“What else?” asked Lord Alexander and Penny shook her head. That was all she knew about him.
“Her mother erased her memory,” Damien filled his cousin in when Penny shook her head.
“But I am getting them slowly. Little by little,” Penny added.
“I see,” Lord Alexander didn’t press on the matter to learn more about what happened, “That’s alright. For now,
the black blood has been put to sleep. We need to make sure it doesn’t reappear or try to force the
transformation to complete. If what my mother said is right regarding the blood of their own to be able to read
it, then I would say the chances of you and I being distant cousins is very possible.”
Wow, thought Penny to herself.
“Right now all we have is a bunch of assumptions. We don’t know when and who got married and how many
children of offsprings came here on the lands. Or if there was none, to begin with. Let’s not dwell too much on it
and look at it only when we have scarce time,” said Alexander to Penny, offering her the faintest smile which
made her wonder if the man knew how to smile at all. He carried a serious expression and it was very rare to have
him smiling at anything at all. Mr. Elliot must have stolen all his qualities to smile, thought Penny to herself.
“In the meantime, we will do what we can do. To decipher everything that is in here and know if it is worth to be
saved or if it needs to be burnt down like the books that went up in flames. Your mother might put you up again
for the massacre as you are a white witch so it would be better that you don’t go hunting for her and let her
approach you instead.”
“I wouldn’t go looking for her,” Penny gave him an awkward smile.
“Says the one who followed her mother back in Woville,” Damien reminded her and she replied to him and Alexander,
“I won’t do that again, not knowing that she wants me dead. I do wish to live and not kill Damien along with me,”
she gave her word to Alexander. His eyes strained on her where he didn’t say anything. The man was obviously
protective of his cousin and she was an outsider unless she was really related to him so it was understandable
that Lord Alexander had only his best interests when it came to Damien.
Alexander was curious about why her mother had not killed her when she was in reach. Black witches were known
for their merciless and selfish nature, where they didn’t care about others’ feelings. All they cared about was
themselves, and to think that the woman had let her live this long unless it was for her own means to blend in the
social norms. Not wanting to be nosey over it, he spoke to Damien,
“I have sent the letter to the magistrate who will help you in creating the books of the moon signs. Make sure
you leave out the important details and pick only a few things. Something intriguing which shall be useless,” he
looked at both of them who sat in front of him.
When they were leaving the room, Penny’s footsteps slowed down to match with Alexanders,
“Lord Alexander,” Penny called for him to look at her, “If I do end up being your distant relative, does that mean
the potions and the spells won’t have any effect on me too?”
“Maybe. There might be a chance though that you will still react to it differently. We might have one of our
parents as white witches but the other one I have is a pureblooded vampire and in your case, it is a black witch.
As we are dealing with the potions, the chances of the black witch in you getting affected is higher than me,” he answered her question.
Penny went back to the room, leaving Damien and Alexander talking in the hall regarding a case for the council.
Opening the door of the room, she was only about to step in when she caught a shadow behind the white thin curtain near the patio.
The figure looked similar to what she had seen during the time in the church. Gulping softly, she took a step
forward and then the next one that followed. Her hand raised to reach the curtain where she could still the
shadow behind the curtain. When she pulled it away, there was nothing there.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 390 – Warm whispers- Part 1
Not giving much to the shadow she had imagined during the time of day, Penny stayed back to talk to Sylvia
about how to dodge and attack as she had seen her chase Damien around the meadow with the knife. Thinking
about it had a certain comical ring to it, thought Penny to herself as she got back to the room after exchanging
some good words with Sylvia after the time of dinner. Happy to have a company of her own kind background made her happy.
Witches were hunted everywhere but Valeria was where she felt happy like she was one some kind of a break
before they would get back to their lives in Bonelake. Reaching for the door, she turned the knob to see Damien
who had taken a shower and was drying his hair with a towel in his hand. And though he was doing it, Penny
could feel his gaze on her as she closed the door with a small click.
Turning carefully, she made her way inside the room wondering if she should take a shower with all the sweating
during the time of noon.
“Would you want me to make some notes?” she asked him, trying to make a conversation as he was quiet.
“For the moon signs?” he asked from where he was. As Damien couldn’t read the book, it was only right to write
it down so that he could later supervise what had to be given to the magistrate for writing.
“Yes,” she replied, noticing the buttons of his shirt that were left open except for two or three from the bottom of
his shirt she found it hard to concentrate on what he was saying, wondering if her own voice came out to be shaky out of nervousness.
Going to the cupboard, she picked the fresh and dried towel to catch sight of the little bag that was in there. She
could feel her heart thud just by looking at it. It was the nightdress which Damien had brought for her yesterday.
Her eyes scanned the cupboard to find another nightdress that she had been wearing last night that was washed
and placed there. She had borrowed the nightdress from Sylvia.
What was she supposed to pick? Her hand went to reach for the white nightgown which she had worn yesterday
but deep down she wanted to pick the new one. While she stood there with her back facing Damien who was done rubbing his wet hair and letting the rest dry by itself, she suddenly heard his voice that was right behind her.
“We can do it together,” he said, standing and towering over her height where he could see her hand had
clutched onto the white gown, “You can read out the book and I can listen to it. The book doesn’t have to be
accurate as it will be a false doc.u.ment which we are spreading out to avoid from anyone knowing it.”
“Okay,” her answer came out like a squeak at the closeness right now.
She reminded herself that it was Damien and not some stranger she was in here with but that was the problem
wasn’t it. It was because it was Damien who was standing behind her so closely without making any sarcastic
remarks and instead seriously replying to her answers. She wasn’t used to this serious person not with her at least which was now making her heart pump faster in her c.h.e.s.t.
“What are you standing there trying to be part of the furniture in the room,” there, master Damien was back yet it
didn’t feel the same. The room was warm and she could already feel a sheen of sweat forming remembering her words on how he was going to punish her.
If it was before, she would have assumed it to be another round of weeds being pulled where she would get him
to do it along with her but she knew this wasn’t the time to pull weeds. It was something that made every inch of her body aware of the person in this room now.
His voice dropped an octave down and she heard him say,
“It is good to see that you haven’t forgotten about your punishment but should we let it go for once?” he asked the question as if in thought.
Penny’s heart sank in disappointment hearing him say it right beside her ear. Why did he say that? Did he have a
change of heart suddenly or was it because he had lost interest because deep down even she knew that some
part of her came from her mother. But her eyes were back to normal, then what was it? Her anxiousness only
piqued up, and Damien did nothing to calm it down. He instead let her thoughts spiral out, wanting to know how
she felt and if she was ready for what he had been holding back all these months.
“Unless you plan to wear what we bought yesterday,” his words were tempting, a whisper of untold promise that held behind his words which ran a shiver down her spine.
She heard him move away, walking away from her where she felt her shoulders that had been tense slightly relax.
Closing her eyes, she tried calming her errant nerves.
He had given her choice. A choice to choose on if she was ready and willing to take this relationship they had
built to something more than what it was now. To move it where she had never stepped into, it was unknown
territory for her, making her wonder if Damien had the experience the way he exuded confidence, but that did
everything in utter confidence that could leave a person speechless.
Her hand had loosened on the material of the white dress. Not going back to clutch and pull it away with her.
Turning around she saw Damien who had his back this time, standing at the table drinking a glass of water. Her
hand moved, picking up the nightgown she dashed to the bathroom which had a door, unlike Damien’s room
which was covered by a curtain to separate itself from the room.