Werewolf Mirror

Various events happened in my village, Swansea village which also involved the noble family, George. It is said that the mystery mirror is a den of werewolves. However, I wonder if there really is a werewolf’s lair in the mirror? What kind of mirror is a werewolf’s lair? Then, can they live in the mirror?

Chapter 1

In the Voltre castle, a party was being held to celebrate the harvest of grapes owned by the noble Hurley family. The castle was filled with the arrival of villagers from the four villages in the area. They were joyfully celebrating the bountiful harvest festival that was always held by the wealthy noble family. The villagers danced and sang, expressing their happiness, while the music played beautifully.

George looked at his wife from the terrace. The beautiful woman was chatting with two guests, while their three children were playing with some of the villagers’ children. The nobleman was very satisfied with the abundant harvest, which made him even wealthier. Furthermore, his wine business was thriving worldwide.

All the inhabitants of the castle were highly respected by the villagers, as they worked as farmers on the land of the esteemed wealthy family. George gazed at his wife from a distance with love, and Marinda unintentionally turned towards him. The handsome and gallant man signaled his wife to come closer. They exchanged smiles and teasing glances before Marinda lovingly embraced her husband.

From afar, a middleaged woman stared at the couple with a strange look, seemingly indifferent to the happiness felt by the villagers. Shortly after, she left the Voltre castle and returned home, without any of the villagers being surprised or concerned about the departure of Kimmy Affleck.

George and Marinda entered the castle and met with some of their guests before leaving them and heading to the family room. George stood in front of the dressing mirror hanging on the wall and stared at it for a long time. Marinda observed her husband’s behavior and eventually stood beside him.

“How beautiful this mirror is, my love,” George said, embracing Miranda’s shoulder.”Indeed, my love, and we must take good care of it,” Miranda replied with a smile.

“Look at how clear this mirror is, anyone who sees it will surely be captivated,” George said as he wiped the frame of the large mirror.

“And this mirror makes our lives happy, and when I look at it, it’s as if my beauty increases,” Miranda replied, laughing loudly.

They hugged each other joyfully as they left the room to meet the guests again, the party still going on late into the night.

The next day, in the castle courtyard, several servants were seen cleaning up the scattered trash, making the view ugly. They worked with enthusiasm, even Frank, a servant who had just started working at the castle two days ago, joined them in the courtyard.

“Well, there must be another strange incident that will happen in one of the villages,” John said as he lifted the trash.

“Why are you so sure?” Frank asked, looking at John with a probing gaze.

“You are a new employee here, even though you are our neighbor, but you still don’t know what happened in one of the villages,” John replied, shaking his head.

“What happened there?” Frank asked, becoming more confused.

Suddenly, Malcolm approached John and warned the young man not to continue the useless conversation.

“Don’t talk too much if you still want to work here!” Malcom snapped, his eyes wide open.

“I’m just telling Frank to be cautious about that village,” John replied, looking down.

“Never talk about that village again, or Mr. George will be angry,” Malcom replied as he walked away from the two servants.

John immediately resumed his work without looking at Frank again, and shortly after, the man left with a broom. Now Frank was the only one left standing there, looking at John, suspecting that he was hiding a mysterious story that made him even more curious. When lunchtime arrived, all the servants gathered in the dining room at the back.

Malcolm looked at John, who was sipping a cup of hot coffee, his gaze never leaving the servant who he thought was too bold to speak while working. The head of the household did not realize that Frank was also watching him as he ate. Malcolm continued to watch John with a grimace on his face, and this made Frank even more puzzled by the head of the household’s behavior.

Night came, bringing with it silence, where nocturnal animals began to make their sounds, while in his room, Frank couldn’t close his eyes. He was still thinking about John’s words, asking him to be cautious about some villages, and finally, sleep attacked him, and Frank fell asleep without realizing that something was happening.

From inside the living room, the howl of a Werewolf suddenly sounded so loud that Frank, who had just fallen asleep, immediately got up from his bed. He was very surprised to hear the sound, so he walked to the door and pressed his ear against it, and it turned out that Frank could hear it clearly, but he heard the front door open and the howl of the Werewolf disappeared into the darkness in an instant.

Frank was puzzled by the disappearance of the Werewolf’s sound, so he tried to investigate by opening his bedroom door and walking slowly, observing his surroundings. When he arrived there, he saw that the front door was wide open, and the night breeze blew against his body, making him feel the cold air that now made him shiver.

He quickly closed the door and locked it tightly, then Frank approached the fireplace and sat down to warm his body, placing both palms near the fire. He took a deep breath of relief as his body began to feel the warmth.

The atmosphere in the room was very quiet, and Frank was still thinking about the incident until he didn’t realize that Mr. George was standing not far from the chair he was sitting on.

“Can’t you sleep, Frank?” George said with a friendly smile.

Frank, who was sitting and staring at the fireplace, was surprised and immediately stood up in fear when he saw his master, and he quickly explained everything so that his master wouldn’t be angry with him.

“I’m sorry, Mr. George, I accidentally sat in your favorite chair!” Frank exclaimed, saluting George.

“It’s okay, but why aren’t you sleeping so late at night?” George asked, looking puzzled.

“Earlier, I heard a howl from inside the living room, so I tried to find the source of the sound,” Frank replied, still standing.

“Did I hear it wrong?” George asked, surprised.

George watched as Frank walked away from him, shaking his head as he sat down in a chair facing the fireplace. He still couldn't believe the words of his servant, who dared to hallucinate in front of him. He intended to call Malcolm when morning came and ask about the origin of Frank, who had just started working in the castle. George was startled and his thoughts disappeared when he heard the bell ring once. His eyes were attacked by a strong drowsiness.

However, it was not the same for Brenda, who appeared to be very strong in accepting the bitter reality. The death of her husband deeply affected her, and she could only bow her head and shed tears during the funeral. At that time, the Mathew Barkeley family arrived, including Marinda, who was then their closest family

Marinda woke up and her face looked very surprised, then she looked at her husband with fear.

"What's wrong, my dear?" Marinda asked as she got up from her bed.

"It seems like the sound of wolves, my love," George answered as he got up from his bed.

"Damn it! If that animal is here, then we will all die!" Marinda exclaimed in panic.

"Try to calm yourself, I will investigate," George replied, trying to calm his wife.

The man walked to the door and opened it, then with long strides, he hurried to the living room. But when he arrived there, he didn't see any wolves, everything was still as it was before. George was just stunned, where he was now standing, many questions were reflected in his mind that were difficult to explain in words. Once again, he tried to look around the room, but there was still no significant change. Then, he returned to the room with a puzzled look on his face.

Marinda sat on the sofa, waiting for her husband with hope and anxiety, and shortly after, she heard quick footsteps and her husband entered the room with a gloomy face.

"What happened, my dear?" Miranda asked anxiously.

"There are no wolves in that room," George answered flatly as he sat on the bed.

"Then what does the howling mean?" Miranda asked, not understanding her husband's answer.

"I'm also puzzled by all of this," George replied, shrugging his shoulders.

"In that case, let's continue sleeping," Miranda said as she got up from her bed to lock the door.

George sighed deeply, he didn't understand the events experienced by his servants and himself. Finally, they fell into a deep sleep until morning came.

George woke up with a confused mind, then he looked to the side and saw Marinda still sleeping soundly. Shortly after, he got up from his bed and walked to his locked office.

Then he took all the items and stored them in the safe inside the room, locking it tightly. Although still confused, George's face showed overflowing joy and he imagined his wealth increasing since the wolf often visited his castle and he could rise from the poverty he had once suffered. In addition, he could help all the people in his village with all his wealth.

George kept all the events about the appearance of the mysterious money and gold secret from Miranda. He didn't want his beloved wife to be involved in something that was very impossible to explain. Then he returned to his room and saw his wife had woken up and was sitting on the bed, smiling at him.

"Where have you been, George?" Miranda asked as she got up from her bed and sat on the sofa.

"I just went around the garden and saw the beautiful morning view," George lied.

"Unfortunately, I woke up late," Miranda said.

"Next time we will go for a morning walk together, my love," George replied.

Not long after, George and Miranda left the room and went to the office to oversee the operation of their beverage company.

Two days later, while Frank was cleaning the grass, Malcolm suddenly approached him to deliver a message from George.

“Frank! Mr. George wants you to come to his office!” commanded Malcolm, staring sharply at the new servant.

“Alright, I will go there,” Frank replied.

They immediately entered the castle and met their master. Malcolm and Frank saluted the young nobleman, George, who stared at Frank for a long time. Then, he instructed the new servant to sit while Malcolm left the room and closed the door. Frank’s heart raced as he awaited what his master would say.

“Keep what you witnessed two days ago to yourself,” George said.

“Alright, sir, I will remember that,” Frank replied softly as if his inner self was also burdened by the command.

“And you don’t need to talk much if you want to continue working here,” George threatened.

“Alright, Mr. George,” Frank answered, his face lowered in fear.

George raised his right hand, waving his palm as a signal for Frank to leave the room. The servant hurriedly walked out and closed the door behind him. Frank walked towards the backyard where several gardeners from Hogan Village were planting various types of flowers. They looked at Frank, surprised by the new servant’s changed expression.

“Why do you look like that, Frank?” Willy asked, laughing loudly.

“I’m feeling a bit unwell,” Frank lied, glancing at his other friends.

“If you’re sick, it’s better to rest,” Willy said worriedly.

“It’s okay, I can still work,” Frank replied, grabbing the grass cutter.

From a distance, John looked at Frank, who was still talking to Willy. He felt sorry for Frank, who was unaware of the events that often occurred in the castle. He had experienced the same thing when he first started working here, but his attitude had changed, and he continued working for Mr. George to continue his life.

Coincidentally, Malcolm was not in the area, so John took this opportunity to approach his neighbor.

“Hey, Frank, it seems like you have a problem?” John asked, probing.

“I don’t have any significant problems,” Frank tried to convince John.

“Are you sure about that?” John asked suspiciously.

“Yes, I’m serious,” Frank replied, continuing his work.

Then, John revealed that he knew and had experienced the same thing as Frank, and it was not something new to him. To hear his neighbor’s words, Frank signaled John to be quiet.

Not long after, a man riding a horse appeared in the distance. He rode his horse at a fast pace, causing the sound of the horse’s footsteps to be heard clearly and startling the workers there.

As he dismounted from his horse, he ran towards John and asked about Malcolm’s whereabouts. Spontaneously, John escorted the man to meet the head of the household.

Malcolm was in the stable, overseeing some of Mr. George’s beloved horses when Bruce reported the incident of a villager’s death in Verase village.

“Mr. Malcolm! A villager was attacked by a werewolf!” Bruce exclaimed, out of breath.

“How do you know that?” Malcolm asked, confused.

“A specialist doctor said so,” Bruce quickly replied.

“In that case, let’s go see Mr. George,” Malcolm invited, leaving the stable.

John immediately returned to his work, but he accidentally overheard Bruce’s conversation with Malcolm. His suspicion was strong that the deaths of the villagers in the four villages were somehow related to Voltaire Castle.

“Frank! My suspicion was right, something terrible is happening in Verase village,” John whispered.

“We should continue this conversation tonight, I’m afraid someone might hear and report it to Mr. George,” Frank whispered back.

John nodded and resumed his task, while Malcolm and Bruce arrived at Mr. George’s office and informed him about the incident, leaving the castle owner shocked. George immediately gave money for the funeral expenses of the deceased villagers and promised to visit the cemetery the next day.

After they left the room, George fell silent for a moment. Deep inside, he felt a profound concern and tried to solve this mystery, but the veil of mystery remained unbroken.

Night had come, and all the servants were in their respective rooms. Only John couldn’t close his eyes. Shortly after, he walked to Frank’s room, which was right next to his, and gently knocked on the door.

I thought you were asleep,” John said as he sat on the sofa.

“Not yet, I haven’t been able to sleep either,” Frank replied.

Then John told him about what he had known since he started working at Voltre Castle several years ago, and Frank listened attentively. John said that this incident happened every six months after the Grape Harvest celebration, and the victims were the residents of the four villages.

The villagers didn’t know the cause, but they were always scared leading up to the end of the celebration. Unfortunately, they couldn’t do anything meaningful to solve this mystery.

“Why don’t they just call the police?” Frank asked, surprised.

“That would be futile,” John replied, lost in thought.

“Can’t they investigate it?” Frank asked again.

“Yes, but there are still victims after that,” John replied, shaking his head.

“What do you mean, please explain in more detail?” Frank asked, even more curious.

John got up from the sofa and walked towards the window. He took a deep breath, lit his cigarette, and started smoking. After a while of silence, he began to answer Frank’s question, his voice trembling, a sign that he held a tremendous fear.

John told him that the police themselves died and turned into werewolves after trying to uncover the mystery. Since then, no one dared to talk about or investigate this terrifying case.

Hearing John’s story made Frank even more frightened, but John reminded him not to tell anyone about what he experienced because he didn’t know who was responsible for the deaths of the victims. Frank could only nod his head, unable to say a word, as if his mouth was tightly shut.

The night grew late, and the sounds of nocturnal animals could be heard outside the castle as if welcoming the darkness. The two servants were still awake, continuing their conversation. Suddenly, John, who was still standing near the window, saw four black shadows running in the forest not far from the castle.

Then John called Frank to come closer to the window and see the activities of the werewolves. Frank immediately did so, peeking from behind the curtain. However, he was shocked to see four werewolves devouring a woman.

Oh my goodness, how terrifying!” exclaimed Frank with a stuttering voice.

“That’s the kind of thing I often witness while working here,” calmly replied John.

“No wonder no one dares to talk about this, including Malcolm,” Frank said, nodding his head.

“Now you know why Malcolm forbids us from discussing this taboo subject,” John replied, sipping on the warm coffee that Frank had been serving since earlier.

Frank was still watching the Werewolves with wide eyes when he witnessed them entering the castle grounds, causing him to panic even more.

“Hey, John! Quickly look, all the Werewolves are entering the courtyard!” Frank exclaimed in shock.

But John remained seated, seemingly indifferent to Frank’s recent misfortune, and continued to sip his hot coffee. Seeing his friend’s lack of concern, Frank became even more puzzled and approached John.

“Why don’t you care when I call you?” Frank asked, with a bewildered expression.

“I know the Werewolves will come to this castle after they finish their prey,” John replied, still sitting on the sofa.

“Why are they entering this castle?” Frank asked, puzzled.

“That’s the mystery that has never been answered until now,” John replied, taking a deep breath.

Frank fell silent upon hearing his friend’s words, but he couldn’t help but think that perhaps the castle’s servants would be the next victims of the Werewolves.

“Have the Werewolves ever preyed on the servants here?” Frank asked, with a worried tone.

“Never once has there been a victim among the workers in this castle,” John replied confidently.

“I feel relieved to hear that, my body feels weak and helpless,” Frank said with a joyful expression.

John stood up and left the room. He was already sleepy when it was 4:00 in the morning, and the same was true for Frank, who had fallen asleep. When they woke up late in the morning, Malcolm scolded them. The head of the household was angry because Mr. George and Mrs. Marinda were going to a funeral today. John and Frank apologized to Malcolm for their carelessness.

In the castle courtyard, there was a busy atmosphere as several workers prepared the car and all the necessities to be donated to the victim’s family. Shortly after, George and Marinda entered the car, and George asked Brad to drive him to the Charles Nixon family’s house. The luxurious car slowly left the castle grounds, accompanied by John and Frank’s strange gazes.

After both of his masters left, the atmosphere in the castle returned to silence as they resumed their tasks, while in the Parvun forest not far from the castle, a foul smell filled the area, emanating from the body of a woman who had been torn apart by a pack of werewolves.

Coincidentally, a hunter was passing through the forest, hunting a deer, when suddenly his sense of smell was disturbed by the foul odor, making his stomach churn instantly.

“Where is this foul smell coming from?” he wondered to himself as he tried to locate the source of the stench.

He was shocked to see the corpse of a woman with a large hole in her stomach lying stiff behind a big tree. Her entire abdominal organs were missing, both of her eye sockets were empty, leaving only her tongue protruding out, and her body was covered with scratches and tears, smeared with dried and musty blood.

“This is truly horrifying,” Roy said, trying to hold back his nausea.

Roy suspected that this woman had fallen victim to the ferocity of wild animals while crossing the forest. The young man immediately left the area and intended to report this incident to the head of the Hogan village.

Roy was a newcomer to the village of Hogan; he had just moved there yesterday with his mother and three siblings because their old house in London had been sold. Since the death of his father, his mother decided to move to the small village where there was a house inherited from his late grandfather. Now, the empty house was inhabited again and bustling with life.

Roy arrived at his village and hurriedly walked towards Mr. Tomy Brugman’s house. He knocked on the door, calling out the village head’s name, and footsteps could be heard approaching the door. Mr. Tomy now stood before him with a panicked expression.

“What’s wrong, Roy?” Mr. Tomy asked, looking at the young man in surprise.

“A woman has been killed in the forest, it seems like she was attacked by a wild animal!” Roy exclaimed, out of breath.

“Oh my goodness! Poor woman, let’s call some villagers to bury her there!” Mr. Tomy invited, closing his door.

The middleaged man called out to several villagers through a loudspeaker, and in an instant, almost all the villagers gathered to hear the bad news. Among the villagers, Mother Lorena and his three siblings were present, listening to the announcement with worried faces. Roy approached his mother and explained what he had seen, reminding her to be cautious of wild animals.

“I saw the body in the forest and reported the incident to Mr. Tomy,” Roy said.

“How terrifying that incident was, my son,” his mother replied with a panicked face.

“I have to go back to the forest to escort them now,” Roy said again.

“Alright, be cautious when you are there,” his mother reminded her son.

Roy nodded and before leaving once again, he reminded his family to quickly enter and lock the house, as many wild animals were lurking in the surrounding area.

The village officials immediately headed to the forest and they were all shocked to find out that the terrible incident reported by Roy was indeed true.

Mr. Tomy, along with several villagers, began to dig a hole to bury the woman’s body, and then, after they finished, they held a simple burial ceremony in the forest.

After that terrible incident, Roy never went back there to hunt deer, he was very anxious that he might experience the same thing as that woman at any time. A few days later, a middleaged woman came to Hogan village, she seemed busy asking some villagers and finally came to Roy’s house as directed by them.

The woman, with hesitant steps, knocked on the door and not long after, Roy stood in front of her, looking at her in surprise.

Then, the woman introduced herself and explained her purpose for coming to this village. Roy felt sorry for the woman, he found it difficult to explain the truth. So, he could only remain silent and at that moment, Lorena’s mother appeared and sat next to her son, smiling as the woman turned to Roy and gestured for her son to remain silent.

With confidence and calmness, Lorena’s mother explained the characteristics of the girl being sought by the woman, stating that the girl was not a resident of this village.

The woman continued to listen to Lorena's mother's explanation until suddenly she screamed hysterically and cried out loudly as she fell to the floor. Lorena's mother and Roy were shocked to see this and tried to calm the woman's heart.

"Be patient, Catrin! Calm yourself!" shouted Lorena's mother as she held the woman's shoulder.

"I can't bear to see Inggrid die like that!" Catrin shouted as she struggled to release her shoulder from Lorena's grip.

Roy panicked and brought a glass of cold water, which he gave to the woman. After drinking the water, Catrin's feelings calmed down a bit and she began to tell Lorena about something unknown to her.

"Maybe that young man killed her," Catrin said, tears streaming down her face.

"I also suspect that," Roy replied, nodding his head.

"We have to investigate this slowly," Lorena said.

Roy said that in any case, this mystery had to be solved so that it wouldn't spread and claim more lives. Both women agreed with Roy's intention.

As the night approached, Lorena asked Catrin to stay overnight at her house, and the woman agreed. Tonight, the full moon appeared, and the village of Hogan seemed somewhat bright with the moonlight shining. Lorena, Roy, and Catrin were still talking when suddenly they were startled by the sound of a long and mournful wolf howl.

They got up from the sofa and approached the window. Coincidentally, the lights inside the house were dim. They widened their eyes as they peeked outside, where two Werewolf humans were running towards the village of Hogan, chasing a man who was screaming for help. However, none of the villagers dared to go out and help. They didn't want to face those ferocious creatures and suffer the fatal consequences.

Roy couldn't help the man. His weapon wouldn't be able to kill the Werewolves, so he intended to meet with a pastor who was his friend to seek a solution to this case.

"We can't help him," Roy said, looking at the man being chased by the two supernatural creatures.

"His fate is the same as my daughter, who was devoured by them," Catrin replied sadly.

"I have to meet Pastor Albert tomorrow," Roy said as he closed the curtains and sat back on the sofa.

"Can he find a solution to this case?" Catrin asked hopefully.

"I don't know yet," Roy replied.

Then the young man explained that he would tell his friend about the case that had happened in this village and ask for guidance. Hearing the young man's words brought a glimmer of hope to escape from the deadly terror that now plagued the oncepeaceful village.

The man had been captured and taken by the two werewolves, so all the villagers knew that the man's life would not last much longer. All the lights in the villagers' houses went out, making the village look like an uninhabited silent area. Seeing this, Catrin's mother looked very scared and sad, and she intended to move far away from the Swansea area.

"I will not stay in Swansea anymore," said Catrin's mother.

"Why?" asked Lorena's mother, surprised.

"I want to forget the past and live with my brother in West Germany," Catrin's mother replied, shedding tears.

"Alright then, we can only pray for you," Lorena's mother said with a smile.

The next morning, Roy accompanied Catrin's mother back to her house and then continued his journey to the Bradford church in West Yorkshire. When he arrived there, the atmosphere in the church seemed quiet. Roy entered the large church courtyard with enthusiasm.

He knocked on the door several times, and a monk opened the door. The religious servant asked about the purpose of his visit.

"I want to meet Pastor Albert, is he here?" Roy asked hopefully.

"Of course he is, come with me," Rudi replied, leading the way to the office.

Roy followed the monk, and when they arrived, he saw his friend sitting there, watching Roy's arrival. Pastor Albert was very happy. It had been several years since they had last met, and now they were able to meet again.

"It's been a long time since we last met, is there anything I can help you with?" Pastor Albert asked.

"Of course, I need your help," Roy replied with a smile.

Then, Roy told him about the incident of Inggrid's death in the forest in a horrifying way. Pastor Albert and monk Rudi were very shocked to hear the report.

They empathized with the grief experienced by Catrin's mother, and Pastor Albert promised to help Roy solve this problem.

"I have heard of a plant that can ward off werewolves," Pastor Albert said.

"What plant is that?" Roy asked eagerly.

"Wolfbane," Pastor Albert replied.

"Where can I find that plant?" Roy asked again, becoming more curious as he listened to the explanation from his friend.

Pastor Albert said that the plant was located at the peak of the Cambrian mountains and they had to make the journey tomorrow morning. Hearing the good news, Roy's spirit was reignited and he would convey the good news to his family and the villagers.

Shortly after, he immediately returned to Hogan village with the news and called all the villagers to gather and announce the news.

How joyful all the villagers were when they heard the good news. They had always been haunted by fear because of the werewolf's actions, which had been slaughtering people in several villages in the Swansea region.

The next morning, Roy left accompanied by all the villagers who escorted him to the village border. They hoped that the young man would accomplish his mission and make the village lively again without fear.

Pastor Albert had prepared his horse along with Rudi, while the other monks stayed behind to carry out their church duties as usual. The three of them went to the Cambrian mountains with enthusiasm to find a useful antidote plant to fight against the werewolf pack.

Roy had arrived at the peak of the Cambrian mountains. He dismounted from his horse, as did Pastor Albert and Rudi. The three of them tied the saddle ropes to a large tree. Pastor Albert surveyed the surroundings and then walked far into a cluster of tall and dense trees. Roy and Rudi followed closely behind, observing the various plants thriving there.

Pastor Albert stopped near one particular type of flourishing plant and began plucking it. He then showed it to Roy, saying, "This is the Wolfbane plant I was referring to." Roy replied, holding the plant, "I have only seen it once before. It is truly a beautiful plant."

"Let's gather as much as we can to plant in the village of Hogan and the church," Pastor Albert suggested. Roy and Rudi nodded in agreement and carefully uprooted the plants. Once they felt they had collected enough, the three of them descended from the mountains and made their way back to the Bradford church.

Upon arriving at the church, Pastor Albert instructed some monks to immediately plant the Wolfbane around the church. Roy also hurried back to his village to plant the rare plant. The villagers of Hogan were overjoyed to see Roy successfully bring the protective plant, and they eagerly joined in planting the Wolfbane around the village borders.

As evening approached, they all appeared tired, including Roy, who had been busy dealing with the case for several days. When he reached his room, he immediately fell into a deep sleep. However, he was awakened in the middle of the night by the howling of wolves near the village border. Roy quickly left his room and headed to the courtyard, where he saw several villagers outside, witnessing the event. The villagers had woken up and wanted to ensure that the plant indeed served as a deterrent.

Roy and his neighbors watched as two werewolves attempted to enter the village but were repeatedly thrown back. The supernatural creatures tried multiple times but were always repelled, howling loudly as if expressing their immense frustration. Eventually, they ran away into the forest, snorting in anger. Finally, Roy could breathe a sigh of relief, as the creatures did not return.

The villagers cheered with joy, witnessing the event. They were now convinced that the plant had successfully saved their lives. Shortly after, Lorena's mother woke up, hearing the joyful cheers of her neighbors. She immediately went outside to see the cause of the commotion and shared in her happiness over her son's successful efforts to protect the entire village.

In the Parvun forest, the two werewolves who had been thrown back stopped running. Their breaths were labored, and in an instant, they transformed back into human form. It turned out that the two werewolves were elderly individuals.

"Those insolent people! Now the village is protected by the deterrent plant," Mr. Roger exclaimed angrily.

"True, our movement becomes more difficult with the presence of that plant," Mrs. Brenda replied with a vengeful expression on her face.

"We should report to Bovier," Mr. Roger said.

"Enough, let's go back to the castle now," Mrs. Brenda replied as she transformed back into her original form.

They ran quickly until they arrived at the castle. Without waiting long, they entered the mirror and disappeared instantly without leaving a trace. The arrival of Mr. Roger and Mrs. Brenda was noticed by John, who had been secretly watching their departure from under the big table. John didn't know who they were, but he knew that these two supernatural creatures had been seen coming out of that mirror several times.

"Who are they?" John wondered.

John felt that he had to solve this mystery so that the secret of this cursed mirror would be revealed and the main culprits of this incident would be known to all the castle's inhabitants.

While his mind was wandering, suddenly Mr. George entered the living room. Luckily, John managed to control himself so that he wasn't too surprised by his master's arrival.

He saw Mr. George sitting on the sofa, staring at the mirror. Not long after, he left the room. John breathed a sigh of relief and after waiting for a few minutes and making sure that his master wouldn't return to the room, he quickly got up and crawled out from under the table.

But to his surprise, he heard a voice calling him gently, yet threateningly.

"John, why are you investigating us?" the voice asked faintly and softly as if carried by the wind.

Hearing that eerie and chilling voice, John's hair stood on end. He turned towards the mirror and just stood there, unable to move. Not long after, the mirror spoke again, this time with a deep, threatening voice.

"Don't ever try to eradicate us, because we will chase you wherever you are," the man replied.

Hearing the threat only made John more frightened, and he quickly went to his room and locked the door. From that moment on, when night fell, the servant never left his room to investigate the mystery inside the castle. This was not unnoticed by Frank, who saw John's change in behavior and becoming more introverted every day.

One bright morning, Frank approached John, who was cleaning the stable. At that moment, he immediately asked what caused his friend to become so quiet.

"Why have you been so quiet lately?" Frank asked, looking at his friend.

"I can't talk about it here, it's too dangerous," John replied, looking around the castle.

"Then when will you be honest?" Frank asked, becoming more curious.

"In two days, we will go to Cardiff for shopping and I will tell you everything," John reassured his friend.

"Alright then," Frank said, smiling upon hearing his friend's promise.

Two days later, Frank and John set off for the Ashford district. Every month, John always did this, and coincidentally, Frank had just started working at the castle, so he was assigned by Macom to give directions and train the new servant.

During the journey, John told Frank everything he had seen so far, including the threats from the creatures residing in the mirror. Then, John reminded Frank not to engage in deep conversations while inside the castle, as he didn't know who among the castle's inhabitants were followers of the werewolves.

Upon hearing his friend's words, Frank became even more afraid of getting involved in that mysterious supernatural circle.

Frank fell silent for a moment, contemplating John’s words. He began to doubt continuing his work as a servant in the luxurious castle, and what scared him was the possibility of the castle’s servants becoming targets of the Werewolves one by one.

“Does Mr. George know about this?” Frank asked.

“I don’t know either, because so far it seems like he’s not involved, but we’ll see,” John replied as he urged his horsedrawn carriage forward.

“I feel like quitting my job at that castle,” Frank said.

“Why would you quit?” John asked, surprised, turning to look at Frank.

“I’m afraid that it might happen to me,” Frank answered.

Then, Frank expressed his fears and suspicions that one day they would all be sacrificed by the owner of the castle.

“Why do you suspect Mr. George?” John asked, curious.

“Don’t you suspect his increasing wealth?” Frank said again.

“Maybe he became rich because of the Grape harvest and his Grape drink company’s success in the global market,” John argued.

Frank rejected John’s answer and was more convinced that Mr. George obtained his wealth through unconventional means. Finally, John fell silent, listening to his friend’s words, and he began to agree with Frank in his heart.

Frank expressed his intention to quit if the situation in the castle continued to deteriorate.

“If you quit, what reason will you give to Mr. George?” John asked, urging his horse to go faster.

“I will say that I’m moving to my uncle’s house in Kent,” Frank replied.

“Alright then,” John said, nodding his head.

They arrived in the city of Cardiff and bought all the necessities. After that, they returned to Swansea with anxious hearts.

As night approached and they arrived, they saw the castle in a very quiet state. But when John looked up, he was shocked to see a black shadow watching him. It looked like a werewolf, and without realizing it, he screamed in fear, startling Frank.

“What’s wrong, John? Why did you scream like that?” Frank asked, surprised.

“I saw a Werewolf shadow up there!” John exclaimed, pointing to the living room.

Frank immediately looked up to see, but he didn’t see anyone up there. He looked at John with confusion.

“I don’t see anyone,” Frank said.

“But I saw it earlier,” John replied.

Frank just stared at John with a confused face, then they immediately entered while carrying their shopping bags into the kitchen, where Mrs. Leony was seen preparing dinner for Mr. George.

The woman smiled at them, but Frank looked at her suspiciously. When the woman walked towards the dining room, Frank whispered in John’s ear and told him that his friend should come to his room later that night. John just nodded without saying anything in response to Frank’s words.

Mr. George and Mrs. Marinda were enjoying their meal in the dining room and being served by Mrs. Leony. The three of them seemed very close, which made Frank, who was in the kitchen, even more suspicious.

“It seems that the cook is very close to them,” said Frank.

“True, even though they are not that friendly towards the other workers,” answered John.

Frank became more suspicious of the cook because when she smiled at them, the smile seemed to contain a mystery that couldn’t be described in words.

As the night grew late, John hurried to Frank’s room and asked his friend about the meaning of asking him to come. Frank told him about Mrs. Leony, who had fangs located on both sides of her lips.

John was shocked to hear his friend’s report and suspected that the old woman was one of the Werewolf followers.

“I suspect that Mrs. Leony is one of the Werewolf followers in that mirror,” said John.

“True, I agree with you,” replied Frank.

Frank felt that his bad suspicions were about to come true, and it was proven when Mrs. Leony transformed into a supernatural creature.

“We have to leave here as soon as possible,” Frank urged his friend.

“Your words are true,” answered John.

“And it’s better if you don’t communicate with me too often to avoid suspicion,” John requested.

Frank just nodded his head, and then John got up from the sofa to open the door. But before he could do that, they suddenly heard the howling of a wolf in the living room, which frightened both of the servants.

John canceled his intention to leave Frank’s room, and they both just stayed inside, waiting for what would happen next. They heard the howling of wolves echoing each other, and shortly after, they heard the sound of a window being opened by someone in the room.

And John decided not to leave Frank’s room until morning. Meanwhile, in the living room, something terrifying happened. Two werewolves came out of the mirror and jumped, and Mrs. Leony was opening the window for them. She transformed into a werewolf.

The three of them jumped out of the window and disappeared into the darkness of the night. Sometime later, they heard the sound of Mr. George’s footsteps heading toward the living room. He was only there for a moment and then returned to his room. Frank and John listened to every sound and step that happened around the living room. They pressed their ears against the door so that everything could be heard clearly.

“I can’t stand staying here anymore, it’s terrifying,” Frank said with a trembling voice.

“Be patient until the time comes. Besides, if we leave this castle, they will surely ask for the reason,” John tried to convince Frank.

Frank fell silent, listening to his friend’s words. His sanity returned, and he nodded his head. Then, John devised a plan for them to pretend not to know about this incident and continue working as usual.

Towards morning, John left Frank’s room and went back to his room. Luckily, tomorrow was a holiday for all the servants, so he could sleep soundly until noon. The castle became silent as if it was uninhabited, and while the inhabitants of the castle were sleeping, the three werewolves returned. The two werewolves entered the mirror again, while Mrs. Leony transformed back into a human form.

Since that incident, John and Frank have become more withdrawn. When they met Leony’s mother, they behaved normally so as not to arouse suspicion among the other residents. They had grown accustomed to the occurrences within the family room and without realizing it, the time came when they were assigned to shop in Cardiff again.

The longawaited day finally arrived. Frank and John welcomed this happy day, knowing they would soon leave the castle forever and be free from the fear that had always haunted them.

Now they had returned to the village of Hogan, and all the inhabitants welcomed them with curiosity.

“Are you no longer working at the castle?” asked Mr. Tomy with a smile.

“No, we’re not. We’ve experienced many events,” Frank replied with a somber expression.

“You better rest first, then tell us about it,” Mr. Tomy requested.

“All right,” John replied.

They went home to their respective houses and met with their families. Towards evening, they gathered with several villagers including Mr. Tomy and Roy.

They listened attentively to the harrowing experiences of the two servants, and then Roy recounted the experiences of all the villagers in the village to those two servants, which made them very surprised and scared.

“Oh my, wherever there are werewolves,” Frank complained while shaking his head.

“But you no longer have to worry, and the village is safe now,” Roy answered with confidence.

“Why is the village safe?” John asked, not understanding.

“We have planted wolfbane along the village border,” Roy replied with a smile.

Then, Roy explained the events experienced by all the inhabitants of the village of Hogan during the time that Frank and John worked at the castle. Starting from the gruesome death of Inggrid to the terror caused by the two werewolves who often visited the village, they decided to start looking for countermeasures and finally found them thanks to the help of Pastor Albert and Friar Rudi.

Upon hearing Roy’s words, the two servants felt calm. They felt right to return to their hometown village and would never leave again

Meanwhile, after a few days of the two castle servants’ departure, Leony’s mother grew suspicious. She approached Malcolm and asked the head of the household about the disappearance of Frank and John, who had gone to Cardiff.

“Malcolm! Have you seen Frank and John?” Leony’s mother asked as she approached the man.

“I haven’t seen them. What’s going on with them?” Malcolm asked, bewildered.

“Usually when they go to Cardiff, they return promptly, but now they haven’t shown up since two days ago,” Leony’s mother replied.

“Could it be that they quit by running away?” Malcolm asked, confused.

“Maybe they found out that we are werewolves,” Leony’s mother replied again.

“Well, if that’s the case, it’s quite troublesome! We should look for those two servants again,” Malcolm said.

“No need, I will investigate this myself,” Leony’s mother replied angrily.

“Very well, I’ll wait for news from you,” Malcolm said, returning to his work.

Leony’s mother left Malcolm and headed to the family room, where, fortunately, Lord George’s family was not at home, so she felt free to approach the magic mirror.

She gazed into the mirror and began communicating with its inhabitants. Not long after, the two werewolves emerged from the mirror, growling.

“What news do you bring?” asked Lord Roger.

“Two castle servants have run away,” Leony’s mother replied.

“No need to chase after them. If they slip up someday, then you can make them my followers,” Lord Roger said.

“Very well. So what do we do next?” Leony’s mother asked.

“We will attack the village of Verase and make its inhabitants my followers,” Lord Roger replied.

“When?” asked Leony’s mother.

“Tonight. Convey our plan to Malcolm,” Lord Roger said, leaping back into the mirror.

Mrs. Leony nodded and went to meet Malcolm, informing him of the plan. As night approached, they began to execute their action. Meanwhile, in the village of Verase, all was quiet; the inhabitants were fast asleep, unaware of the impending danger lurking around them. However, only one house belonging to the Steale family remained lit at that late hour—by 11:00 PM, the family was still conversing.

It was at that moment that four werewolves ran tirelessly as if impatient to slaughter their victims. Now, they had arrived in the village and immediately sought their prey. Not long after, chaos erupted in the village; heartwrenching screams for help echoed among the residents. Those who survived tried to help their neighbors, but they too fell victim to the ferocity of the powerful and brutal werewolves.

Mr. Remington and his family were shocked to hear the piercing screams coming from their neighbor’s house. He jumped off the sofa, rushed to the window, and tried to find out what was happening. To his horror, as he peered through the curtain, he saw four werewolves busy slaughtering their victims.

Spontaneously, Mr. Remington shouted instructions to his wife, Mrs. Janet, to take their two children into the basement. Mrs. Janet swiftly moved to save their children while Mr. Remington turned off the lights and followed his wife, running after her. They quickly descended the basement stairs and locked the door behind them. Mr. Remington then opened a door that revealed a tunnel leading into the Sotana forest.

“Quickly! Before those werewolves catch us!” Mr. Remington yelled.

Mrs. Janet ran through the tunnel with their children while Mr. Remington tightly secured the basement door, which was the border route to the Andara mountains. They ran tirelessly toward the mountain border until they finally arrived. There, they searched for a cave to temporarily shelter in.

Meanwhile, the werewolves continued their rampage, successfully turning some villagers into their followers and devouring others as their evening meal. When they arrived at Mr. Remington’s house, the pack immediately burst in and smashed through the doors. They began to ransack the house and search for where the family was hiding. Eventually, Malcolm discovered the door leading to the basement.

He informed Lord Roger that the homeowners had fled through the underground passage, and Lord Roger agreed with the head of the household’s assessment.

Lord Roger was furious upon hearing Malcolm’s report and only then realized that their quarry had successfully escaped their pursuit. He ordered Malcolm and Mrs. Leony to rush towards the basement door. In an instant, the door shattered as they leaped inside, searching for their prey. Much to their surprise, they encountered another door that needed to be opened.

“So they escaped through this door,” Lord Roger growled.

“Yes, I agree with your assessment, dear,” Mrs. Brenda replied, looking at her husband.

“Let’s open this door,” Malcolm invited.

“Argh!!!” their voices echoed in frustration.

“Why is this happening!” Lord Roger exclaimed.

“My body is in so much pain,” Mrs. Brenda groaned in agony.

“My legs are injured too,” Mrs. Leony added, groaning.

“It seems there’s some force attacking us,” Malcolm speculated.

They began to investigate the cause and were shocked to find, just a few meters away, numerous Wolf’s Bane plants, known enemies of werewolves.

“Oh my, so this is the cause!” Mrs. Brenda exclaimed angrily.

“No wonder we were thrown back and injured,” Lord Roger replied, equally furious.

“It’s better if we retreat rather than face further difficulties,” Malcolm suggested.

“Yes, I agree with you,” Mrs. Leony replied.

“Very well, then let’s return to the village,” Lord Roger said as he jumped back into the tunnel.

Disheartened, they returned through the tunnel after leaving Mr. Remington’s house. Lord Roger gathered his followers to return to Voltre Castle. As morning approached, the group leaped at high speed and in an instant arrived there. They all entered the mirror except Mrs. Leony and Malcolm.

The next morning, George woke up and, as usual, went to his study to read a book. When he entered the room, he saw stacks of money and gold bars on the table, which surprised him. George didn’t understand how he had suddenly acquired such wealth so easily and without knowing who had placed all this wealth on his table. He collected the wealth and stored it in a safe, then searched the entire room but found nothing suspicious. Finally, he returned to his room.

Meanwhile, the Remington family managed to survive the ferocity of the werewolves and now hid in a cave, resting.

“We’re lucky we survived, and they didn’t chase us into this cave,” Mr. Remington said.

“Maybe they couldn’t enter the basement,” Mrs. Janet replied.

“I doubt it! They’ll surely keep trying to break down the door to chase us,” Mr. Remington replied.

“What saved us then?” Mrs. Janet asked, puzzled.

Mr. Remington shrugged and went out again to find some food he could cook. Soon after, he managed to catch a rabbit and cook it. That morning, the family ate roasted rabbit meat to sustain themselves.

“I will find out why we are safe from the pursuit of those werewolves,” said Mr. Remington as he left the cave.

“You must be cautious of your surroundings,” replied Mrs. Janet.

“Yes, I brought a weapon to be on alert,” said Mr. Remington.

Mr. Remington began to investigate the reason they were safe, so he traversed the Cambrian mountains. He then found wolf tracks and a lot of furs scattered on the ground, indicating that the werewolves had managed to break through the underground and enter this mountain’s border.

“Why didn’t they continue the chase?” Mr. Remington wondered to himself.

The middleaged man was busy searching for answers while looking around, then his eyes fell on the Wolfsbane plants that grew abundantly there. So many of these plants were present that the border of the Sotana forest was almost covered by them.

Now, Mr. Remington realized that the werewolves could not continue the chase because of this repellent plant. So, he picked some Wolfsbane plants and brought them back to the cave. Upon arriving there, he met his wife and explained everything.

Mrs. Janet was very happy to hear the news; she was sure that the plant was a repellent for those werewolves, and they planted it in front of the cave. Since that incident, Mr. Remington’s family never returned to their village; they didn’t want to experience such a bad event again.

One night, George was in his study, continuing his office work, when he suddenly heard a sound coming from the living room. The sound startled him, and he immediately stood up and went to the living room.

The sound was very disturbing and intriguing; it continued until he arrived there, and then it stopped.

“What was that sound?” George wondered to himself.

Suddenly, a faint voice calling from within the mirror startled George, making him turn towards it. He immediately approached the mirror and stared at it.

“We are Grandpa Roger and Grandma Brenda,” said Roger, laughing loudly.

“Aren’t you supposed to be dead?” asked George, confused.

“Indeed, and our spirits now inhabit this mirror,” replied Roger.

“Why are your spirits in there?” asked George in fear.

“We are the ones who gave you wealth,” replied Brenda.

Then, Grandma Brenda explained that their deaths were a result of a pact they made with the werewolf king.

“Why did you do that?” asked George, bewildered.

“Your ancestors have always lived in poverty, so we did not want the Hurley lineage to continue living that way,” replied Roger.

“My God! So we have lived with abundant wealth because you made a pact with the werewolf king?” asked George loudly.

“Exactly, and you have enjoyed the results,” replied Brenda with a smile.

George was very angry, so spontaneously he threw the vase from the room at the mirror, but strangely, the mirror did not break and remained hanging on the wall as before

George staggered backward, utterly shocked when the mirror emitted a brilliant blue light that illuminated the entire room. Then, from within the mirror, dozens of werewolves, including Grandpa Roger and Grandma Brenda, leaped out, revealing themselves. Finally, King Bovier, the werewolf king, appeared in his royal robe, standing before George with a terrifying gaze.

George took several steps back, trembling, unable to believe that his beloved mirror contained such a horrifying mystery. He couldn't escape the room as the door was tightly locked. Slowly, they began to approach George, grinning, and the werewolves introduced themselves.

It turned out that among these supernatural creatures were several ancestors who had made a pact with the werewolf king.

"We are all followers of King Bovier, and one day you will become one too," Roger said with a mysterious smile.

"I don't want to join you, and cancel the pact!" George shouted in fear.

"It can never be undone, and you will remain my follower," Bovier replied, laughing loudly.

"Take the treasure back! I don't need it!" George screamed, becoming more hysterical.

"My answer is still 'NO.' Are you deaf?" Bovier asked, starting to get angry.

George fell silent, unable to resist the power of these creatures. He realized that all the wealth he had obtained from his family's inheritance came from the forbidden pact made between his ancestors and the werewolf king.

"One year from now, you will become a werewolf, and we will hold a welcoming ceremony," Bovier declared.

Everyone present howled loudly, causing several unaware servants to wake up, especially Willy, who was sleeping in his room. The young man was very shocked by the werewolves' howls. In his fear, he tried to get up and leave his room to find the source and cause of the noise. Slowly, he stepped into the family room and peeked through the keyhole.

He was incredibly shocked but fortunately didn't panic too much upon witnessing the event, though his heart pounded erratically.

"I have to get out of here," Willy said, hurrying away.

Willy rushed back to his room, busy worrying about his safety. His heart was filled with anxiety, while his heartbeat was irregular. He could faintly hear the werewolves' howls until he finally lost consciousness again.

The next morning, all the inhabitants of Voltaire Castle went about their activities as usual as if nothing had ever happened. However, it was different for Willy, who began to suspect all the castle's inhabitants for his safety.

Mr. George was seen leaving the castle with a gloomy face, accompanied by his wife. They were going to the church with their three children. Shortly after, the car carrying the family drove off and disappeared at the crossroads. Now, only the servants remained, continuing to carry out their duties.

Willy was cleaning the grass outside the castle grounds. The atmosphere was quiet since Malcom and Mrs. Leony happened to be in town shopping for groceries. Willy decided to use this opportunity to escape.

Willy hurried into the yard, where he saw his colleague Thomas sweeping. Thomas was puzzled by Willy's haste and immediately called out to him.

"Willy! Why are you in such a hurry?" Thomas asked while sweeping.

"Didn't you hear the howling last night?" Willy asked.

"I did, and it was very frightening," Thomas replied.

"We'd better leave quickly; this place is very dangerous," Willy suggested again.

"I don't understand what you mean," Thomas said, looking confused.

"Just go inside, pack your things, and come with me!" Willy ordered impatiently.

Finally, Thomas obeyed Willy's command. He packed his belongings and mounted his horse. The two of them fled to Hogan village. Along the way, Willy recounted the events he had witnessed the previous night and also shared his suspicions about their two friends who had never returned to the castle.

"Do you remember Frank and John, who never came back?" Willy asked.

"I remember them," Thomas replied, nodding.

"I think they knew about the castle's mystery and fled," Willy speculated.

"Is that true?" Thomas asked, surprised.

"Of course, because I once saw John's face looking very distressed while working here," Willy answered, trying to convince his friend.

Finally, they arrived safely at Hogan Village. The villagers were delighted to see them return from the mysterious castle.

Unexpectedly, Thomas and Willy met their two neighbors, who had returned to the village earlier. They were very happy to be reunited. Frank then recounted all the events he and John had experienced, revealing that Mrs. Leony was a follower of the werewolves. Hearing Frank's story, Thomas felt grateful for surviving the slaughter of the ferocious creatures, thanks to obeying Willy's orders.

"Thank you, Willy! You've saved me," Thomas said, smiling at Willy.

"You're lucky you didn't ignore my warning. If you had, I don't know what would have happened to you," Willy replied.

The villagers felt relieved that their two neighbors were safe, and they promised never to return to the castle to work. Meanwhile, Malcolm had returned from Cardiff with Mrs. Leony, but upon entering the castle, she couldn't find them. Mrs. Leony's suspicions grew even stronger after Frank and John had successfully escaped.

She ran outside to inform Malcom about it, and upon hearing Mrs. Leony's report, the head of the household lost his patience.

"Those insolent fools!" Malcom yelled angrily.

"They need to be taught a lesson!" Mrs. Leony shouted, equally furious.

"They must have gone back to Hogan village," Malcom guessed, punching the stable wall.

Mrs. Leony said they couldn't attack the village directly because it was heavily planted with Wolfsbane, making it difficult to massacre the villagers. Hearing her report, Malcolm just laughed cynically and began planning something that would wipe out all the villagers in an instant.

Hearing Malcom's wicked plan, Mrs. Leony burst into laughter, clearly delighted by the brilliant scheme. Then they howled together, signaling that their mission would soon succeed. The howling caused the werewolves inside the mirror to leap out.