Book 5: Petrified

Cerelia’s POV 

“Stay right where you are. Don’t forget, I’m still the most powerful Silver Wolf alive!” My grandpa stepped backward, taking up a defensive stance. Before anyone could capture him, he grunted and closed his eyes for a split second. A large blade appeared in his hand, its sharp edges glinting under the lights. 

“Dad, drop that cursed sword,” cried Uncle Alarik, pulling the others backward, away from my grandpa. 

My eyes widened at what it entailed. Was the sword in his hand a cursed weapon? I inched backward towards my uncle and aunt. But it was too late. My grandpa’s eyes fell on me and he lunged at me. I tried to escape, but my speed and agility were nothing compared to my grandpa’s. He grabbed me and pulled me towards him, holding the cursed sword against my throat.

“Please don’t kill me, Grandpa,” I begged in vain, my eyes wide with horror as I tried my best to stay away from the sword. I had never felt this p