AN: This is a new story. I hope you like it. This is just the Prologue.
Summary: AU Four teenagers realize that they are mages and they entered into the world of the supernatural. They meet the Quileute wolves. They have to stop a family of withes and warlocks from killing them and stealing their magic book and enslave the world. Slash and Lemons.
Disclaimer: I just own my OCs and the plot the rest belong to Stephanie Meyer.
Prologue
Sometime during the night an old woman was about to enter her house when she felt eyes watching her. She is 5'5 feet. She has chocolate skin complexion. She has short hair with more black than gray. She looked to be in her mid to late fifties.
"Who's there!" she demanded.
She looks around and saw nothing. She knew better than that. She has been in the business long enough to know that someone or something is lurking in the dark using the shadows to hide themselves. She enters her and mumbled a few words.
She got ready for bed. She was on her way to her bedroom when she heard a crash. She rushes to the den for she already knows what the intruder is after.
I'm surprise they waited this long. I was wondering if they wherever going to attack she thought.
She reaches the den turn on the light and stand behind an old book which is on a stand. She looks around waiting for them to come. She saw the window and the brown curtain. The family paintings are on the wall of deceased relatives. Behind her is the book she is protecting, it's big, thick and the pages are brown with age.
"Luminous extinguish!" said a female voice and the lights cut off.
The owner of the house being level headed remains calm and simply snap her fingers. Then a ball of fire the size of a basketball forms above her head illuminating the whole den. There she saw a man and a woman. Both look like there are in there thirties. The woman had a scarred from the bottom of her right eyes to her chin. She has hair as black as midnight. She is wearing a black tank top and black tights. She looks harmless but those are the ones who are the most lethal. The man is wearing a black Armani suit. His face could not be seen and the house owner concludes he is cloaking it. She did see that he has a grin on his face like he is going to enjoy this.
"Why are you here?" she asks "Did you come here to kill me?"
"We don't want to kill you." said the man. "Just gives us your grimoire and will be on our way."
"So you could use it to destroy the world. No thank you!" she exclaimed.
"We aren't trying to destroy the world, just enslave it." He tried to reason
"Not going to happen." She said and making a fireball appears in her hand just to prove a point.
"You are the last mage in your family. We killed all of your family so the grimoire have nowhere to go if we have to kill you. So, give us the grimoire or will kill you and take it." The female said.
In her rage the fire mage threw her fireball at them but it was disperse by wind. She saw that the man had created it. "I guess you choose the hard way" he said happily.
"Fire Tornado!" said the fire mage. A small tornado made completely of fire went at them. The woman put her hand up and made a move away motion and the fire tornado stop coming after them and went back towards the fire mage.
Luckily, she was able to disperse the flames before it could do damage. Not to herself, of course, but to her surroundings. These people are a witch and a warlock she realize. The man's right hand started to surge with electricity.
"Lightning Strike!" he shouted and shot the lightning at her but before it could it reach her; she summoned a fire shield in time. Unfortunately for the fire mage, since her shield was summoned so quickly it was weaker and couldn't contain all that power. So, she was push back by the force against the wall and the grimoire was knocked off the stand dropped near the curtain.
"Finish her!" said the woman annoyed walking towards the grimoire "I'll grab the grimoire."
"Evil can't touch it." said the fire mage matter of factly.
"That is why we are going to kill you. Them the grimoire defense will be weak enough for me grab it" said the woman. The warlock walked towards her while the fire mage was talking to the witch. He places his hand on her heart and said "Lightning Strike" he said in a whisper close to her ear. It wasn't enough power to leave a mark but enough to let the mortals think it was a heart attack that killed her.
When the fire mage died, the witch reaches for the grimoire but it teleport away. "Damn" she said "It seems there are more mages in the family after all. It has to be the younger generations.
"It could just be one mage it doesn't have to be them." said the warlock.
They left the house and went in a black car that was waiting for them. "Where's the grimoire?" said an old woman in the front seat.
"It transported to next generations of mage in the family, grandma." said the man.
"No matter she was the real challenge. If there is more mages in the Baston household they will be easy kill and their power will increase our own." She laughs menacingly.
"Let's hope it's not the ele-"the warlock was interrupted by the grandma.
"Don't say that name. Even if it is them we have enough power to kill them before they realize what they are. For we are the Volt Family!" said the grandma.
The grimoire was teleported to a house in Forks, Washington.