I am rewriting my Teen Wolf story for several reasons but mostly to fix it up and flesh it out. Now that I know where I want to go and how to define his powers, it just makes more sense to restructure it. Don't worry, I am not quitting.
It will never get past season Three, the series took a serious nose dive after that point.
Chris talking about Berserkers and Deaton talking about Druids is what inspired the remake.
The Night Scott is bit
"O Hecate, te obtestor!" Victor muttered, burning his incense and candles. Reading from the Grimoire he had in hand, he uttered the spell within. " Mater magicae, dea maleficarum, audi causam meam. Oblationes do tibi, benedictiones magicas da mihi. Hac nocte lunam ad te voco!"
Looking skyward, he drank in the moonlit and sent out his fervent prayer. He was not sure what he believed, but he hoped something would happen. He needed magic in his life, so Hecate was a natural choice. He had done his studies, he even knew how to pronounce the Latin words in the grimoire he bought. He was ready for magic and just needed it to happen! Completing the prayer, he blew out each candle, put a hand in the center of the salt pentagram and uttered the final part. h
"Oblationem meam suscipe et hanc cordi benedic donis quae desideres."
There was no surge of power, no whisper from the goddess... nothing...
"Where there goes that" Sighing, Victor grabbed the nearest candle and checked to make sure it was out. "OW!" He snapped, his fingers just slightly too close to the top, the heat seared his skin and he dropped the freaking candle. It crashed against the paneling and split into pieces. Sighing, he leaned down and grabbed the pieces, only for a single piece to slide through, slicing through his index finger. Blood oozed out and he lifted it to suck on the wound to make it stop, only for three drops to drop onto the altar he had made to Hecate.
The moment the blood touched the center of the salt pentagram, the other candles burst back into flame and the room shook with warm power. Black veins crawled up his hands, crawling up his arm until it reached his eyes, draining everything of color and knocking him out. He woke up, who knows how much later, on his back by the altar.
The memories of what happened lingered in his heart and left him terrified. Grabbing the grimoire he opened it, hands shaking, looking for any answer. o
"Did it work, did I invoke Hecate?" Seeing a simple spell in the book, he moved a hand over the glass pieces still on the ground and uttered. "Motus." Magnetic energy flowed through his body, like the black veins in reverse, and slowly the pieces lifted from the ground. "Holy hell... I... I did it... magic is real and I...I am so screwed if I cannot figure out what the hell is going on with me. I cannot show it off, that would just end up with me in a lab on the slab."
Shaking his head, he stood up, oddly both deeply worn and completely energized.
"I have my first day of class in... an hour. I need to get ready and when I get home I... wait no, I have volunteering at the hospital today. Later, I will deal with it when I have time. I can bring my grimoire to school, deal with it then. I got time, nothing but time..."
And with that, he hurried out into the other room, readying himself for school and trying to repress the excitement of somehow invoking the magic of a Goddess... and wondering just what the hell that would mean for him."
Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.
This was a joy to write.
Love, your Ninja Overlord,
Mika.