Teen Wolf : Real supernatural

Chapter 13: The Gathering Storm

The Sigils of Corruption

The air in the clearing felt wrong, thick with an unnatural energy that sent shivers down everyone's spine. The sigils—dark, writhing, and pulsating with an ominous glow—seemed almost alive, like an infection spreading beneath the earth.

Scott's heartbeat thundered in his ears as he took a cautious step forward. He wasn't sure if it was instinct or some unseen force, but he could feel it—an immense pressure radiating from the sigils, pressing down on his chest like a weight.

Lydia, standing beside him, hugged her arms to herself, her eyes darting over the markings as if deciphering something no one else could see.

"These symbols…" she whispered. "They're not just random. They form a network. A… a web."

The Hunter Leader scoffed. "Of course they do."

Scott turned sharply toward him. "You knew?"

The Hunter Leader's gaze didn't waver. "I suspected."

Scott clenched his fists. "And you didn't think to tell us?"

The Hunter Leader sighed. "You weren't ready to know. You still aren't."

Scott bristled. "You don't get to decide that."

The Hunter Leader smirked slightly but said nothing.

Liam took a shaky step forward. "What exactly do these sigils do?"

The Hunter Leader finally looked away from Scott, kneeling down near the center of the largest sigil.

"They're part of a ritual," he said. "A large-scale summoning spell. Each sigil feeds power into the next, creating a chain reaction. Once enough are activated, they'll rip open a rift."

Lydia's breath hitched. "A rift to where?"

The Hunter Leader glanced at her, his expression dark.

"To the Abyss."

Scott felt his stomach twist.

He had heard that name before, whispered in fragments of supernatural lore, but no one ever spoke of it in detail. Because they didn't dare.

"The Abyss…" Lydia swallowed. "That's where demons come from, isn't it?"

The Hunter Leader nodded. "And if this ritual succeeds, it won't just let demons in. It will tear apart the veil between realms."

Liam exhaled sharply. "Meaning?"

The Hunter Leader rose to his feet, dusting his hands off. "Meaning your little town of Beacon Hills? It'll become the epicenter of a full-scale demonic invasion."

Silence followed, heavy and suffocating.

Chris Argent finally broke it. His voice was grim. "How do we stop it?"

The Hunter Leader smirked, but there was no amusement in his eyes.

"That's the right question."

A Dangerous Plan

The group gathered in a tight circle, the sigils glowing faintly beneath them.

Scott crossed his arms. "We destroy them, right? Break the sigils before they can activate?"

The Hunter Leader shook his head. "If it were that easy, I would have done it already."

Scott frowned. "What do you mean?"

"These sigils are anchored." The Hunter Leader gestured around them. "Destroying one won't matter. The others will compensate. If you really want to stop the ritual, you have to find the anchor point."

Malia's eyes narrowed. "And where's that?"

The Hunter Leader tilted his head slightly, as if listening to something only he could hear.

"That's the tricky part," he said. "The anchor isn't just a place. It's a person."

Lydia sucked in a sharp breath. "A sacrifice."

The Hunter Leader nodded. "Someone willingly—or unwillingly—bound to the spell. Kill them, and the sigils collapse."

A heavy silence settled over the group.

Scott gritted his teeth. "And if we don't?"

The Hunter Leader's gaze darkened. "Then the Neamoton falls. And the world burns."

Scott exhaled sharply, his mind racing. He wasn't against killing, not when it was necessary. But this… the idea that an innocent person might be trapped in this spell—

"There has to be another way," he said.

The Hunter Leader smirked. "If you find one, let me know."

Chris Argent stepped forward. "If we're doing this, we need to find the sacrifice first."

The Hunter Leader nodded. "Exactly."

The Hunt Begins

The group moved quickly, following the Hunter Leader through the darkened woods. The night felt heavy, oppressive, like something unseen was watching them from the shadows.

Scott felt his instincts prickle with unease.

Something was out there.

Liam kept close, his breath uneven. "Is it just me, or does it feel like we're being hunted?"

The Hunter Leader chuckled. "That's because you are."

Liam tensed. "That's not funny."

"I wasn't joking."

The words had barely left his mouth when something moved in the trees.

A flicker of red eyes.

A low, guttural growl.

Then—darkness exploded around them.

Something massive leaped from the shadows, crashing into Liam and sending him sprawling.

Scott whirled around, claws bared, just as more figures emerged from the trees.

Demonspawn.

Their bodies were twisted mockeries of human forms—elongated limbs, gaping mouths filled with jagged teeth, blackened skin pulsing with unnatural energy. Their eyes burned with infernal light.

They were fast.

Too fast.

Scott barely dodged as one lunged at him, its claws slicing through the air where his throat had been a second ago. He retaliated, slashing across its chest, but the wound barely slowed it down.

Liam was on his feet, fangs bared, eyes glowing yellow as he tackled another, driving it into the dirt.

Chris Argent fired off two rounds, silver bullets tearing into one demon's skull. It shrieked, its body disintegrating into black mist.

Lydia covered her ears as a piercing wail erupted from one of the creatures, its voice splitting the air like glass.

Scott staggered, vision swimming.

Then—a gunshot.

The wailing stopped.

The Hunter Leader stood at the edge of the clearing, his revolver smoking. His expression didn't change.

"You're slow," he said flatly.

Scott gritted his teeth. "We're alive."

The Hunter Leader holstered his gun. "For now."

Scott turned back to the bodies. The demon corpses were already dissolving, their forms melting into the shadows. But something felt off.

"We need to move," the Hunter Leader said suddenly.

Scott frowned. "Why?"

The Hunter Leader's gaze darkened. "Because this was just a distraction."

Scott's breath caught.

Lydia's eyes widened. "A distraction from what?"

The Hunter Leader exhaled.

"The real target."

Scott's heart pounded.

"The sacrifice," he realized. "They're making their move."

The Hunter Leader nodded. "And we need to stop them before it's too late."

Without another word, they took off into the night.

— End of Chapter 13 —