ADAN STONE. "Wrap it up? With you watching? Are you fucking fucked up?" I growled again, my hands coiling into fists. If Lucy were not here, I would be throwing punches at him already. "Lucija, stop me, or I’m going to shred this man into pieces." He hissed at me, his eyes darkening before they blazed red. "Do it then!" I snapped back at him. I knew I could end up dead in seconds, but who the fuck appreciates being disturbed in the middle of having sex? "Can you both calm down?" Lucy let out a loud sigh, making my head snap back at her. "Can you cover yourself!" I growled at her. She was clutching the sheets over her body, but I could still see the roundness of her upper breasts, and I didn’t give a fuck if Lucius was her brother. For all I knew, demons had no concept of incest. "I am covered!" Lucy’s brows furrowed. Lucius flicked his fingers, and soon she had the same bodysuit Lucien gave her yesterday. "Better now?" He mocked me before he shook his head, looking annoyed.
LUCIEN. I didn’t find the witch. And I couldn’t force Stone’s pack members to reveal her whereabouts. Hades had called for me and asked for an explanation of what happened the night that I took Lucija home. Lucius accidentally summoned his name, but he just ignored it. By the time he realized it was a royal son who mentioned his name, the only thing he saw was when Lucija took my hand. But he heard me swear to her that I would never touch Stone’s pack. So even if I wanted to crush them and force the witch’s name out of their mouths, I knew Hades was watching and just waiting for me to make one more mistake. I could feel he didn’t like me at all, especially after that close encounter with him when Lucija’s mother was in my chambers more than two decades ago. I always had to watch my back. I felt like a fucking dog being watched all the time, and I didn’t like it. But I didn’t have a choice. I wanted to gain his favor even if I hated him. Despite being the being god of the underwor
LUCY. My body jolted awake, making my eyes snap open as my heart thudded loudly in my chest. I sat up from lying down with my hands clutching my sheets tightly as I looked around. I’m still in the underworld, and something doesn’t feel right. 'Lucius?' He was my only connection in this place. 'Damn it, Lucija! I’ve been trying to wake you up for an hour now!' He snapped at me, and I knew it had something to do with Adan. 'Where is he? What’s going on?' 'No time to explain! Kosior dungeon, now!' Oh, Goddess! Oh, Goddess! I shoved the blanket off my body and grabbed my robe, wrapping it around me before I closed my eyes and flicked my fingers, hoping against hope that I would end up at the right place. In seconds, I found myself on the stairs that would lead me to Adan’s cell. The smell of blood, sweat, and flesh being burned was swirling around me, making my jaw twitch. I wanted to scream, but I composed myself. I needed to think and act logically, but I swore to the Goddes
LUCIUS. I transported us to Lucija’s chamber, and I helped her put Stone in her bed. I knew she had many questions, but at the moment, she wasn’t asking any. She was busy attending to her mate and it was to my advantage. I didn’t want to tell her anything more at the moment than what she needed to know. "I have to go now. I have other things to do," I told her after a while of watching her clean up Stone’s body. He looked like he was fucking dead to me, but his chest was moving, which meant he was still alive. "But... what if I need you?" Lucija stood up from the bed and faced me. "Then reach out to me. I won’t block my mind." "Do you think Lucien will come back soon?" "I don’t think so. He wants to find the witch, so I’m sure he will search the whole North for her." "Will you let me know if he returns?" "Of course. But what are your plans? Will you return Stone to his cell?" "No. Definitely not. I just want to be prepared when he comes back because I’m sure he will raise he
LUCY. I had removed all traces of blood from almost all parts of his body except those near his wounds and cuts. I didn’t want to touch them, as I didn’t want to wake him up if I ended up hurting him. I wanted him to rest and gain his energy back. I couldn’t explain what I was feeling at the moment. Never in my wildest imagination did I think Adan would end up looking like this. He had always been so strong that I felt no one could hurt him, and seeing him so vulnerable while he slept was breaking my heart. I caused him this. If he didn’t meet me, maybe he was still okay, living like a god in his own world. 'But then he’ll never be this happy.' Angel reminded me. 'Do you think he’s still happy? Maybe he regrets following me here. I don’t understand what I did wrong for him to suffer like this because of me?’ Angel didn’t answer. She must be saving her energy, but I didn’t mind at all. I knew she didn’t have the answer either. I was torn between having Adan around me and sending
ADAN STONE. I grunted in discomfort as my eyes snapped open. Pain coursed from my back to every corner of my body, and it rattled me for a second until I was able to make sure that my walls were still up. I didn’t want Lucy to feel even a tiny bit of the pain her father gave me. "Aargh…" I groaned. I couldn’t roll over and couldn’t lay on my back, but compared to the pain before I fell asleep or passed out, what I had at the moment was bearable. I closed my eyes for a moment and tried to steady my breathing, trying to process everything that had happened when Lucien walked into the dungeon and began to emotionally torture me. He kept telling me that Lucy was bound for greater things and that I would be her weakness. That my slightest pain and discomfort would eventually render Lucy incapable of doing her daily routine. He said Lucy would never do the same thing to me — that she would protect me by taking all the pain herself. Until it dawned on me, he wanted me to control my pain
LUCY. "I can. But can you?" His eyes bored deep into mine. "What do you exactly want from me?" I asked, trying not to raise my voice. Lucius appeared out of thin air, and I saw his jaw twitch when his gaze fell on Adan before anger flitted across his expression at my father’s following words. "Rule this kingdom with me." Lucius obviously wanted this for himself. "I don't want your kingdom! I have a pack! I am the Luna of my pack, not of Kalmerus!" "You belong in this realm, Lucija." "I never feel like I belong here, Lucien. Set me free." "No." His eyes blazed red as his grip on the armrest tightened as the whip was used to hit Adan again. "Stop hurting him!" "Calm down! Or there will be more." "You're not playing fair. I’m trying to calm down, but you’re still hitting him!" "Who says Lucien plays fair?" "Can you both calm down? And Father, stop hitting the fucking wolf! If he dies, Lucija will fucking perish as well!" Lucius’ hissed in annoyance. "You’re underestimati
LUCY. Tears trickled down my face as I tried to keep myself together. It was agonizing to see Adan chained and punished, but it was torture to hear his pleas. I hope one day he will forgive me for doing this to him. A loud crashing sound, like bricks exploding, erupted in the air as metals and chains clattered as they were dragged on the floor. And I knew Adan had broken free. My gaze darted to my father, who was left stunned in his place. Adan was soon on my back, his chained arms coiling around my body as he hugged me tightly. My father hissed, his eyes blazing red, as he stood up from his throne, but I was faster. I let fire engulf my whole body, including Adan. I knew my father had the possibility of penetrating my fire, but I was thankful that Lucius held his arm to block him from reaching us. If anything, it caused Father to pause and just stare at me, his chest heaving as I continued to sob and let myself be lost in Adan’s touch while Patrea continued her chant. "Lucy… Sto
Lovelies, the long wait is over. BEYOND THE DARKNESS: The Alpha's Little Witch - the third installment of the INTO THE DARKNESS SAGA is finally live on this app! Synopsis: Five years after the death of his fated mate, Alpha Blade found himself lost in the abyss of life. He had abandoned his pack and chose to lead a mercenary life to avenge the death of Soledad. But even after justice was served, he felt empty, and the need to take more lives had become his way of life.With too much blood in his hands, he became ruthless and cold-hearted, with no direction, no goal, and no will to survive—until destiny decided to play a cruel joke on him and gave him a light witch for a second-chance mate. Confused and not wanting to betray the memory of his first mate, Blade fought against the new bond the Goddess gave him, only to find himself being drawn more to the young witch who was slowly lighting up the darkness surrounding him. But when lies, betrayals, and secrets come to light, will
3 MONTHS AFTER PART 1 Epilogue PATREA. “Don’t you fucking dare to cut my skin!” I screamed as another contraction hit my body. I could only count the number of times I swore, but today had been exceptional. I couldn’t stop myself from throwing curses and bad words at my king. I was in labor, and the baby was ready to come out. Lucius was the only one with me since demon childbirth was never a problem. Demons could even give birth on their own. Maybe we were so relaxed that we forgot that I was still part human and witch. “I have to take it out. I’ll cut and heal it back!” Lucius explained in a loud voice. “I don’t fucking like seeing you whimper like that!” “NO! No! No! I want to feel my child coming out of my pussy!” “Patrea!” He hissed, his forehead was sweaty, and I could feel the whole chamber getting too warm. “Get out!! I glared at him. But I didn’t mean it. I was just in too much pain, and his worried expression was not helping at all. “No fucking way that I will l
Five years after.LUCIUS. Patrea was sitting on the low boulder while watching Luther, and I do our training for today. Lucija and Stone would take Luther here in the underworld from time to time so we could spend time with him and let him familiarize himself with the demons.For the longest time, they were taking Luther here and would sometimes leave him with us for a few hours just because they wanted to have time alone.But I knew there was more to it than that. They wanted us to experience having a child.After five years, Patrea and I were still not given any. I was slowly coming to terms with it, but that didn’t mean I was losing hope. I never stopped wishing for a child every time I fucked my queen, but I had stopped telling her I was doing it.Patrea and I never talked about it anymore. I could still feel sadness in her from time to time, but it didn’t make me feel less loved by her, and I was returning the love she was giving me tenfold more.We would always be great kings a
PATREA. Five nights ago, I told Lucius I was ready to take our relationship to the next level. I was ready to have a baby with him. A demon pregnancy could be detected a few hours after mating. But five days later, there was still nothing. I stared blankly at the mirror inside the bathroom that Lucius had custom-made for me. I felt empty. I felt useless. I knew Guinevere wasn’t lying when she reversed the spell I did on my body, and I was sure Lucius could get any female pregnant if he didn’t stop himself from producing one. So it must be me. Maybe my actual human age has something to do with this. I was not getting older in physical form, but perhaps I was past the stage of childbearing. And it hurts. It hurt more now than it did the first time when I thought I could not give him an heir because, this time, I expected it to be possible. Lucius seemed to not mind, but he might just be good at hiding it. Because it was the same thing I was showing him, but deep inside, I was
PATREA. “Follow me.” His voice came out so deep and hoarsely that I didn’t even have second thoughts and just followed him. “Is this the right area?” He asked as he stopped in the archive section at row number 35. “Yes.” “Now, what do we need to do with all these books?” “Place them back. The books are in alphabetical order, so they should be placed in their right spot.” I was not done talking yet when seven books rose in the air and went to their exact place. My eyebrows rose as I stepped back until I was out of the aisle. I checked if anyone was nearby, but then the archive section was at the far end of the entrance, and usually, only scholars or those doing special studies go to this spot, so it was safe to say no one saw that. I walked back and stopped a few feet away from him, watching as he laid the rest of the books on the wooden stool ladder. “You need to put them back as well,” I told him. “We will put the rest aside once we’re done with the reason we came here.” H
PATREA. After my coronation as Queen of two Underworld kingdoms, our lives returned to normal. So far, it had been so peaceful and perfect that I felt something terrible would happen. But Lucius eased my worry by telling me that the underworld was only chaotic if the kingdoms were not on good terms. As far as he knew, everyone was minding their own business, and the regular souls would just come and plunge themselves into hell. So I tried not to mind it and just lived the best days of my life with him. Today we decided to cross into the human realm and visit an old friend, or, should I say, an annoying neighbor. I missed normality, so here we were, driving the car into the house I used to share with Althea. I would take personal items and return the key to the house owner. And after that, we would go to the library so I could file my irrevocable resignation letter. As much as I could forget all about it, I made friends in the library, and I didn’t want them to keep thinking abo
LUCIUS. “Hades…” Luther just said his first word. It was a bit gurgled, but I could fully understand it. ‘The fuck! I spent fucking days teaching him to say ‘dad,’ and I kept bribing him with sweets and fire, just for him to end up saying Hades’ name first?’ Stone cursed in my head. His jaw tightened, and I knew he was stopping himself from growling. ‘Be thankful it’s Hades. You’ll be more pissed off if his first word is Lucius.’ I chuckled. ‘Just accept that your son is more of a demon than a wolf.’ He didn’t say anything, but he knew I was telling the truth. Hades walked toward us and handed Luther to Lucija before he faced Patrea and me. “King Hades, it is an honor to have you at our banquet today,” Patrea stated as she tipped her down before looking at him again. “It would be a disappointment if I missed it. I never had a queen for my kings for many centuries now, so it is rightful that I appeared here.” He replied before he extended his hand to Patrea. “Come here, Que
LUCIUS. My eyes roamed around the vast banquet that was prepared for the formal rise of the King and Queen of Kalmerus and Athwart. I was glad that I didn’t hold a feast for me so that I was able to share this coronation with Patrea. The big hall was already filled with guests from the other two kingdoms of the Underworld: the Kings and their offspring. Some of my siblings and my own spawn had arrived. They had yet to meet Patrea. Celebrations like this were usually done in demon forms, but since Patrea was only half demon, I requested everyone to present themselves in their human form, and it seemed that no one was objecting as everyone came in presentable clothes. Also, from what I heard, even the kings were eager to see my queen, probably because the Underworld had never had a queen in a long time, even centuries before me. A smug smirk tugged on my mouth at the sight of Lucija and Stone. They took Luther with them, and even though he was just a few months old, his aura was st
PATREA. Weeks passed, and I was still reeling from the feeling of being Lucius’ queen and the queen of two kingdoms. Today is one of those days where I had to fulfill a duty for our demons. “Open your palms and let your hand feed on their souls,” Lucius instructed me as we stared at the pit of fire, where I could hear souls full of anguish and pain. I swallowed hard, but I couldn’t raise my hand. I was slowly accepting the ways of the underworld, but my heart was shattering at the cries I could hear at the moment. “In time, your heart will harden. The souls you hear are undeserving of your pity, whether they are judged or not in the realms they belong to. If their souls went straight to the pits of hell, it only means that they were meant to be here. They were irredeemable and had never regretted their actions. We do not throw away souls that were sincerely regretful of their misdeeds before they died. That’s why the veils of realms exist. In there, they were given time to redeem