Isabella's Point Of ViewI awaken in a strange room. The decor looked eerily familiar, it was a small and simple room, with pink and white paintings on the wall. My eyes reached the little fireplace, that's when I discovered where I was.'This is my room!' I thought to myself.This is my room when I was a little girl, at the Black Rose coven. What the hell was I doing here?I look at the door which was pushed open, allowing in Diego. It was Diego but was a bit different from what I had in my memory of him. For example his white frost hair was gone and replaced with a brown color he had as a kid and he wasn't putting on his usual dark clothes like I had remembered of him, he was wearing bright colors."What the hell Isabella Rosa Santacruz? Are you fucking kidding me right now? Everyone is waiting for you downstairs and you are lying in bed…" he uttered. I quickly got out of bed, stepping closer to him."What happened to your hair?" I ask, attempting to touch his hair, he moves out of
Isabella's Point Of View."Come back to me, Isabella," I heard a familiar voice plead, echoing through my mind as I sat amidst my family and coven, about to embark on a ritual that would link my powers with theirs. My brows furrowed, and a perplexed frown tugged at the corners of my lips."Mom, did you hear that?" I asked, turning to my mom."I heard someone calling my name," I pressed, my gaze darting from one coven member to the next. "It sounded urgent, almost desperate. Are you sure you didn't hear anything?""Hear what dear?" My mother responded with a face stiff smile and an uneasy silence fell over the room. She exchanged a knowing glance with my father, and I felt a chill slither down my spine."You need to fight this Isabella! You are stronger than this Darkness." The familiar voice said again. The desperation in the voice, as if the speaker were fighting for my very survival, stoked a deep-seated sense of unease within me. A throbbing ache began to pulse in my chest, a tende
Epilogue Third person point of viewSylvester's urgent calls sliced through the silent halls of the Volkari vampire coven's palace like the swish of a blade through the air. With each step, he could feel the weight of the news he carried growing heavier, this news was very huge and unsettling to their plans. Sylvester knew for sure that his master, the vampire king, would not be pleased with this, and that made a knot of anxiety in his chest. The towering doors to the throne room quivered and groaned under the force of his push, announcing his presence with a thunderous echo that reverberated through the vast expanse of the chamber. "Sire! Sire! Sire!" Sylvester called, his eyes wide with urgency and fear.He stopped in front of Konstantine, his master and King of the vampires, sinking into a low, groveling bow that communicated the gravity of the situation.Konstantine remained unmoved where he sat on his throne, his black robes billowing around him like the wings of a raven. He fi
Chapter 1*"I GOT THE DRINKS!"I heard Iris scream loudly trying to surpass the loud sound of the music's uproar that was hell bent on blowing out my eardrums tonight. "About time. Why did you take so long!" I tried my best to scream right back at her, taking one of the red plastic cups from her hands. It was my first night here at Tropical Thunder, the biggest and busiest nightclub in Bournville, basically, everyone from our college went here including a bunch of hormonal high school teenagers with fake IDs who just wanted to prove to their peers that they were bad enough. Complete idiots wasting their time trying to prove their self-worth to other people who couldn't even care less. Trying to live up to others' standards just sounded stupid to me, like why don't you just be you? "I met a guy" Iris giggled bobbing her head side to side dancing to the rhythm of the music. A guy she said? This was just typical of Iris. She literally changed guys every single week but what could I do
Chapter 2*Mate!*Dimitri point of view IT WAS JUST YESTERDAY THAT I got a whiff of her scent at tropical thunder. Yes, after all this time I finally felt her, my so-called mate. But for her own sake I really wish I hadn't.'Mate!' Luca my wolf has practically been singing that exact word in my head ever since yesterday, it was agonizingly painful to bear. I guess he was jumping with joy at the thought of finally meeting his so-called mate but I wasn't, and honestly meeting someone chosen for me by the moon goddess wasn't exactly thrilling to me, it sounds too cliche if you asked me. There was still a lot of things needed to be done, and she smelt like a human what the hell could she possibly do to help me or the pack, I don't care what Celeste or her damn prophecies had said, but a human mate was useless to me and even more to the entire pack, if anything she would only stand in my way.My name is Dimitri Axel Castellan and just to pique your curiosity I'm not your regular werewolf,
*The lookalike*"But when you look in his eyesDo you think of mine?And when you look at that smileDo I cross your mind?I know in your headYou see me instead'Cause he looks a lot like I did back thenBaby don't lieHe's just a lookalike" Conan gray ~lookalike IT WAS JUST ELEVEN pm now. Its been exactly three hours since Iris was picked up by that faggot Landon for the party I blew off. Somehow a tiny part of me wondered how the party went as I buried my nose into my English essay assignment that was due tomorrow, lord knows I was tired as fuck. My phone buzzed from beside me. It was a call from Iris's cell phone. In an expeditious motion I picked it up. "Hey. What's up Iris?" I said thanks for the little bit of distraction I could get from studying. "Hey Belle" her tone sounded a bit distracted and weirder than usual but apart from that she sounded like your typical hyper Iris. "I kinda need your help" she giggled a bit. Was Iris calling me drunk right now? Oh god she always
Dimitri point of viewTHE NIGHT AIR WAS soothing, as I laid my back on the window frame of my black Rolls Royce, underneath the moonlight. I let out a silencing hiss at the creatures that chirped all around the dark forest. Poor things fell silent, even they feared me. Chugging hard on my bottle, loving the burning feeling it left on my throat. I had already emptied an entire bottle of Bourbon and I was on my way to ending the second one. But sadly one of the perks of being an immortal lycan werewolf was that I couldn't get drunk no matter how hard I tried. Goddess only knew how bad I wanted to be drunk right now. I stared at the gigantic moon that hung above me, as it radiated with pure energy and power. The moon goddess must probably be having a good laugh right now at my pathetic situation, just today she had made sure I and my so-called human mate cross paths. Couldn't she for once stay out of this. Why?! Why did she have to show up... now? Her appearance only spelt danger to the
Isabella point of view"ISABELLA! YOU HAVE TO RUN away now!" I heard my mom scream as she burst open the wooden doors to my room. In an instant, I could discern the urgency in her voice. I have been awake in silence for some time now, hearing the ruckus and commotion that exuded from outside the four corners of my room walls. Screams and wails were erupting from the place I grew up to call my home. "Mom, what's going on?" I stood up in my little white silky pajamas, with my eyebrows knit in profound confusion. It was late at night and it was mind bogglingly odd to be awakened by the sounds of screams and cries."We are under attack!" she told me in haste, her eyes were closed and her soft blond hair was plaited in a sequence that went all the way to her waist. Although all I could hear was hushed mumblings, but it seemed like she was whispering some kind of spell to herself, I could notice the candles flames were burning higher. This made me all the more worried. What in the hell was
Epilogue Third person point of viewSylvester's urgent calls sliced through the silent halls of the Volkari vampire coven's palace like the swish of a blade through the air. With each step, he could feel the weight of the news he carried growing heavier, this news was very huge and unsettling to their plans. Sylvester knew for sure that his master, the vampire king, would not be pleased with this, and that made a knot of anxiety in his chest. The towering doors to the throne room quivered and groaned under the force of his push, announcing his presence with a thunderous echo that reverberated through the vast expanse of the chamber. "Sire! Sire! Sire!" Sylvester called, his eyes wide with urgency and fear.He stopped in front of Konstantine, his master and King of the vampires, sinking into a low, groveling bow that communicated the gravity of the situation.Konstantine remained unmoved where he sat on his throne, his black robes billowing around him like the wings of a raven. He fi
Isabella's Point Of View."Come back to me, Isabella," I heard a familiar voice plead, echoing through my mind as I sat amidst my family and coven, about to embark on a ritual that would link my powers with theirs. My brows furrowed, and a perplexed frown tugged at the corners of my lips."Mom, did you hear that?" I asked, turning to my mom."I heard someone calling my name," I pressed, my gaze darting from one coven member to the next. "It sounded urgent, almost desperate. Are you sure you didn't hear anything?""Hear what dear?" My mother responded with a face stiff smile and an uneasy silence fell over the room. She exchanged a knowing glance with my father, and I felt a chill slither down my spine."You need to fight this Isabella! You are stronger than this Darkness." The familiar voice said again. The desperation in the voice, as if the speaker were fighting for my very survival, stoked a deep-seated sense of unease within me. A throbbing ache began to pulse in my chest, a tende
Isabella's Point Of ViewI awaken in a strange room. The decor looked eerily familiar, it was a small and simple room, with pink and white paintings on the wall. My eyes reached the little fireplace, that's when I discovered where I was.'This is my room!' I thought to myself.This is my room when I was a little girl, at the Black Rose coven. What the hell was I doing here?I look at the door which was pushed open, allowing in Diego. It was Diego but was a bit different from what I had in my memory of him. For example his white frost hair was gone and replaced with a brown color he had as a kid and he wasn't putting on his usual dark clothes like I had remembered of him, he was wearing bright colors."What the hell Isabella Rosa Santacruz? Are you fucking kidding me right now? Everyone is waiting for you downstairs and you are lying in bed…" he uttered. I quickly got out of bed, stepping closer to him."What happened to your hair?" I ask, attempting to touch his hair, he moves out of
Isabella's Point Of ViewTHE NIGHT CAME rather too quickly, and I was all dressed in a beautiful dress for Dimitri's ascension ceremony. I stood in a crimson red dress that was picked out specially by Dimitri, and I must say he had a good taste. It was a flawless long gown, with a thigh high slit by the side. It clung nicely to my skin, accentuating my every curve and showing just the right amount of cleavage which I loved. I could tell Dimitri put a lot of thought into picking it.It was already time and the ascension ceremony had begun. Everything was already set in place, gentle bands played soft music, while the gathered guests mingled and chattered, everything was perfect.I could feel tingles dance on my skin, instantly I was enveloped by a warmth all around me.It was my mate.I felt his sweet and feathery kisses trail down my neck, as his arms circled tight around my waist, I bit on my lower lip, trying to fight back the moan that was threatening to escape from my lips."Blood
Isabella's Point Of ViewToday was going to be a good day!The sun radiated brightly and the weather was beautiful, everything was almost peaceful for once-- well almost. There was still a lot to be wary of, including the reoccurring dreams that had been haunting me whenever I closed my eyes. The visions of Dimitri getting killed by me wouldn't let me be, they kept intruding in my thoughts every now and then. No matter how hard I tried to forget about it, it lingered.Honestly I didn't know what to make about these visions or who to tell so I kept it to myself for now. It wasn't the right time to bring up something as insane as that, I knew I would never hurt my Dimitri, I loved him too much and would rather see myself get hurt. For now we had an event to plan.It has been three days since the Alphas came by to ask for Dimitri to ascend the command as Supreme king Alpha of the wolves. The pack was in a joyous mood as everyone was getting everything ready for the coronation ceremony th
Isabella's Point Of ViewWE ALL RETURNED back to the pack, welcomed with a feast to celebrate the pack's freedom from the curse that has held us down for decades. I personally was thankful that my friends were still alive. I was overjoyed when Dimitri had told me that they were all still alive; Stefanie, Kael, Gemini, Dixie… Iris. They were all fine and survived the Blackblood pack raid. Before I fell unconscious I had watched them all die before my eyes, but they were all fine, all of them healed and they had a lot to thank me for. I wasn't aware that I was powerful enough to cast a spell of that magnitude, a kind of magic performed on a wide scale like that was incredibly rare and almost impossible, but I did it.There was still a lot about being the chosen one that I needed to fully learn about. I needed to know everything about being the moon goddess chosen one. I needed to be aware about all the things I was capable of doing as the Gifted one. I had to test the limits to the po
Isabella's point of viewDIMITRI'S THUNDEROUS GROWL shook the earth, bloodlust weighing heavily in his eyes sending fear into the heart of our enemies around.Rafael looked ahead, his eyes gnawing at the fearsome sight before him. His face turned ghost pale. He was right to be afraid, anyone who valued his very own life would. Dimitri didn't seem like his usual self, he seemed out of control, bloodthirsty... unhinged, and an unhinged Dimitri wasn't one you would wish to trifle with. I knew Dimitri always struggled to keep his bloodthirst under control but now he was embracing it.Aside from the murderous desire in his eyes, he was shifted in between his lycan form and human form, it was like he only gave partial control to his wolf which was even much scarier because he was in complete control of the chaos he brought.Dimitri glared at Rafael who currently had his filthy hands on me. Dimitri vibrated as his eyes were fixed on where Rafael's hands were touching. There was only one thou
Isabella's Point Of ViewI WAS STUCK PACING around in my room for what felt like an eternity. I was incredibly anxious because the Blood Moon was tonight, I could feel its growing power all around, this could be felt by every witch, giving them unthinkable powers. I could feel the power but I couldn't harness it because my magic was binded by the runes on my wrist.I needed to get to Dimitri, if we don't break the curse tonight then everyone in the Blood Moon pack dies. Gabe, Lance, Gemini, Iris and Dimitri. Everyone I cared about will be engulfed by flames and reduced to ash. I'm sure the curse magic has already begun to take effect. Some of the pack will be sick and won't be able to shift, this curse needs to be broken tonight.I felt frustrated.My only hope was in the words of a demon which doesn't really mean much since they are natural deceitful tricksters but I had no other option here. I needed to put all my hopes in Memphis and him delivering my message.Ugh! This was incredi
Dimitri's Point Of ViewMY GROWLS VIBRATED through the earth crust as I tore through another wolf from the Nok pack, splitting him into two equal halves. I was covered from head to toe in blood, standing in a puddle of the blood of wolves working with Rafael. I was going berserker without my mate, I needed to get her back or I swear I was going to fucking kill everyone breathing.It's been only two days since my mate was taken, but for me it feels like an eternity being without my mate, every second without her felt like torture to my mind. Not knowing what that bastard was doing to her at this very moment kept me furibund. Saying I was going crazy was merely an understatement to describe what was happening to me. I was out of my darn mind without the little witch.I knew that swine Rafael, he was capable of a lot of despicable things, and knowing fully well what he was capable of made me even more uneasy, I would die if he laid his disgusting fingers on my little witch.I have tried