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Chapter 68
Jane DoeIn This Chapter: Azrael: God of the Wolves. Orion: God of the Mages. Draco: God of the Lycans.
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Blakely As the carriage rolled down the winding cobblestone streets of Bargainer’s Bay, I found myself brushing back the silken curtains lining the window to my left to peer out at the sprawling city in the midst of an ethereal dusk. Darkness lingered around every corner, growing deeper with each passing moment the sun continued it’s course across the sky. With each bump, my behind dug into the padded bench seat, drawing my attention to the acute soreness between my legs. As though he knew where my thoughts had strayed, Draco’s eyes darkened. The massive Lycan God sat across from his brother’s and I, taking up the entire bench on the far end of the carriage. Try as I might, I couldn’t help but trail my gaze over every inch of him, my body clenching and unclenching. Each Wolf God was dressed to the nines. Silken undershirts, each a different hue plucked straight from the night sky, overlaid with velvet jackets etched in sparkling silver. Azrael’s was a violet that bordered on maro
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Blakely The ballroom shone in an array of colors, each one a blur as we entered at the top of a grand staircase overlooking the crowd of gawking patrons. Orbs of faelight hung suspended in the air, swirling around the room without rhyme or reason. One-by-one our names were called, followed by the titles belonging to each deity. I couldn’t help but notice as they approached the stairs, they were handed their own individual envelopes, sealed with an oval of crimson wax, along with a mask. I’d thought it was odd that Casimir and Drefan would host a masquerade, but prohibit the guests from bringing their own masks. As it became our turn, I finally saw the method behind their madness. Not only did the masks they handed us match our attire, but each one was embellished with details that seemed tailored to who we were. Azrael’s had wolves leaping along the silver material, howling at a moon just out of sight. Draco’s was similar, though his wolves were larger, interwoven with wisps of da
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Draco One look at the tiny goddess and I could tell she knew that someone—a soon to be dead someone—was after her. I stepped closer to her side, watching from the corner of my eye as Az and Orion vanished into the crowd, off to complete their respective tasks. Fucking Casimir and Drefan. Of course they’d turn a night of celebration into a dangerous quest. We were fools for thinking they’d tell us where their mother’s library was without jumping through hurdles in return. With their collective magic woven into the air and into the very papers clutched in our hands, I had to choose my words carefully. Placing a finger beneath her delicate chin, I turned Blakely’s face to meet my calm stare. “I will keep you safe.” I promised her, praying to Lunette she’d understand. Her smile was soft, and so blindingly beautiful that I had to blink to clear my mind of her influence. “I know, big guy.” As much as I hated putting distance between us, I had to if I were going to complete my task. P
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Azrael Turning away from Blakely, allowing her to walk into the mouth of the beast with only Draco as back-up, was harder than the year I spent in that dark, dank cavern being tortured half to death. And being tortured royally sucked. Every muscle in my body was coiled, tense beneath the suffocating silken shirt I had on. The beast prowling beneath my flesh stretched, it’s hackles raising as it fought the urge to protect our mate. Despite what I wanted—what we both wanted—we had a task to complete. Swiping a goblet off a passing tray, carried by a fire sprite, I brought it to my lips and winked at the tiny, flaming being. It glided away, releasing a giggle that sounded like crackling embers. Downing the contents in one gulp, I skimmed my tongue across my teeth and peered down at the paper fisted in my hand. It read: “God of Wolves, there is something you must do. An item to recover, a stone so bright and blue. Be swift, be careful, tread light on your feet. For your target i
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Orion I wiped my mind of all things poison—or at least, I tried to—as I turned and waltzed across the ballroom in search of my target. Fuck, why did she have to look the way she did? Countless Gods and Goddesses here, all of them ancient and ethereal, and she somehow managed to surpass them all. Just looking at her gave me the urge to blink, as though I were staring into pure moonlight. Never in all my years had I been so conflicted. Poison—Blakely—was my mate. I could feel the truth of that statement reverberating in my chest. Mine, mine, mine, my wolf snarled. Only, she wasn’t ours. I’d ruined things between us. Monumentally fucked up what could’ve been. On one hand, I wanted her. I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anything. More than I’d craved the freedom of having my curse broken. On the other, I knew I didn’t deserve her. Besides, what did I have to offer? Who in their right mind would want the broken, jagged pieces of a pessimistic God’s heart? What could I give someo
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Blakely Oh Gods. All I could think about as I raced across the ballroom, towards the glittering doors that were my only salvation, was the fact that I’d intentionally slammed into a Goddess. Not just any Goddess, though. No, the fucking Goddess of arachnids. Did I mention I hated spiders? Fuck. A shudder rolled down my spine at the sound of Aranea’s voice, her shrill screech as she scrambled back from the clumsy mortal that dared plow her down. “You wretched girl! Do not run away from me!” Like I was going to stay and chat? Hah, no thanks! My hands were so clammy that they slipped off the curved handle as I yanked the door open. I couldn’t wait for Draco to catch up, not when I had an angry Goddess wailing at my back. I clenched the small object I’d fished from her glass in my hand, not daring to open it until the castle doors clicked shut behind me. Releasing a sigh that was short-lived when I realized I was utterly alone, I unfurled my fingers and frowned. It
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Blakely “You may ask us one question each,” The first twin grinned, rocking back on his heels. The second snickered, “Best of luck.” I chewed the inside of my cheek. There were several ways I could go about this, but what if I were wrong? Worst case scenario, I had a fifty-fifty chance of getting it right, but did I really want to risk my life on a guess? “What if I don’t want to choose? Uh, wait. Actually, don’t answer that. That’s not one of my two questions.” Smooth, Blakely. Real smooth. Both twin’s shared a look of utter confusion, as though I were an idiot for asking such a thing. Following through on a hunch, I turned around. Sure enough, the door I’d entered through had vanished. Well, at least the murderous woman chasing me down couldn’t get in. Either way, I was left with no other choice but to play along. Tapping my foot, I silently juggled all the questions I could ask them. Could it be as simple as asking which door was safe? No, that wouldn’t work. Emmett, God of
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Orion “Let me in, Orion. Let. Me. In.” Upon hearing the voice in the flames whisper my name. Upon seeing it control the shadows, willing them to coalesce into a human form, I did the only reasonable thing. I ran. It wasn’t my finest moment, but I’d be lying if I said it’s voice didn’t strike fear into my very heart. Years and years the truth of what I’d done to my brother devoured me, tormented me just as this terrible voice had. The halls of the tunnel twisted and turned, branching off into thick darkness before plunging me back into the crackling light of the fiery torches. All the while I could hear that voice whispering, as though it were hovering over my shoulder. It sang my name. Sang the names of my brothers, and even poison herself. Minutes ticked by as I ran. I slowed, scanning the arched tunnel for any sign of writhing shadows. Choosing a patch of crumbling wall, I pushed my magic into the brick, willing it to fall beneath my hand. The castle seemed to reach back in r
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