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Chapter 97
Jane DoeIn This Chapter: Azrael: God of the Wolves. Draco: God of the Lycans. Orion: God of the Mages.
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Curse of the Wolves Chapter 98
Blakely Sitting down at the desk stationed at the far end of the suite, Orion closed the book in front of him with a sigh. “Both beasts came into existence along with the universe. It doesn’t particularly say how that’s possible, only that it is. Apparently, they exist in every realm, in every galaxy. They’re infinite.” “Which means we’re infinitely fucked.” Azrael chimed in, his head hanging off the end of the chaise lounge. The long strands of his ebony hair trailed along the floor, moving subtly as he watched Draco pace. I set my own book down and turned to lay on my side. “Thank you for those encouraging words.” “Any time, little wolf. According to one of those musty books, I can’t remember which one, all of humanity came into existence from the black beast. It creates, while it’s counterpart, the pale one, corrupts and destroys.” Orion pinched the bridge of his nose, “Most of this information seems rooted in legend. We’ll have to keep digging. I haven’t found any record of th
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Orion I should have known something was up the moment Azrael and poison went silent. Now that I’d realized the error of my ways in pushing Blakely aside, I could see clearly how well she fit us. She was able to juggle Azrael’s chaos, Draco’s need to protect, and my somewhat capricious nature, with an ease that felt natural. She truly had been made for us. Whether she was a gift from Lunette herself, or a miracle created by pure happenstance, I was more grateful than I’d ever been to have earned her forgiveness. Or, at least, a portion of it. Enough for her to have gifted me the most precious thing of all: her mark. I thought I’d known desire. Genevieve had piqued my interest well enough, but it was nothing compared to this burning, all-consuming thing now writhing within my chest. A simple whiff of her scent or the feel of her eyes grazing my skin was likely to set me aflame. It wasn’t until last night, having her draped across my chest, snoring softly without a care in the world
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Blakely After spending most of the day tangled up in my mates, I was more motivated than ever to return to our realm and end things once and for all. Did we have a concrete plan? No, but we’d gotten this far without one. Maybe we were blessed. Maybe it was Lunette using what crumbs of magic remained to aid us. Maybe we were just riding out a good-luck streak that was bound to end. All I knew was that I wanted this. I wanted the three of them more than I’d ever wanted anything, and I knew what it was to want. My entire life all I’d wanted was to live, to grow, to experience things without the curse looming over my head. My mates were just that. They were life. They were adventure. So, after a hot bath to ease the soreness between my legs, we set back to work. As before, most of it was fruitless. There were too many legends to sort through what might have once been real. “We can’t waste anymore time here.” I said, albeit reluctantly. “Not with the phoenix tailing my family, and
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Blakely The Chasm was an island devoid of life, surrounded by a fog so dense one could feel it slipping through their fingers. Mountains of black rock jutted up from the earth like rotten teeth. Steam—no, smoke—billowed from their peaks. With how desolate and depressing the place was, one might’ve assumed that the God of the Chasm was…unbecoming. Of course, that wasn’t the case at all. He melted from the side of the mountain, appearing from in between a set of rocky bluffs. A billowing cape hung from his shoulders, gliding along the ground. At first, his skin had taken on the same dark, rough texture as his surroundings. Only when he stepped away, following a wide crack in the earth, did his skin begin to pale. Azrael met him halfway with Rosalind’s necklace clutched firm in hand. Orion and Draco stood on either side of me, arms crossed rather threateningly. Aides surveyed the two of them, lifted a single dark eyebrow, then began speaking to Azrael. I stiffened beside my mates,
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Blakely “Enough.” Orion snarled in my ear, pinning me tight to his chest. “I’ve got you, poison. Stop fighting me.” The sound of his voice washed away the fear. I melted against him, my heart slamming in my chest so hard I knew he could feel it. Unfortunately, I wasn’t the only one who heard Orion’s voice. The prisoner’s started up again, whipped into a sort of frenzy. “God spawn…” One snarled, it’s voice crackling like blood lodged in a windpipe. Another tittered, it’s laugh reminding me of the sounds an animal might make as it died. “Mage God, Mage God…” It sang. We pushed forward, fighting past the screams and whispers of truths most terrible. Even as the sound faded in the distance, the unease remained. Time turned to liquid, then a solid, then a liquid again the further we delved into the mountain. It was impossible to judge how long we’d been traveling. Eventually, we heard something. It wasn’t the hiss or whisper of prisoner’s deep within the earth. It was a strange s
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Blakely “Are you sure you’re able to walk?” Azrael asked, hovering over my shoulder. Of course, the other two were there as well. They’d stuck abnormally close since I was yanked from the river. It was understandable, but a girl needed room to breathe. Especially with a cranky wolf shouting in her head. ‘Cranky? Really? I do have a name, you know.’ She huffed, ‘Honestly, do you have any idea what it’s like being reduced to your base instincts? No, you wouldn’t, because you’re feral all the time.’ I held out a hand to stop Orion from scooping me up. “I’m fine. My wolf is having a moment. She expected us to be more excited.” Draco’s lips lifted. In the dim firelight, his hair glowed like spider silk. “I and my beast are very excited to meet her. Has she told you her name?” ‘And that ladies and Gods is why the big one is my favorite.’ “You’re her favorite, apparently.” I said, fighting a smirk as Draco and Azrael made identical sounds of offense. Turning inward, I addressed my wol
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Blakely “I’m with Orion on this one,” I said, “We need to know the last verse of the prophecy. Now that we’re all one big, mated family it should be complete.” Draco grimaced, his pale eyes flicking towards the ocean. It’s waves lapped at the rocky shore slowly, lazily. “Solana will be looking for you—for all of us. We have to assume she now knows your bloodline holds Lunette’s magic. She is going to want to take it from you by any means necessary.” “I for one am not afraid of Solana.” Azrael snorted, his easygoing demeanor melting into something troublesome and unhinged. “She betrayed us. She betrayed Lunette. I’m actually looking forward to running into her again.” The thought of any of them facing off against Solana had my stomach twisting into knots. Slightly nauseous, I leaned against Orion and shook my head. “The monster—creature—thing back there said you three wouldn’t win against her. It said you’re not her equals, but Lunette is. We need to find her now more than ever. If
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Blakely The back door swung open without so much as a creak. Inside, the scent of charred flesh, now stale from our time away, hung in the air. As Orion had said, the phoenix flame hadn’t touched the house or furniture. No, it only cared for the living. I stared down at two—no, three—piles of ash. One of them had a few teeth sticking out. ‘That’s disgusting.’ Aris sneered. We’d just stepped into the main hall when Orion’s voice slipped into my thoughts. ‘The enchantment I put on the place is still intact. If there’s anyone in here, they won’t be able to leave.’ I was once again caged between my mates as we wandered throughout the house, checking rooms and closets to ensure there weren’t anymore assassin’s lurking in the shadows. By the time we made it to Orion’s study thin beams of sunlight were spilling through the windows. In the center of the room, perched atop an old pedestal, sat the very book that held the prophecy of Lunette’s disappearance. Azrael strolled over and snatc
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