"Destiny is not a matter of chance, but of choice; it is not a thing to be waited for, but a thing to be achieved." - William Jennings Bryan
~~~~~~~In a secluded corner of the bustling city, under the dim glow of a street lamp, Stella stood confused about where she was supposed to go, not after she was chased away from her family mansion. She was always the outcast in her family, and friends, not like she had any anyway, never quite fitting in with her peers in class for reasons she didn't know. It was not once that she had heard that it was all because of her skin color, they called her an alien because her skin was paler than normal.As she walked along the deserted alley, lost in her thoughts, she stumbled upon a figure slumped against the wall, and since it was so dark, Stella had to use her flashlight.She took note of a pale haggard-looking young man, his face was so calm that one might mistaken that he was not in any pain at all.The scene before her was horrible, the young man was sitting in a pool of blood, and an angry, crimson river flowing from the several wounds that scattered all over his body, there was the smell of iron that filled the air.The young man seemed so weak, he was only struggling to keep himself awake. The sight of shattered bone protruding through torn skin added to the horror before Stella. With each breath that he took, there was clear evidence of how much agony he was in.It was Lucian, the famed mafia king, injured and shrouded in an aura of bitterness. He was known for his arrogance and rudeness. Stella's heart skipped a beat as she approached him, her instincts urging her to help him, she was not the social media kind of a person so obviously she didn't know who exactly he was.At a clearer glance, Stella could see that the wounds were a result of gunshots, in addition to that there was a big bite mark on his tummy, at the left side. It was as if he had been bitten by a wild animal, but it only surprised Stella more because there were no forests around."Hey, are you okay?" Stella asked softly as she scrutinized his wounds, her voice barely audible, it was more of a whisper.Lucian glanced up, his expression a mix of surprise and annoyance."What do you care, just leave me alone " he snapped, his tone sharp and dismissive, indirectly asking her to mind her own business.Stella felt annoyed with the guy's tone, he was injured yet he was acting all mighty to her, she hated his guts.Stella would have wished to leave him, even if he were to die that would be none of her business, but thinking of the guilt that she would feel all her life thinking that she had left a helpless dying man on the streets all alone to die she was not sure whether she would ever forgive herself on that, she was not that kind of a person at all.Stella persisted, her empathy overriding her ego, with gentle insistence, she offered him her right hand, ignoring his rudeness."Hey look here, am just trying to help, and please don't use that tone with me, I have a lot to think about, or do you think the world revolves around you, don't make me force you up, I beg you," Stella spoke up trying all her best to maintain her composure, but still annoyance evident in her voice, she just could not take his rude outburst to herself."Everyone deserves kindness, even when they don't deserve or ask for it," she had thought to herself, after all all her life until now it was only because of empathy from a stranger who had brought her up.Lucian reluctantly accepted her help but was more shocked by the way she had reprimanded him, he was not used to being reprimanded or having a voice raised to by anyone, let alone just a mere young girl whom he could have crashed at the snap of his finger.A flicker of something unfamiliar crossed his face — gratitude admiration, and a hidden passion that faintly glowed in his eyes but disappeared immediately as it had appeared.In that particular moment, destiny seemed to weave its threads around them, binding their fates together in an unexpected twist of fortune, which sure enough tangled with their past, present, and the future.Stella slowly guided him to the main road, she was sure by then they would find at least a cab to take them home so that she may attend to his wounds, not her family home at such because she had just been driven from her home by her aunt and cousin.There was only one place in her mind that hundred and one percent passed as home to her, no matter where she was to stay, and that was her grandmother's house! She was not her biological grandmother, she was only a good Samaritan who had empathy for her, she had picked her from the edge of the forest when she was just one month and two weeks old, that is what she had told her. As for how Stella had got there she didn't have any recollection of it at all, not even of her parents.Sure enough, they were lucky to get a late-night cab, Stella had a little coins that she had left from the monthly allowance that she was always given by her uncle, other than that she didn't have anything that she could call hers not even a changing pair of clothes, everything that she had had been taken away from her by her cousin and aunt."You are nothing but a poor beggar who should die on the streets begging, you don't deserve to be here at all!" These painful words still lingered in the corners of her heart, they were the same words that her aunt had said to her before chasing her away from the mansion.The driver packed the car at a dark alley on the outskirts of the city, in the suburb area and since the condition of the road was too bad for the car to go ahead due to the numerous potholes on the road, the driver left them at a distance of around a hundred meters from her grandmother's house.At the moment Lucian was already nearly unconscious because of the large quantities of blood that he had lost, Stella applauded him in her mind, she thought he was really strong to have stayed awake up to the moment, normally with his injuries and the amount of blood that he had lost he was supposed to have been unconscious or even dead before she had met him.Stella was still wondering how she was supposed to manage to carry the wounded guy all by herself to the house but that's until she heard a very familiar voice from behind her in the dark, she could never forget that voice, it was still the same only that it had grown a little husky and manly."Steh! What are you doing here, and who is this injured guy?" Morgan called Stella by her nickname, his voice sounded troubled immediately he saw the stained blood all over the guy's body, he had been phobic to blood ever since he was young, he didn't know the reason because there was never a time that he had seen such wounds his whole life anyway."Help me carry him in first, before asking me these stupid questions you fool, he might die here!" Stella spoke smacking her younger brother's head making him yelp in pain. Even though they had just been separated for eight years, to them everything was still the same, it felt as if they had never been separated at all.Just as the old lady ushered them into the house, she didn't act surprised or horrified at all when she saw Stella with a wounded guy, instead there was pity and an unfathomable expression on her face, a blue glint radiated in her eyes which disappeared immediately, no one had taken note of it."Finally!"Grandma Rosie murmured as her eyes watered at the corners before she followed them inside.It may sound surprising as to why Stella had not taken the wounded guy to the hospital,she knew even if she were to take him to the hospital she would not be able to afford the medical expenses and he might die before being attended to, another thing is she was sure she could combine her science knowledge of medicine, after all she was a medical student and to add with her grandmother's ancient treatment she was so sure they could save his life.Grandmother Elizabeth all the while hadn't spoken a single word to her that she thought maybe the old lady had really forgotten her, her face had no any evidence of excitement at all,instead she maintained a straight expressionless face which really saddened her.Grandma Elizabeth gestured them to take Lucian through a sliding door on the wall to the inner room, one which both Stella and Morgan didn't know of it's existence until then, she led them in until they found a stone platform resembling an altar in the middle of the room, where she ges
It was around ten in the morning when Stella and Morgan finally woke up,they didn't have any recollection of how they had slept last night, the only thing that they could remember of was their grandmother's last words before everything had gone dark in their mind. "Stella, I know both you and Morgan have a lot of questions to ask me, but unfortunately I don't have anymore time left to answer any of your questions, but I would leave you several books where you would get the answers from, as for now take care of yourselves, and remember you should always put on the pendant, never even for once should you ever remove it,no matter what!"Thinking about it, they immediately swung into action in order to find their beloved grandmother so that she may explain to them what exactly had happened, and what she meant when she said those words, they hoped that whatever she meant when she said she didn't have any more time was not what they were thinking of. It only shocked the two grandkids to fi
Stella and Morgan stood by Lucian's bedside, they had had him transferred from their grandma's secret room to one of the guest rooms. Their gazes were unwavering as they monitored every flicker of his unconscious state. Lucian lay motionless, his vital organs stable but his consciousness was yet to return. It was already a week since his rescue and Grandma Elizabeth's disappearance. As the two watched over the patient they always created time to find their grandmother, but it was a shock to them when none of the neighbors could recall her at all, they were all clueless each time any of them was asked whether they had seen an old lady around, they didn't have a single recollection of her at all. As the hours passed by, Stella would meticulously check Lucian's vital signs, her trained medical instincts guiding her every move. Since there were no machines, she would improvise noting any fluctuations in his heart rate and oxygen levels. Morgan, equally dedicated, kept a close watch on L
Stella couldn't believe her luck when she received the call offering her the position of secretary at one of the city's most prestigious companies.A college dropout with dreams of changing her life, she eagerly accepted the job with excitement evident in her face.It came as a shock to her, with no experience in the job and no certificates at all she hadn't expected to land the job, but here she was, standing at the gate of the Royal Empire company, reassuring herself that all would be well.Not only was she offered the job, but her brother, Morgan too had received the call just as she had, offering him the job as the personal chauffeur for the boss, and since he was much more excited than Stella was, he had headed to the company as early as seven even when they had been told that they should be there as from eight."You are Stella, the new employee?" the receptionist asked immediately after Stella had keyed in her details earning an affirmation nod from her "Here, follow me," she
It began with a distant echo, a thunderous voice reverberating through the void, commanding him not to proceed. The words were indistinct yet carried an undeniable weight, as though the universe itself warned against what he was about to do. Amid this ominous cacophony, a faint, ethereal voice cut through the darkness. It was a lady's voice, delicate yet filled with an urgent plea. "Save yourself," she whispered, her words swirling around the young boy like a haunting melody. Each syllable resonated with desperation, tugging at his heartstrings with an otherworldly allure. The voices intensified, each with desperation. The thunderous voice grew louder, a booming crescendo that shook his very core. It spoke of consequences, of irreversible choices that would alter the course of existence itself. Yet, the lady's voice persisted a fragile thread of hope amidst the encroaching despair. The vision enveloped him in a shroud of darkness that seemed to seep into his very soul and began t
Lucian’s footsteps echoed through the empty corridors of the office, each step a measured cadence of irritation. He had been at the company for nearly a decade, but recently, the daily grind had begun to weigh heavily on him. The once-familiar hum of productivity now felt like a constant drone of inefficiency and frustration.He reached his desk, a fortress of cluttered paperwork and half-drunk coffee mugs. The disarray mirrored his mental state. With a sigh, he slumped into his chair, feeling the day’s tension in his shoulders. It was going to be one of those days.Stella, his assistant and personal unofficial coffee guru, was his next hope for a small respite. He picked up the phone and dialed her extension."Stella! I could really use a cup of coffee. Just the usual."As he hung up, he glanced at the clock. It was nearing eleven, and he’d already consumed three cups of coffee. His nerves were frayed, and his patience was wearing thin.A knock on his office door heralded her arrival
The massive, obsidian throne gleamed darkly under a vast canopy of jagged rocks, casting faint reflections across the dimly lit chamber of hell’s core. Lucifer sat with an air of grim majesty, his posture as rigid as the stone around him, every line of his form etched with fury and a thousand lifetimes of resentment. His crimson eyes burned with the intensity of volcanic embers, a smoldering hatred directed at memories that plagued him with every passing millennium.He could feel it. The tether that bound him to his son was alive once more, pulsating with a faint, yet unmistakable energy. It throbbed like a second heartbeat, rekindling emotions he’d thought long were dead. His son was reborn, somewhere beyond the thick shadows and infernal barriers of hell. A tremor of urgency surged through him. He was not the only one reborn. The girl, her very name forbidden to be spoken of in hell, was likely to have been reborn and searching for him too. The girl who had once torn his heart and
Lucian stared at his reflection in the mirror, hardly recognizing the man looking back. The sleepless nights and the guilt gnawing at him left him looking haggard, and worn. He had tried to forget what happened the previous day, the burst of anger, the way he’d lost control, and the split-second decision that had led him to hurl a mug of hot coffee toward Stella. Even now, the memory made him wince. He’d caught a glimpse of her face afterward, shock and silence. The guilt, sharper than any he’d felt in a long time, clung to him, tightening like a vise around his heart. Lucian wasn’t used to feeling guilty. But Stella’s face kept surfacing in his mind. He knew he couldn’t simply ignore it because, deep down it was torturing him. He couldn’t continue acting as though nothing had happened. And so, he resolved to make things right. When he arrived at the topmost floor of his office, he took a deep breath, his gaze to her top-to-floor glass-walled office, he saw her. Stella was at her d
Stella awoke to the soft glow of morning light filtering through the curtains, her head pounding. The events of the previous night returned with brutal clarity, the strangers, the truth of her lineage, and Xavier’s revelations of Lucian and Morgan's identity before everything turned black. She hoped all that was a bad dream, but it wasn’t. Now everything made sense in her mind, but she still had several doubts. Her grandmother was a witch! The reason why she had disappeared was because she had helped and interacted with a devil, Lucian!Stella's heart was heavy with grief for her grandmother, she had read the consequences of her grandma's action very well in the ancient prophecies, the book that she had left them. It was a life imprisonment in a dungeon full of poisonous insects and snakes. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes, and at that moment, she felt enormous hate for Lucian. A sharp knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. "Stella? Are you awake?" Layla’s smooth,
It was around five after she had taken a nap when Stella came down."Master said you should meet him in his study," a maid informed Stella when she asked for him. "Uncle Xavier?" she called hesitantly at the door of the study room. "Come in, Stella," came his deep, commanding voice. Stepping inside, Stella found herself enveloped in the same suffocating air she had felt the night of her accident, something unearthly only that it felt pure and harmless. To her shock, the room was filled with strangers, her uncle's friends who had welcomed her earlier on. A dozen figures sat on the sofa, their expressions filled with excitement and expectant gazes. Each exuded an aura of power, their very presence unsettling. Stella faltered, her voice shaking. "Who… who are all these people? What’s going on?" Xavier motioned for her to sit in the high-backed chair opposite him. "Come, Stella. There is much to discuss." Her legs carried her forward, though her mind screamed for her to run. She sa
Stella sat on the edge of the hospital bed, her hands folded neatly in her lap. Her hair, though slightly disheveled from the days spent in this sterile environment, framed her pale face. Today marked her discharge, and she was eager to leave behind these white walls.Morgan stood by the window, arms crossed as he surveyed the bustling hospital grounds below. He was ever the most overprotective sibling. The hired car was already waiting downstairs, and he'd triple-checked her prescriptions, ensuring everything was in order."You ready, Steh?" Liam asked, turning toward her. His voice was soft, but the concern etched in it was unmistakable.Stella offered him a small smile. " Very ready. Let’s get out of here before the doctors change their minds."Morgan chuckled and moved to grab her bag. "No one’s keeping you here anymore. Let’s go."As they exited the hospital doors, the crisp air greeted them, carrying with it the faint scent of freshly cut grass. Stella inhaled deeply, relishing
The city was quiet in the early hours of the morning, the silence heavy as if in anticipation of something violent and inevitable.Lucian moved like a shadow through the streets. Tonight was the day when he was going to have his rival under his palms. His target was a man who was willing to use every dark means possible to subdue him. His destination lay just outside the city’s limits, where opulence and influence masked ruthless neighborhood. The mansion, a fortress of wealth, stood only a hundred meters from where he stood.~~~~~~~~~~~ The grand staircase groaned softly under Lucian’s boots as he ascended, a sharp contrast to the eerie stillness of the mansion. The door at the end of the corridor was slightly ajar, revealing a sliver of the dimly lit room beyond. Lucian pushed it open without hesitation. Inside, Lucas lay sprawled on his massive bed, his chest rising and falling in oblivious slumber. Lucian stepped inside the room, his presence a shadow against the muted gl
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENCE.Lucian stood at the door of the dimly lit warehouse, watching his prey. The man sat tied to a chair in the center of the room, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his face, his eyes still closed from the sedative his men had injected him with earlier. Lucian watched him, his gaze cold and detached, the man before him was once his trusted right-hand man, his assistant. Ben. Lucian allowed himself a moment to take in the sight. The last time they had faced each other, it had been in a storm of gunfire, in the alley behind the warehouse around six months ago. Lucian could still feel the ghost of pain in his shoulder from the bullet that had torn through him that evening. The wound had mostly healed, but the betrayal remained, raw, like a wound that refused to close. Tonight, he would make Ben understand. Not by killing him, no, death would be too quick, too merciful. He wanted him to feel every bit of pain, that he would wish to die, but
Lucian sat at his desk, staring at the papers scattered across in front of him. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, but his focus remained elsewhere. His pen hovered over a document that required his signature, yet his hand didn’t move. The silence in his office was suffocating. He glanced to the right, where Stella's glass-walled office used to be. It had been cleared out two days ago, but in his mind, Stella was still there, where her desk remained untouched in the corner. He could almost hear the soft clicking of her keyboard, the gentle hum of her voice as she fielded calls and the way she’d occasionally glance at him when she thought he was not looking. Now, there was nothing but emptiness. Lucian closed his eyes, trying to focus, but it was no use. Stella had left a void, one he wasn’t sure anyone else could fill. He missed the way she’d hand him his coffee just as he realized he needed it, the way she’d slide a perfectly organized stack of documents onto his desk second
The Eternal Spire.In a boundless, luminous realm, the room pulsed with a life of its own enclosed by shiny black stone walls that shimmered faintly with a silvery hue. Whispers of forgotten voices curled around the edges of the space, merging with the flickering light of spectral flames that hovered above a massive black table at its center. Xavier sat at the head of the table, his sharp, angular features partially obscured by the fluctuating light. His pale eyes bore into the twelve individuals seated before him, each a master in their own right. The guardian's protector, his elite task force, was a collection of talents unmatched in the mortal realm. "Silence!" Xavier's commanded, his voice cutting through the murmurs of conversation, a chilling authority in his tone. The expanse responded, muting the otherworldly whispers, making the silence more oppressive. The assembled figures straightened in their seats. Tonight the tension in the air was suffocating, and their leade
Xavier sat at his favorite corner table in the cafe, a newspaper in his hand, lost in his routine:of skimming headlines, reading editorials, and occasionally pausing to linger on a story of interest. His casual scan of the pages was abruptly interrupted by a photograph on page four. It was a striking image that seemed to jump out at him, capturing his full attention and sending an odd shiver down his spine. The photograph showed two people: a beautiful young woman with dark curls and piercing eyes looking like an angel fallen from heaven, only that she really was an angel, and next to her was a man, who in his sight was nothing like a human, very handsome to be one. Xavier squinted his eyes at the lady, he couldn't have mistaken her, it was Stella, her niece, or so she thought. A wave of unease washed over Xavier. His hands trembled slightly as he held the paper closer, studying the image. His mind raced. As he stared, Xavier felt something stirring deep within him, an ine
Stella squinted her eyes. The harsh, sterile light overhead pierced her vision, making her wince. She groaned softly, feeling a sharp, dull ache pulsing across her face and around her torso. Every movement seemed like a hassle to her. Her mind was foggy, as though wrapped in gauze, but fragments started to come back to her.The gala. The highway. Lucian.Her breath caught, and her fingers reflexively gripped the sheets, clinging to them. Images flashed through her mind, the hum of the road beneath them, Lucian calling her name, his hand reaching for her, the explosion, and then darkness.“Stella?”She turned her head slowly, her gaze settling on Morgan. Her brother’s ocean blue eyes were wide with concern, his face pale, etched with worry. He looked like he hadn’t slept for days, dark circles shadowing his normally sharp features. His hand rested on hers, his fingers trembling slightly.“You are awake,” he said, his voice thick with relief. He tried to smile, but the worry in his eyes