Stella wandered through a vast, hollow cavern floating in the depths of space, illuminated by an eerie, pulsing red glow that leaked from the jagged cracks of nearby floating asteroids. Twisted trees loomed on either side of her. A cold mist seeped through the floor, swirling around her feet, as if the ground itself was alive and trying to pull her deeper into its clutches. In the shadows, she could make out a figure, a familiar shape moving with quiet, determined steps. He was following her. It was almost a comfort, but something about his presence here felt wrong, out of place. “Stella!” His voice called out, echoing eerily in the depths of the void. It was the voice she knew so well, deep and steady, with a warmth that used to make her feel safe. But here, in the oppressive darkness, it was strained, laced with something she couldn’t place. “Stella, wait!” She quickened her pace, navigating through the thorny undergrowth. “You don’t belong here! Please, just go back to your f
Stella’s cubicle stretched across her desk and illuminated the scattered paperwork she hadn’t yet managed to sift through. She felt cold and disoriented. The nightmare from the previous night hovered over her, as real as any of the files she was supposed to be focusing on. “Stella?” a voice broke through her haze, and she looked up, blinking to see her friend, Jane, the receptionist, giving her a concerned glance. Stella forced a small smile, realizing she'd been staring blankly at the same page for who knows how long. Jane didn’t press further, only leaving a fresh stack of documents on her desk before hurrying off back to the lobby. Stella exhaled, rubbing her temples. As much as she tried to shake it off, unease from her dream clung to her sending her heart racing that she found herself flinching at the slightest noises in the hallway. It was around noon, and Stella was still in a daze when Lucian appeared at her desk. He wore an expression that held a hint of worry. “You
Xavier approached Grandma Rosie's house house with a growing sense of dread. The house sat at the end of a narrow, overgrown street. It was quiet, unnervingly so. The silence pressed against him as he approached the cracked pavement leading up to the house, and he took a deep breath before stepping forward. This was the only place he knew he could find her. The house looked abandoned. The windows were dark, and the paint was peeling as if no one had lived here in months. Weeds curled up around the edges of the porch. He shivered, wrapping his jacket tighter around himself. “Stella? Hello. Anyone home!” He called softly, hoping his voice would draw her out, but the silence answered him back. Xavier moved toward the door, noticing it was slightly ajar. He nudged it open and slipped inside, his gaze sweeping the room. The faint scent of dust and old wood filled his nose as he took in the emptiness. The furniture was untouched but covered in a layer of dust. He walked slowly, eyes sc
The throne room was silent. Shadows pooled around Lucifer’s onyx throne, where he sat with grim patience. His fingers tapped against the armrest, echoing in the quiet chamber as he waited for his minions’ return. Suddenly, the air rippled, a shiver passing through the silence, and with a flash of shadow and brimstone, his minions appeared, kneeling before him in their dark forms. He leaned forward, the intensity of his gaze burning through them as he awaited their news. They looked hesitant, but a serpent-like demon with flickers of red light in his eyes gathered the courage to speak. “My lord,” he began, his voice trembling, “we have found him.” Lucifer’s eyes blazed brighter, their fire illuminating the cavernous throne room in a sudden, brilliant glow. He rose, descending from his throne with powerful, measured strides. As he approached the kneeling figures, his presence seemed to grow, filling the room, pressing down on them like a weight. “Speak,” he commanded, his voi
Stella tightened her coat around herself, feeling the cold bite of the autumn air as she walked to her grandmother's house. The path before her was mostly empty, lined with bare trees, their branches casting dark, reaching shadows under the moonlight. She walked briskly, listening to the crunch of fallen leaves beneath her feet, the only sound breaking the silence of the evening. Yet, as quiet as the path was, Stella couldn’t shake the sensation that she was not alone. At first, it was just a tickle in the back of her mind early in the morning as she was going to work. She’d brushed it off as nothing more than her own imagination. But as she continued, the feeling only intensified. Stella’s heartbeat quickened. The sense of being watched wrapped around her prickling her skin with unease. She glanced over her shoulder, seeing nothing but darkness. The empty road stretched behind her, the shadows unmoving, silent. But the feeling didn’t go away. Her pace quickened instinctively, he
Lucifer’s message cut through the dark like a knife, his words heavy with an authority that left no room for misinterpretation. He called upon his most trusted minions, and his voice echoed across the realms, which signified the gravity of his command. “Listen very well,” his voice resonated, each syllable imbued with fire. “The girl has lingered at my son’s side for too long. She is a threat to my purpose.” His tone darkened, sending a chill through his followers. “I want her gone, removed from his path by any means necessary.” Lucifer’s words were like a binding decree, impossible to ignore. His minions understood the urgency. "Charge!" They scattered immediately, each driven by the resolve to fulfill their master’s will. They knew that failure was not an option. ~~~~~~~~~~ Lucian adjusted his cufflinks as they stepped out of the sleek black car, casting a sidelong glance at Stella. Tonight, she looked nothing short of extraordinary. Draped in an elegant midnight blue gown
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
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 followed Xavier down the dimly lit hallways. The creaks and groans of the old floorboards mirrored her apprehension. Xavier’s lantern cast flickering shadows on the walls. "Where are we going?" Stella finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Xavier glanced back at her, his expression unreadable. "The truth, Stella. If you’re truly determined to pursue this path, you need to understand the gravity of your choices." They stopped in front of an ornate door Stella had never noticed before. Its surface was carved with intricate patterns that seemed to shift in the lantern light. Xavier pressed his hand against the door, murmuring words in the ancient language. The carvings glowed faintly before the door creaked open. Inside was a small room, circular and lined with shelves filled with ancient tomes, and objects that seemed to hum with latent power. At the centre of the room stood a pedestal, and upon it rested the ancient book bound in dark leather, similar to what h
The house was quiet. Stella moved cautiously through the halls, her steps muffled by the thick carpet. Uncle Xavier's stern warning echoed in her mind: "You’re safe here, Stella. Don’t tempt fate by leaving before your twentieth birthday before you have received your powers. There are forces you don’t understand waiting for you out there. To kill you." But she couldn’t stay. Not when Lucian needed her. He was Clutching the pendant tightly, she crept toward the back door. Her heart pounded with every creak of the wooden floorboards, the ancient house seeming alive and intent on betraying her. She paused at the top of the grand staircase, scanning the darkness below. "Almost there," she whispered to herself, her breath fogging in the chill air. As she descended, a shadow shifted at the bottom of the stairs. Stella froze. "Where do you think you’re going?" Uncle Xavier's deep voice cut through the silence. Stella’s heart leapt into her throat as Xavier stepped into view, his shar
Stella wandered through a vast, hollow cavern floating in the depths of space, illuminated by an eerie, pulsing red glow that seeped through the jagged cracks of nearby floating asteroids. Twisted, blackened trees loomed on either side of her, their skeletal branches reaching out as if trying to ensnare her. A cold mist seeped through the floor, tugging her deeper into the oppressive shadows.She moved cautiously, her breaths shallow as the weight of the void pressed down on her. The air was heavy, thick with a suffocating silence, broken only by the faint crunch of her footsteps on the brittle, cracked ground.And then she saw him.In the distance, a figure emerged from the shadows, moving with deliberate, determined steps. Lucian. His piercing eyes locked onto her with an intensity that made her chest tighten."Stella!" His voice called out, deep and resonant, echoing eerily in the cavern.She froze, her heart pounding. It was unmistakably him, his face as clear as day, and yet his
The weight of everything happening lingered as Lucian staggered into his study room. His legs moved without thought, propelled by the voice echoing in his mind. "You are a devil, it runs in your blood." The study was dim and cluttered with books and papers he rarely touched. Yet something drew his eyes to a cabinet in the corner. It was a worn piece of furniture, but tonight, it pulsed with an unseen energy. Lucian hesitated. "Go ahead. Open it," the voice whispered to him, softer this time but no less commanding. Seems like his father was back to watch over him. With trembling hands, Lucian approached the cabinet. He hesitated for a moment, then pulled the handle. The door creaked open, revealing a single-wrapped box. He had been given the wrapped gift by his parents on his tenth birthday with strict instructions to wait until the time was right before he could open it. He had long forgotten about it because it had been many years and not once had he ever thought about it.
Lilith's POV The smell of blood hit me before I saw him. My heart leapt, not out of fear but instinct. Someone was bleeding a lot. But what drew me in was something deeper. I wasn’t just curious. I was compelled. I crouched low among the shadows of the trees, my hybrid senses sharpening. My ears twitched, catching the crunch of leaves and the faintest groan carried on the wind. Whoever it was, they were badly hurt. The forest was darker than usual, the moonlight barely breaking through the thick canopy. Every step forward was cautious. My instincts screamed at me to turn back, to leave it alone. After all, I had no obligation to help. But I didn’t listen. Something about the pull of that blood, it was familiar yet dark. Not humanly. And then I saw him. Lucian. I know him from a thousand years ago, the legendary prince of the dark who went against his father for love and saved the world against his father's annihilation plan. I froze. He was the last person I’d expect to
Morgan sat in the dimly lit living room of his house staring at the half-empty glass of whiskey on the table. The midnight air hung thick with an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant cry of an owl. Stella’s decision to leave with Uncle Xavier stung more than he wanted to admit. He understood her reasoning, but the ache of her rejection lingered which gnawed at his core. Suddenly, the air grew colder, and the flames of the candles dimmed as if an unseen hand had smothered them. Morgan snapped from his thoughts. He stiffened, his senses sharpening. He wasn’t alone. It was late, and he wasn’t expecting anyone. Slowly, he rose from the couch, his silver hair catching the faint glow of moonlight streaming through the window. A slow, deliberate knock echoed from the heavy oak door. Morgan approached the door cautiously, his senses on high alert. "Who dares disturb me at this hour?" He called out, his voice laced with irritation. As he ope
The day was no different from any other, the weight of silence pressing down on Lucian’s shoulders like a heavy fog. He sat by the window of his dimly lit room, gazing out at the crumbling skyline of the city. Shadows lingered in the corners of his mind, constant companions, unnoticed by others but ever-present to him. They whispered to him when the night came when the wind howled through the alleyways. He felt them now, those creeping, unseen eyes. He shook his head, trying to clear the thought, focusing instead on the rhythm of his breathing, the pulse of his veins. The quiet was unbearable. Ever since Stella left nothing has ever been the same again. But just as he closed his eyes, a voice came, clear, deep, and resonant. A sound that vibrated through his very bones. "Lucian…" The name, the way it was spoken, sent a shiver down his spine. Lucian's body stiffened, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure if he was still sitting in his room or if he had been pulled into another re
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