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
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
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
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
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
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
"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 m
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 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
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