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Chapter Fifty
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Max
He considered himself a rather laid back individual, sure he doesn’t take a lot of serious situations as serious as he probably should but where would the fun in that be? And, right now, he’s baring his bloodied teeth as four Witches are attempting to team up against him and, while he admired their tenacity, he mentally laughed at them before charging them and attacking their throats.
Max took a second to gaze around the battle field, bodies of Witches and Werewolves piling up all because one Witch fucked with the wrong Royal family. Now there was all this bloodshed.
The tang, metallic taste of blood ran down his throat as his eyes caught a Werewolf being thrown by magic, landing on the ground with a bone crushing thump as a Witch stalked the Werewolf, silver dagger in hand. Max ran and pounced on the Witch, silencing her cries with a quick twist of her neck. He looke
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Gabriel His heart was pounding in his ears; he could almost hear his blood rushing through his veins as his adrenaline circled through his system. He stood as tall as he could without his body shaking, knowing this would be a fight to the death. The room around them was crumbling into pieces, bits of rubble and wood surrounded them, and Gabriel realised the whole castle was falling apart. It was a wonder they managed to hide in this place, he thought before his eyes connected with the man in front of him. Gabriel could vaguely remember the man’s name - Lloyd, wasn’t it? He remembered Angel’s friend crying for him - and memories of his crime infiltrated his head, making him shudder. If it weren’t such a dire situation, the guilt Gabriel felt would have consumed him, but he couldn’t let that happen, not right now. He took in the man standing in front of him, his black shirt crumbled and grey sweatpants dirty from dried blood an dust, his hair a mess and his eyes glaring with murdero
His Hidden Child Chapter Fifty-Two
Dmitri He watched as his best friend struggled with the silver spike which impaled his shoulder, his panic slowly easing as Max snarled his teeth at Madeline. Max used his legs and hands to hold on to the middle of the spike and hoisted himself off the and fell the grassy ground with a hard thud, Sara was quickly by his side healing his bleeding wound. Dmitri could feel his heart beating erratically as his anger burned his chest, listening to Madeline chuckle childishly to herself. Wiping splattered blood from her cheek, Madeline giggled, "Perhaps you should give up, King," she delicately licked the blood off her fingers. "You have no chance of defeating me. The girl may be out of my grasp; however, one way or another, I will have my hands on that child's' power. Now or when the runt is older, I do not care but-"a wave of her hand in the air "-I will have the power to destroy Werewolves, anyone who stands in my way." She seethed out that last part with anger rather than humour or c
His Hidden Child Chapter Fifty-Three
AngelicaI didn’t know where I was. With the white walls surrounding me and medical tools on a table next to me, I knew I was in some sort of hospital but where? One second I was in this weird bedroom, and Lu looked at me with murder in his eyes and the next Carla, and I was in this large hall resembling a cathedral.I felt a crippling stabbing pain shoot up my back, my sister’s comforting words fading in and out as building pressure in my head caused me to scream, reminding me that I was wheeled away with people shouting and my sister squeezing my hand tightly. “I-I c-can’t do this, Carla,” I sobbed as the pain rippled up my spine once again and an urge to push swirled through my stomach. Tears soaked the pillow under me as I leaned my head back.My sister gently wiped my tears away as someone, whom I assumed was a doctor, placed a hand on Carla’s shoulder before she spoke. “If we a
His Hidden Child Chapter Fifty-Four
SaraThe cold air whipped her face as she exited the dense forest tree lines with Max right beside her and into the blood-covered battlefield before her, her breathing stinging her lungs as she inhaled sharply before running to the mass of Werewolves and Witches. Max tried to shift; however, his body was too weak, so instead, he stayed as he was and jumped to help the others fight off Witches.Sara's body ached terribly as she scanned her eyes over the battle, watching as Witches conjured weapons and used magic to blast away Werewolves. Her legs shook uncontrollably while she tried to ignore her exhaustion. She needed a way to hinder all the Witches, a way to block their magic without exhausting herself temporarily. Now that Nina was....gone, she couldn't overdo it as they all needed her to get everyone out of here alive and quickly.The smell of blood and silver was more powerful now, and the screaming and battle cries made
His Hidden Child Chapter Fifty-Five
GabrielThe world was foggy when he pried his eyes opened, a white glow seemed to blind him for a moment before his sight adjusted and his surroundings became clearer. A white ceiling above him greeted him, the glow of the light flickered for a second as he realized he was in a hospital bed. His thoughts were scattered as he slowly became more conscious of his situation and he wondered how he got there. He didn’t remember how he got here or who had helped him. He remembered how he crawled through the bloody hallway, agony encasing his entire body as he moved inch by inch but after collapsing it all goes blank from there. He had thought for sure that he was going to die and, if he were honest, he accepted that. He knew after everything that he had done he didn’t deserve to live. So, how did he get here?He barely recollected the distant voices moments before he passed out and while he was lost
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CarlaShe looked around the forest, the beautiful rays of sunlight peeking through the leaves left her skin warm and radiating. The calm, cool water surrounding her feet soothed her aching bones and she patted through the river, a serene smile gracing her features. Not a care in the world as the wind gently lifted her hair, playing with it happily as she continued to walk through the river, letting the water rise up to her calves and giggling as it tickled her. She heard distant voices behind her. She turned to see her parents and her grandparents, smiling and waving at her. She laughed and waved back.They were shouting at her to come back, waving her over with excitement. She didn’t want to, she wanted to stay in the water a little bit longer. She enjoyed the cool, tickling feeling of the water as it rose again to above her knees. She gazed at the water, watching the ripples
His Hidden Child Chapter Fifty-Seven
MaxThe dark, eerie sky littered with gloomy dark clouds, a sad feeling settled in his stomach. The dim light from the moon caught his eye as he stood on a balcony high above and he thought about the Moon Goddess, why She chooses Werewolves mates, their destiny and if She would be angry if they were to choose their path, their ending? Although he knew that Werewolves and Lycan's shared some qualities, traits and genes, he knew the vast differences would make a Werewolf/Lycan pairing difficult. Werewolves have longer lifespans than humans though they have significantly shorter lifespans than Lycan's. Lycan's weredesignedto live for around three or four hundred years, so the Royal family can rule without heirs being changed every 40/50 years. Werewolves were lucky if they could make it to a hundred- and fifty-years-old. The lifespan alone makes his stomach drop. Max wasn't sure why he was even
His Hidden Child Chapter Fifty-Eight
DmitriHe’d only just started walking towards the hospital wing of the Sanctuary to see his Angel and here, right in front of him, Gabriel stood. Dmitri once had the instinctive urge to beat that man into a pulp, but now he couldn’t care less. He realized the man was too broken to be much of a threat now.“Are you going to go see her?” Gabriel asked quietly, his hands fiddling by his sides.Dmitri nodded. “Yes, she needs me now more than ever.” He ran a hand through his hair before he shoved his hands in his pockets, carefully watching the other man in front of him. Gabriel looked as if he something he wanted to say but held his tongue. It was almost aggravating to Dmitri so he sighed heavily before muttering, “Go on, say what you need to say.”Gabriel nodded. “Don’t break her heart, &l
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His Hidden Child Chapter Fifty-Four
SaraThe cold air whipped her face as she exited the dense forest tree lines with Max right beside her and into the blood-covered battlefield before her, her breathing stinging her lungs as she inhaled sharply before running to the mass of Werewolves and Witches. Max tried to shift; however, his body was too weak, so instead, he stayed as he was and jumped to help the others fight off Witches.Sara's body ached terribly as she scanned her eyes over the battle, watching as Witches conjured weapons and used magic to blast away Werewolves. Her legs shook uncontrollably while she tried to ignore her exhaustion. She needed a way to hinder all the Witches, a way to block their magic without exhausting herself temporarily. Now that Nina was....gone, she couldn't overdo it as they all needed her to get everyone out of here alive and quickly.The smell of blood and silver was more powerful now, and the screaming and battle cries made
His Hidden Child Chapter Fifty-Three
AngelicaI didn’t know where I was. With the white walls surrounding me and medical tools on a table next to me, I knew I was in some sort of hospital but where? One second I was in this weird bedroom, and Lu looked at me with murder in his eyes and the next Carla, and I was in this large hall resembling a cathedral.I felt a crippling stabbing pain shoot up my back, my sister’s comforting words fading in and out as building pressure in my head caused me to scream, reminding me that I was wheeled away with people shouting and my sister squeezing my hand tightly. “I-I c-can’t do this, Carla,” I sobbed as the pain rippled up my spine once again and an urge to push swirled through my stomach. Tears soaked the pillow under me as I leaned my head back.My sister gently wiped my tears away as someone, whom I assumed was a doctor, placed a hand on Carla’s shoulder before she spoke. “If we a
