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Esma’s pov “Because I was there too.” her words didn’t make any sense. Her eyes were locked on me. we were staring at each other until Asher’s growl break our trance. “What the hell you meant by you were there too?” he lunges from my behind towards her but before he could come even a foot closer to her, Jason quickly, in the lightning speed came in between them. Without breaking any sweat he pinned him down with ease, Asher was down on the ground with his chest and face touching the floor and his right hand was pinned at his back. “If you ever dare to touch my mate again, I will rip this arm of yours and feed it to dogs, you hear me?” Jason growled and I saw his expression changed for the first time since I met him. He was all smiling and shining and now he was one second away from exploding. “Asher!” I shouted at him and he looked at me while struggling to get out of Jason's clutch. I signalled him to keep quiet and he must have seen I was serious because he didn’t move then, ac
Esma’s pov Damien… I have heard that name before. But where? As if the word made its image in my mind, I find myself remembering in an instant and my eyes widened. I read his name in the book. That old book, what was its name? how to summon gods. he was the author of that book. He is a fucking god? And thanks to him I was able to summon Moona that time. And he was a fucking god of chaos? Seriously. He sounds more of a hotshot like Hecate and Moona if not less. If it was not for him, I think I would never understand Reed or Moona or Hecate or anyone I suppose. But why would Ravenna want to kidnap him? what she wants from someone like him? I rubbed my eyes; the exhaustion was slowly catching up with my body. All of the adrenaline was slowly fading off and the fatigue was building up. I turned my gaze back to Roxy. She looked lost in thought. I don’t know what she was thinking at this moment. I silently scanned the other two siblings. Jason was on Roxy’s side while Asher was standin
Esma’s pov “We are going to the Noman’s land.” I said as I adjusted myself on the seat. I put my seatbelt and looked through the side view mirror as the house of Roxy and Jason was blurring. I kept my eyes there until I lost the sight of it. Asher didn’t speak then and silence fell between us. It was not awkward kind, it was peaceful and connecting. He programmed the GPS and press a switch on the steering wheel and a classical orchestral piece fills the car. “What’s this?” I ask as the sweet, sweet sound of a hundred violin strings assails us. “It’s from La Traviata. An opera by Verdi.” Oh, my… it’s lovely. “La Traviata? I’ve heard of that. I can’t think where. What does it mean?” Asher glances at me and smirks. “Well, literally, the woman led astray. It’s based on Alexander Dumas’s book, La Dame aux Camelias.” I opened the strange book Roxy gave me. It was torn from several places, most of its pages were unrecognizable, it was all tattered and torn but some of its pages were
Esma’s pov “We are here.” Asher declared as we both were sitting in the car. I closed my eyes and take several breaths before opening them. I don’t know why but I felt conflicted and kind of scared. Scared to open the gate now. well, its too late now. my subconscious snaps at me. “Let’s go.” Asher said breaking my trance. He must have sensed my inner turmoil. I hummed and smiled at his direction. “Thank you, Asher. Thank you for everything you have done for me till now.” I said from the bottom of my heart. I mean it. He was the only one who sticks by my side since I ever know him and I don’t know much about him at the first place. Hell, I don’t even know his surname. Only because I was his alpha’s mate, he followed me without question. He was always by my side. no matter what. He followed my every order without question. I can tell why Reed trusted him so much. Asher… he was truly a remarkable man. I respects him for his character. Asher looked at me half embarrassed half surpr
Esma’s pov Finally, when the last torch lit up the room at the back, I notice a huge statue, whose face was intact. It was beautiful and magnificent. I was literally in awe, admiring the craftsmanship. It was no doubt the statue was of the god. Below the statue, there was yet another chair. A huge one. My blood turns cold when I saw a figure sitting on the chair. The figure was sitting on the throne. His face was covered with the huge black hood, casting silhouettes on its face. long black cloak over his shoulders, resting lazily on the ground. He was sitting on the biggest chair and by the look of it, it was approximately five feet tall and still the cloak was reaching the ground. too much waste of the fabric. Even sitting on the big chair, he was tall and towering and I wonder how tall he would be once he stood in front of me. Might be as tall as Reed if not more. He had a royal aura about him. I know by the single glance; he was looking at me from the hood. I could see him ey
Esma’s pov Damien, the god of chaos. The ancient one. One of the most powerful gods. The lights filled the room and I saw his beautiful features. He was truly mesmerizing. Tall stature, silver eyes, although he was standing approximately twenty feet away from me, all my senses were screaming at me to run away. I don’t know if it was his aura. It was my general instinct to have as much distance between us. I was a scaredy cat in front of him. My head bowed on its own but my eyes were fixated on his beautiful face. his thick eyebrows, his eye lashes, his perfect nose, his thin lips. “I gave it to you.” he said and I pursed my lips. My hunch was right. He was that librarian who appeared last time and recommended it that book. But there was nothing about him that stands out that day. If I would have known… if only I could go back in time. “It served its purpose.” I said and didn’t lift my head. It was unequivocal oath to myself. I don’t know if it was fear from the power or the fact t
“God has always been stingy with his creation. And we my dear, we no different than him.” he said and started walking towards us. With every step he takes, my heart started to beat faster. Asher was on my side but I know he was no match for him or Lilith. “God is cruel. C-R-U-E-L.” Damien said as he takes steps slowly. He stopped and look at me. his face was unreadable. I don’t know what he was trying to look at my face but he looked lost in thought. After what seems to be eternity, he finally spoke. “God is stingy with creation. God could have created any world he wanted. He could have created a world without conflicts, without pain, without death…” he said and there was a slight change in his voice. His old demurring voice was gone, there was slight annoyance, a pinge of complaint. “And what did he create.” His eyes didn’t left mine. they were drawing me in. Grey eyes I have never seen before. they remind me of ash. The ash left after the destruction. “What?” I didn’t realise I
Damien’s pov “Any reports you have on you?” I asked seeing Lilith standing in front of me. she looked like she wanted to say something but won’t talk. As expected, she shook her head in no. I sighed. “What? You won’t trust my choice?” I asked and she again shook her head in a no. A smile automatically come on my mouth. She never says anything. “You mean to say that I should not trust them?” I asked and he bowed down her head more. “I believe sire, you should not be more inviting with the strangers. They are not worthy of your kindness.” She said and I smiled. “Lift your head.” I said and she complied. “I told you not to be so formal when there are only both of us.” I scolded her. “Forgive me sire.” She said and I started laughing. She lowered her head guiltily. “You think they will find the necklace?” she asked after a while. “I don’t know but it will be worth of my time.” I said and looked past her. Nobody’s able to bring that necklace to me. I have tried so many times, aske
Esma’s pov“You are certain they will be there.” I nodded and look him into the eyes.“Then, let’s get those bastards for what they have to done to us.” Dumeny growled.I clutched August’s hand in mine as I said yes too.“I have a plan.” Dumeny said in the end.“What kind of plan?” I asked looking at his face. now that I notice him, he have grown a quite in the few days since I saw him. his eyes, they were no longer belong to a carefree man whom I once used to know.They have a serious sense of duty and responsibility. Plus, I don’t know I have a ere feeling coming from his side, I don’t know how to put it in words, but he has changed a lot.In terms of power, he was already in par with an alpha. He might be powerful than his father.I rarely find myself getting out unscathed if fought against him. he has grown rapidly since last time I saw him.“We have to attack them simultaneously. Just like they did. We have to make them think and divert their attention on someone or something and
Esma’s pov“Hey Dumeny. Long time no see.” I said as I saw him standing in the middle of the hall in my house.Last time I saw him, it was the alpha’s meeting and after that I was kidnapped by Ravenna and the witches.I never heard from him after that. Hell, I didn’t saw him after that.“Same for me.” he said and out of sudden he rushed towards me and pulled me in his arms.“I am sorry you have to go through this all by your own.” he said and hugged me tightly. I can tell he was genuinely concerned for me and I hugged him back. I really missed a friend.We ended the hug and he sit in the other side of the table.August soon returns with the beer cans and I rolled my eyes.My brother knows me best. He reads my mind. He passed me the can which I took happily. He sat beside me and we just enjoyed our beers for a while.“Look Emmy. I know this is not the right time for me to ask, but you can please tell me about the day you were kidnapped?” Dumeny breaks the silence and I looked at August
Reed’s povI just stand there as Andrew was in hurry to look after Ravenna. I have never seen this man caring about anyone except for his mate and of course his children. But I was also his son. the son whom he sent assassins to take care of.The son who lost his mother, and for what reason? Because his mate come to know about the existence of his affair?“Call the doctor, will you?” he shouted at me and I sighed.“We are in the abandoned land of mine, in the middle of nowhere, the city is three hours from here and I have already called for the doctor. But he won’t be here before the morning.” I said and he just look disdain.The weather is fucked up and all the roads are closed. How much one could try, the doctor would only come by morning.“That fucking bastard. I swear I will kill him with my own hands.” he cursed out aloud and suddenly my chest hurts.This man right here, was concern for someone totally stranger to him, he was concerned for the witch and was cursing out a god? Th
Reed’s povI stared at the moon. I was the wolf who was chasing the moon. I was nothing but a shadow casted by the moon. A shadow only able to come in presence of the source of light.To me the moon has always been the light I was chasing.“Lost in thoughts?” I didn’t want to look back to know whose voice it was. I clenched my jaw tightly as I keep on staring in front of me.Andrew walked inside the room and I heard his footsteps coming closer to me. my whole body tensed up. My heart started to beat faster. Out of fear? Out of surprise? Out of idea of fighting?I don’t know the reason. Maybe all three of them. Never in my life I have ever been able to win against Andrew, my father. Yes, I killed him. I killed him with my own hands and if granted the same opportunity twice, I will not waste a single breath before killing him again.I know he hates me. I hate him too.Suddenly, the sound of the chafing of his shoes stopped and I sighed and finally turned back to look at him.The face of
Esma’s povRavenna’s words kept ringing in my head like an old stuck cassette.“Because you still have some unfinished business.”I didn’t believe what I just saw. I mean I know Ravenna was up to something. I know she was powerful. She was crazy enough to fight us but I never thought for a second, she could bring someone dead back alive and that to Reed’s father. Seriously? Reed’s father for suck’s sake? He was the royalty.He was the direct descendant of the king Lycan. He was supposed to be dead. he was killed by Reed. And the witches. He was known as the most powerful alpha of his pack around the world. he was the epitome of power and royalty. And he was bought back to life by sacrificing witch’s bodies.No wonder we didn’t find a trace of them. they were killed by our Pack but to offer their bodies as a sacrifice in order to bring back Andrew? What Ravenna was thinking?And where is Reed fits into all that. why kidnapped him? I finally looked in front of me and found Damien sitting
Esma’s pov“Child of the moon. You have faced countless hurdles across your way but you didn’t waver.” “You have a soul of a warrior and an unwavering spirit. You will the key to open his heart, his darkness.”“I surely Hope, because hope is what makes us more human. You have my blessing Esma Rockwood.” I gasped and opened my eyes.“What was that?” I was sure it was the voice of Amara. I could still hear her voice in the back of my head. or was I just hallucinating. It was a dream.I was in the complete darkness, there was nothing but dark and then there was that voice peering through the darkness. making its way.Hope. Isn’t it a strange word.The dawn breaks out as I yawned and looked out the window in front of my room. Asher was still fast asleep; I could hear his heartbeat across the door. Asher was given the next room beside me.He must be tired as hell. I was tired too but whenever I closed my eyes, the silver-grey eyes of Amara popped up in front of me. Her eyes drawing me, pe
Esma’s povMy mouth fell open as I laid my eyes on yet another beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. It all started with Diana, the witch. She was the perfect epitome of true beauty. Perfect black hair, purple blue eyes and the fair skin, people could die for.Or that I used to think until I saw Ravenna. And then I met Hecate and boom, I was smitten by her beauty. I was awe-struck. Then came the moon goddess and Roxy and hell even Damien.Now I don’t know if I should add another entry in the Miss beauty contest. Amara. I mean who named these people? Ravenna, Amara, Diana? They sound like fucking aristocrats and I am just a lowly humble peasant.Amara just hugged Damien. Although I don’t know if I could call it a hug or not, she and him were embracing each other for another long minute.It didn’t take me long enough to know what Amara meant to Damien. Amara pulled away from him and looked at his face, then her surroundings.“Where are we?” she asked.Damien looked flustered for t
He started walking towards the other door, opposite from the one we came from.“Follow me.” he ordered and we didn’t even want to ask where he was taking us.We followed him silently into the darkness.He walked in front of us. Damien. The god of chaos. All the good things and worse, all die with him whenever he put his eyes on them. For some reason I don’t know, although his back was huge and straight, I don’t know but he looked like he was carrying a heavy burden on his shoulders.There was an immerse sadness in his eyes and anger. Anger which could consume everything within.I want to ask him. I want to know. Why does the man who is one of the great gods of this world. Who defeated the unrivalled within the blink of an eye look so small and pitiful?The smell of a beast exudes from his soul, the smell of blood, oil and steel as well as violence and pent-up anger. The colour of hatred. In deep whirlpool of numerous emotions. Within that lies immense sadness…He finally stopped in fro
Esma’s pov“Here I go.” I said to myself as Lilith opened the door for us. I have been face to face with two primordial gods in last twenty four hours and Make it alive own my own.The door make a loud unpleasant noise as it makes the way for us. The room was same, dark and cold.Me and Asher, we walked inside, I could feel mine and Asher’s heartbeat quickened as we entered the room. We have been asked to bought the necklace from the place we never thought we could enter yet survive.The odds were not in our favour. The stakes were high. We were dealing with something we didn’t have any clue about. I turned my face to look at Asher. He smiled assuringly saying he is there for me. Just like he has always been.The inside of the room was completely different from the other rooms and the hallway in architecture. It was old, huge and gives off different vibe, just like Alfred Hitchcock movies.The torches that hung on the wall suddenly start to light up one by one. I watch in surprise as t