“Cedric, stop!” Marisol called out, running after Cedric, who was idly walking back to the hidden castle, getting nothing in reply or even in the way of acknowledgment.She ran until she bumped into him, hearing as he sucked in a sharp breath before turning around ever so slowly. “Yes, Marisol?” He
Who was Guinevere, and what had driven her to cast such a malevolent spell?She'd read of the wars between Ember Coven and Redwood Pack, but there was no mention of a ‘Guinevere’. The only place she'd come across her name was in the prophecy. The same one that mentioned that war was coming to Redwoo
Marisol groaned unconsciously as they entered the café, the sight and pleasing smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods overwhelming her senses. The familiar aroma stirred something within her, a longing for the simple pleasures of life that she had been deprived of for so long.As they made t
Marisol's stomach churned with unease at the thought of facing such a formidable adversary, her mind grappling with the enormity of the threat they faced.Seeing as Sophia was no longer speaking, Marisol leaned forward, heaving a sigh as her eyes searched Sophia's face for any hint of deception or t
By the time Marisol parted ways with Sophia, it was well into the evening. Although she itched to go find Lily and share everything that had happened whilst seeking her input, Marisol headed for the hidden castle instead. She walked into the hidden castle with a pep in her step, her mind still buzz
After a few moments of tense silence, Marisol decided she couldn't take it anymore. "Are you going to eat, or do you plan to just stare at me through the night?” She deadpans.Cedric blinked at that, as if snapping out of a trance, and quickly averted his gaze. "Sorry," he mutters, eyes now on his f
Lingering stares evolved into deliberate, lingering touches, each contact sending a jolt of electricity through Marisol's veins. It was as if every brush of his skin against hers ignited a fire within her, one that burned so deliciously, leaving her yearning for more.It was in the library one eveni
In the next few days, Marisol discovered her resolve to be so much weaker than she might've expected, although, at this point, she should've expected it to be so, because nothing ever seemed to go the logical way when it came to Cedric. For what felt like the nth time since their first encounter, M
“Stop bluffing.” Marisol's smile dropped the moment the dagger slipped into her hands. “We both know that I'm not bluffing, witch.”Before Guinevere could react, Marisol drove the dagger into her heart in one forceful swing. Her eyes blew wide, and she fell right on top of Marisol, pained choking s
The air crackled with magic, and their surroundings became a battlefield of elemental forces. Marisol conjured torrents of fire, sending waves of intense heat crashing towards Guinevere. But Guinevere laughed, her own magic swirling around her like a shield as she countered with blasts of icy spears
Marisol ended up in a dimly lit chamber, the air thick with ancient magic and foreboding. Her grip on the dagger tightened, its energy pulsing against her skin as if urging her forward.She didn't know where she was or how she got there. All she did was allow her senses to lead her, and it seemed th
By the time the truth had fully sunk in, Cedric was a whirlwind of fury and grief. He turned on Leticia, his eyes blazing with a primal rage as he grabbed her roughly, his grip like a vice around her throat."Cedric, stop!" Caleb's voice rang out, his tone commanding. "This won't bring Marisol back.
Caleb's brow pinched in concern as he took in Cedric's disheveled state. “How? Was Guinevere here?” He looked around frantically and found no sign of infiltration. He turned back to his brother. “Don't worry, we'll find her," he assured, his voice a steady anchor within the chaos that was Cedric's m
In the hushed stillness of the night, when the world lay shrouded in darkness and all was quiet, Marisol rolled out of bed. It was time.She knew what she had to do. A sense of duty pulsed through her veins, driving her from the warmth of her bed.Silently slipping out from beneath the covers, she m
Marisol's heart swelled with conflicting emotions at Cedric's declaration. His eyes, conveying his utmost sincerity, almost had her bursting into tears where she sat. Instead, she forced a smile, her applause joining in with the others, though inside, she felt a pang of sadness.“That's wonderful ne
A smile spread across Marisol's face as she turned around in his arms to face him. “Nervous? Why on earth…”“Okay, I was nervous on your behalf.” He admitted with a sheepish grin, and Marisol regarded him with a fond smile. “But Leticia was right. When we retreated, they prowled around aimlessly for
Marisol stepped out of Leticia's chambers with a million thoughts bubbling in her head. She didn't know if she wanted to scream or cry. Maybe she wanted to do both. It was so unfair. Her parents had told her she was destined for greatness. Was this fate's idea of greatness? To be made to sacrifice