Lorcan's POVAs I stood there, lost in thought, my gaze fell upon a portrait that hung on the wall, a poignant reminder of a love that had transcended species. It was a painting of my mother, a human who had captured my father's heart with her kindness, grace, and beauty. Her smile seemed to radiate warmth and light, even in the flickering candlelight.My father, a powerful werewolf, had fallen deeply in love with her, and for a time, they had been happy together. But fate had cruelly torn them apart, for my mother was mortal, and her lifespan was but a brief moment in the long history of our kind. Her passing had left my father heartbroken, and I could still remember the depth of his sorrow, even though I was just a child at the time.As I gazed at the portrait, memories of my childhood came flooding back, and the story of my mother's tragic fate replayed in my mind like a haunting melody. My father had told me the truth about her death when I was old enough to understand, and the pa
Lorcan's POVAs I've had the privilege of encountering numerous humans, my initial perceptions have given way to a deeper understanding and appreciation. Each individual has proven to be unique, possessing remarkable qualities and characteristics that make them truly special.Some have shown remarkable kindness, offering warmth and empathy with genuine smiles. Others have impressed me with their intelligence and creativity, sharing innovative ideas and perspectives that have broadened my horizons.I've also encountered humans with remarkable courage and resilience, facing challenges with determination and strength. Their stories have inspired me, and I've come to realize that every person has a unique journey, filled with triumphs and struggles.Through these interactions, my initial naivety has given way to a more nuanced understanding of humanity. I've come to appreciate the diversity and complexity of human nature, recognizing that each individual is a multifaceted gem, worthy of c
Lorcan's POVLucifer led me out of the library and into a grand corridor, where we stepped into an elevator that whisked us down to a private hall. The atmosphere was decadent, filled with people dressed in skimp vesture, engaging in colorful conditioning that made the scene feel grotesque. Couples openly gentled each other, while men sat around, drinking and watching strippers perform. The air stank of debauchery.As we navigated deeper into the hall, Lucifer bandied matters pertaining to the area, but I could not muster any enthusiasm. I kept my aspect fixed on him, pretending to hear hardly, all the while my mind wandered to the stark discrepancy between this snide scene and the tranquil library we had just left." I am telling you, Lorcan, our area's future depends on-"" Yes, Father," I intruded, pretending interest." I understand."Lucifer's eyes narrowed, as if seeing my objectiveness." You'd do well to pay attention, son. This concerns your future too."I forced a nod, maintai
Ava's POVAfter Lorcan brought me to my mama 's castle, he departed with a flutter of his bodies, leaving me in a state of wonder. I was taken suddenly by Lucifer's reference to Lorcan as his son, but before I could interrogate about it, Lorcan assured me that he'd explain everything when he returned.I was left with further questions than answers, realizing that I knew veritably little about Lorcan's true nature. It actualized on me that he must be a departed angel, just like Lucifer, and that he'd been keeping this secret from us all on. The pieces began to fall into place — his capability to accompany me anywhere, his mysterious history. it all made sense now.Although I felt a pain of disappointment, I conceded that I had no right to be worried. After all, we were only musketeers, and Lorcan was entitled to his sequestration. I could not help but wonder what other secrets he harbored, but I was determined to admire his boundaries and await his explanation upon his return.As I wan
Ava's POVAs I entered the castle, I set up my mama pacing anxiously in the hall. Her eyes locked onto mine, and she rushed towards me, gashes streaming down her face. She enveloped me in a warm grasp, holding me tightly as if she would no way let me go.Once we composed ourselves, she led me to a near chamber, her eyes filled with concern." Tell me everything, Ava," she prompted, her voice pulsing.I reported my entire fire, from the Black Witch's business to my deliverance by Lorcan. I also revealed the shocking verity about Lorcan's lineage, which sounded to confirm my mama 's reservations." I had wondered if he might be Lucifer's son," she said, her brow furrowed in study." But I could not be certain."I pressed her for information about the longstanding feud between her and her family, the Black Witch Coven Queen. My mama 's expression turned dimmed, and she began to relate a tale of stock contest, magic, and treason that had gauged decades.In the soft gleam of the chamber's ni
Ava's PovThe dining hall of the castle was filled with the warm glow of the early sun streaming through its wide windows, illuminating the polished wood and the elaborately woven tapestries. The smell of freshly burned chuck and the low murmur of conversation filled the air. There was a tangible sense of respite and rejuvenation despite the recent struggles and the arduous path to recovery that lay ahead.I saw my mother Endora sitting at the head of the table, having a lengthy conversation with Lorcan and a few of our abettors, as soon as I walked into the hall. Her demeanor remained formidable, her gaze piercing and brimming with the strength and knowledge that had brought us through so much.She smiled warmly and said, "Good morning, Ava," her face softening as she spotted me. Our recent battle wounds had healed, but the memories lingered, deeply ingrained in our hearts and thoughts.I said, "Good morning, Mother," and sat down next to her."How are the medications coming on?"Endo
Lorcan's POV"My father, Lucifer, began to expound on the necessity of destroying the human kingdom, his voice growing more fervent with each passing moment. His eyes gleamed with an unsettling intensity, and his words dripped with venom.'They are a plague, a cancer that must be cut out if we are to survive,' he spat. 'Their greed, their selfishness, their destruction of the natural world... it's a poison that threatens to consume us all.'I felt a surge of unease as I listened to his words, my mind racing with the implications of what he was saying. I knew that he had always harbored a deep disdain for the human kingdom, but this was something different. This was a call to action, a declaration of war.'Dad, stop,' I interrupted, my voice firm but respectful. 'This isn't about revenge or hatred. It's about understanding and coexistence.'Lucifer's eyes narrowed, his face darkening with anger. 'You dare to question me, Lorcan?' he growled. 'I am your king, and I know what is best for
Lorcan's POV The hall voided in silence, leaving only my father and me locked in a violent regard- down. The pressure was palpable, a thick pressure that made the air feel heavy. He eventually gestured for me to sit and join him for a mess. I complied, curiosity mingling with the moping wrathfulness from our earlier argument.Why was n’t he addressing the issue that had brought such a rift between us? We ate in silence, the only sound being the clinking of implements against plates.The food tasted like ash in my mouth, my mind contending with a whirlwind of questions. Yet, my father’s expression remained inscrutable, revealing nothing of his studies or intentions. After the mess, we retired to our separate apartments, the implied pressure still hanging between us like a dark pall. As we walked through the dimly lit corridors, my father stopped in front of a large, ornate oil painting oil hanging on the wall. The oil was an assessing sight, gauging nearly the