Third Person POV. "Hey, babe..." Nadia smiled, calling out to Killan as she tried to kiss his lips. However, Killan dodged her kiss, making Nadia's lips land at the corner of his mouth. Killan was pissed but he tried as much as he could to hide. Now, he was regretting his decision of accepting to be betrothed to Nadia. He wanted the girl only for fun and he was done having a feel of her. "Is something wrong? Talk to me, Killan. You haven't laid a finger on me for two weeks now..." Nadia pressed, sounding pissed. She's yet to understand the reason Killan suddenly changed from not having enough of her to not touching her at all. Sex with him had always been great but now she didn't understand what was wrong with the guy. "I'm just not in the mood, Nadia..." He let out, rising from the bed and scooting to the balcony. The cool night air grazed his skin softly while he looked into the manor ground, watching the servants moving to their duty posts. He had wanted to get Rain back i
Logan's POV. After a long two-day drive from Oakdale town, Lester and I finally arrived in Chicago. Everywhere is bustling with activities. Nightlife here in Chicago is very amplified and intense from Oakdale. There are several street activities going on. From its appearance, it looks like a music festival. The whole town people are dressed in several shades of colors. The women dressed slutty in mini skirts with fringes. Some had horn crowns on their heads. The men bear trumpets, blowing them into the air. There are some that hang by their apartment balconies, watching the street show as they cheer. As Lester and I pass, we have confetti thrown down on us."Woah!!" Lester chuckles, his eyes gleaming while he watches the show. "Chicago never stops to amaze!" He blurts, his eyes pinned on the group of girls twerking their waists to the music. Chicago is Ivy's town. She rules the place. Ivy is the oldest Vampire alive. She's about two thousand years old, making her the stronges
Logan's POV. We're both seated in the dining room. The servants have served us meals, sauteed vegetables, raw meat and an array of other dishes. Ivy's glass is filled with blood and she takes a dainty sip of it while staring longingly my way. I know she's intentionally delaying me from seeing the witch, Aphrodite. Ivy wants to have her way with me, I can tell by the scent of her arousal burning into my nostrils. She's putting on a maroon halter top sundress, her nipples, erect, peeks through the dress. “Tell me more about your stay at Oakdale, my love.” I grimace at her question. Across the room, I see my beta glaring her way. Ivy made sure to bring girls to serve Lester. Even though their mouths are busy sucking my beta, it still isn't enough to distract my beta. His eyes on me, watching and keeping tabs. “It's not a fun one.” I state, balling my hands. “It sucks being in my home but seeing it being occupied by humans.” Ivy's eyes shine with pity. She takes a breath and reac
Logan's POV. "No, I'm afraid, we can not involve ourselves with Sinai!" Aphrodite remarks, rising on her feet. The rest of the witches gather around her, watching me with blazing eyes. Ivy is silent, quietly releasing her anger into the air. Lester, on the other hand, emerges on his feet. Worry grows in his eyes. I turn to face the witches, my eyes pleading. "Please, we need your help to win against them." "It is against our nature to help your kinds, alpha. However, in this case, we can't pit ourselves against the greatest of our kind. A witch stronger than Amelik herself." Silence. Then. "You do not know what it means to have a dark magic. If we choose to fight her...all of us will die." Fear sizzles in the air, coming directly from the witches. I see them glaring at Aphrodite not to accept to do this. They loved their lives and family. That isn't something they're willing to lose. "She killed twelve of our kind. And twelve of yours. Do you know what that means?" She asks me.
Third Person POV. Marcel's mansion is brimmed with burly men. His small army of eight men who were huge like Greek gods. Three among them were wolves. The very first set of men he converted into his army. The rest were humans, sired to him.Marcel basked in their loyalty, something he wished to enjoy once he eradicated Logan and Slayers to become the ultimate alpha. The eight burly men stood before me in a circle as Marcel paced back and forth, waiting for Yato. The school professor had told him about the welcome party taking place tonight and with all pleasure, Marcel wanted to be there. Of course, he didn't want to attend just for the fun of it. He wanted to attend and take the girl whose thoughts had lived rent-free in his mind. Rain, the girl was such a wonder. A beauty to bask, and full of energy someone of his status wanted. Marcel didn't just feel an attraction for her. He was convinced the girl could be his mate. He had always imagined how hurt and betrayed Logan would
Rain's POV. Blood is everywhere. Screams billow into the air and a huge stampede follows. All the students are running around for their lives. My heart pulsates. Panic seizes my thinking ability and I do everything on autopilot. Bullets rain all around us. Glasses shattering, drinks pouring. "Omigod!!!" People cry. I do my best to hide behind a fallen table. My throat closes up, I can't let out a scream even if I want to. For a breath of time, I realize my cheeks are wet. Goodness, I've been crying! Sharp hands dab at my cheeks. I force my gaze to focus so I can find a means to escape. I honestly don't know when I left Yato's side. I don't know if he has been shot or not. Hell, what's going on? I search for my phone to call my father but I can't find it. "Where the fuck are you!!!?" I snap angrily, turning my bag upside down but I can't find anything. The town patrollers, where are they? Frustration tightens my belly. I peek around me, looking as everyone scampers away.
Logan's POV. Yato's body and mine collide with force, but I topple him over. Tackling him to the ground, I land three heavy punches on his face. He grunts in pain.His lips split open and blood oozes in a relentless spiral. He dabs his frail hand over his split lips and watches me with hatred burning in his gaze. “I let you live. I warned you to stay the hell away from her!” Is my roar as he attacks me again. We both crash against the car, the window breaking. The shards of glass cut into my skin. I only grimace. My anger for what could have happened to Rain fueled my next attack.I wasn't about to come for the so-called party but when I heard from Tiago Rain pulled up here tonight, I drove the car down here with vigor. I needed to protect my girl. I needed to see her after a few days of being away. Yato's strength doesn't match up to mine, of course. I grab the nape of his neck and crush his face against the jagged windowsill of the car. A tortured wail slips from his mouth.
Rain's POV. I roar a laugh at Kylie's voice coming through the phone. My feet strut down the scanty hallway that leads to the changing room. I've just finished my sword-training with Logan and I smell like sweat and grime. Even though Nadia seems to have changed in the past few days, we are still pitted to fight against each other. My father doesn't want to relent. As far as I know, his hatred for me still runs deep. I have a few bruises from the attack at Cryptwood manor but he never cared to check on me. He was all in for Nadia. At best, he turned me into Nadia's personal caretaker. Although, Nadia has turned a new leaf. Regardless, it doesn't erase the fact that no matter what I do, our father will never regard me as anything. Nadia is the superior in his eyes. She probably will always be. “No, jokes apart Rain. I can't hear you changing your clothes and the food is getting cold!” Kylie's voice penetrates through my fogged mind. I push through the door of the changing ro
Logan's POV. Lester bustles into my hotel room, all fast breath and sweaty. His iPad rests in his hand. His muscled biceps flexes given how the sleeveless shirt he's wearing leaves his arms exposed. I've just finished bathing, eager to prepare and dive into our next hunting destination. Days have bled into weeks with Lester and I searching for Ivy across the world. The bitch vanished after her stinging betrayal, leaving no trace. Her right-hand man, Vistus, is the one running the diaries while Ivy jumps from one place to another. She knows I'm hunting her, and I won't stop until I find her. I gaze at Lester who mindlessly treads closer to me, blurting out. "I guess I know Ivy's current location." Lester announces and hearing those words makes my belly summersault."How? Let me see," I dart close and snatch the iPad from him, zooming the screen to see the images lurking in it. There's a male news reporter welding a microphone as he blabbers about the new death wave in their com
Third Person POV. The metal bars jangled as Mr. Ford rushed towards it, trying to flutter it open. The others stood behind him, tensed as Riot shoved forward. All baser instincts. Nothing that reeked of Rain's human side remained. "Fucking open the door!!!" Mr. Grant wailed. Hands shaking, the door suddenly seemed too hard to push open. Curses spilled from Ford's mouth as he fumbled with the locks. "Awolllll!!!!" Riot saw darkness, spurred by anger and revenge.Immediately after that growl, announcing her presence, she struck!!! Long, spiked tail swept through the air, striking the Slayers. Eyes wide, mouth dropped open in fear, the men buckled and fell face flat on the ground with a heart-stopping thud. Winces and sputtered words of anger reverberated across the room, coming from them."Fucking Christ!!!" Mr. Fell bolted up, his midriff ripped open and blood fell alongside his bowels. "Fucking fuck! Hanks. Fuck Hankson, my belly. Oh shitttt...." His words dulled to a slur as he
This chapter has triggers.Third Person POV. "It's all done, mayors," Sinai announced when she emerged in the chamber where the mayors were. Their eyes glinted with intent. Smiling hugely, Mr. Hanks dropped his glass of wine on the side table which landed with a clink. "So, she's all prepared to receive us?" He asked Sinai. The older woman nodded, her head hunkered. Despite Rain's refusal to comply with the instructions ladled out, the obedience drug injected into her water had made Rain pliant, ready to be taken by the mayors. "As you ordered, mayor," She intoned. A short, contemptuous laugh whispered from across the room, coming from Mr. Grant. "That's impressive news." He rose, adjusting the invincible crease on his shirt. "I can not wait to dive into that gracious cunt of goodness." Silence met his words, making him veer around to face the others. "Is there a reason for the delay, friends?" Before performing the ritual, it was of prime importance for them to feed sexually
Logan's POV. The car tires scream over the asphalt as I drive into the manor. Hastily, Lester and I alight from the car, slamming the doors shut. My gaze roams around the manor as the guards and patrolling officers begin to come our way, guns pointing directly at us. This was their plan all along. The fucking Slayers. Lester rounds the car until his back slams against mine, making us one against our enemies. The men are uncountable, poised to strike. Lester's breaths permeate my ears as we both take in the advancing enemies. "What should we do, alpha?" He questions, rage seething beneath his skin. They took Rain. They took my Luna. Darkness crawls the edges of my vision as I imagine what pain she must be suffering. No, I can't let these men win me. I can't let them take the gift of the goddess to me-- my mate. Rage spurred to the surface, I growl, "Kill them!" At that, Lester and I roar and shift Into wolves before the men. Then the carnage begins. Roaring into the dark sk
Rain’s POV. “You know, it still surprises me how you managed to hide your true self from me, Rain, despite all I did to trigger you…” Mr. Hanks says, coming closer to me.The wave of anger I feel deep inside me as I stare up at him causes me to spit on his face. Mr. Hanks's eyes darkened. Slowly, his fingers creep up his face and he gently dabs at the slimy liquid. The guards tighten their hold on me, waiting for an order from the mayor. The rest of the Slayers bash me with hateful glares, I feel it dribbling down my joints. Veering my eyes back at Mr. Hanks when I hear him laughing, my lips curl downward.He doubles over again, laughing harder. My face turns beet red as I wonder the reason for the laughter. When he ceases to laugh, he pierces me with his devouring gaze. “This…is such a deja vu moment, Rain.” He boisterously says, throwing his hands up. “What do you mean?” I growl, fighting against the bruising hold of the guards. Mr. Hanks heaves a breath and then hums, “Yulia
Rain's POV. I turn to the next page of the book I've been reading since morning, huffing as I bask in the captivating scenes. Gosh, I've been waiting for so long for the main characters to share their first kiss. Now that it's about to happen, my interest piques and I settle deeper into the chair and cross my legs. Then I savor the words. His possessive words and touch. I don't know when I giggle so loud that the student beside me in the library curses and barks. "Can you keep it down? You ain't the only one reading!" "Oops, apologies," I chatter out and briskly pin my eyes back on the pages of the book. Ohh, the chemistry between them is so powerful, it makes me bite down on my lip. Ahh, I practically shrieked when his lips finally met with hers. The kiss started out slow before turning into a frenzy. And the girl's moan is the perfect sound in such a quiet environment. I don't understand how I can hear it go off in my head. Unknowingly, my shrieks became loud again. It must
Third Person POV. A boisterous cheer ripped from the mayors' mouths. A nice parcel of news had just reached them from the Facility. The Fomorrh has been produced and that was something to be celebrated. "At long last. We've achieved our aim!" Mr. Fell's voice tore through the clinking of glasses in Mr. Hanks' chamber."Ahh, you could say that, Fell. We no longer need to fear them. For they will now be killing each other." Mr. Grant hummed, grabbing a champagne flute from the table, and shuffling to join the others on the line of couches. When Mr. Grant whisked a glance over Mr. Hanks he smiled, knowing the man was basking in their victory. He could see a blooming smile on Mr. Hanks's face. "Our lives shall be ours forever. Oh, I've started making arrangements about the next woman to marry." Mr. Grant chimed in, sipping his drink languidly. He had started buying women from traders across North America, tasting as many women as he could until he found the one tasty enough to be call
Logan's POV. I take a moment to swallow down my beating pulse, my desperation, before uttering. "The Slayers have my father hostage in the dungeon." A slight pause. Then, "I'm thinking he is the one the Slayers' eternal life is bound to."I feel Lester alternating his gaze between me and the witches. Aphrodite scoffs but I don't flinch. I'll do all I can to free my father. The thought of him being in that dungeon for the past two centuries clenches my heart.He wasn't dead all this while I thought I had lost him. I've one family member remaining. One I need to save at all costs. "That has nothing to do with us, alpha Logan. We cannot risk our lives for you or any other..." I barge forward, teeth gritted. "I...am...willing to do all I can just for you to help me. Anything possible, you name it, Aphrodite." My chest is heaving from how hard I breathe. She has to agree. She has to help me. "You don't understand, you do?" Her eyes flare when she looks back at me. Fiercely, Aphrodi
Logan's POV. I erect from the couch I'm lounging on the moment I feel the first sting of Sun rays on me. My eyes narrow as I turn and look out the window. It's fucking morning! I tell myself, feeling the ugly hands of doom on my biceps, it stretches down to my heart. The feeling causes me to pant as I look down at the bottle of Scotch in my hand. I'd drank it down in half. The amber liquid had been my go-to the moment I stepped into the mansion last night. I'd clung to it like it held all the answers I seek. The goal was to drink so hard until I forget about the doom I feel gripping me like a vise. Since the preparation of this war against the Slayers, I've been having this feeling. Like our fucking end is nigh. No, I shake my head, trashing that damn feeling. The Slayers won over us before but not anymore. Now, I've a band of soldiers ready to fight against those men. A band of soldiers that are irresistible to silver and wolfsbane bullets. Hell, the Slayers will be no match t