“What?!”I nearly jump out of my skin.“The monsters from inside the forest?!”The boy makes a sad face, “You don’t like them? But they’re a part of me. Does that mean you don’t like me?”He tilts his head and I feel the temperature drop around us. There’s more meaning to his question and I’m not stupid. He may look like a child but he is far more dangerous.And I have a feeling that being inside a dream isn’t going to offer me any protection.“I don’t dislike you,” I say, slowly, my eyes are on the crazily flickering shadows. “But you said they were monsters who wanted to hurt me and now you’re saying something else. So, I’m a little concerned.”He snaps back to normal almost immediately, beaming, “Oh! Yeah, they do want to hurt you but they can’t. I won’t let them. I’ll never let anything hurt you, Isabel. You’re mine.”My blood curdles in cold fear at the darkly possessive edge to his tone. “Okay, um,” I look around. Not my circus, not my monkeys. I’m not even going to tou
His tone is so dismissive that it takes me aback, “Y-You do?”I move my hand only to gasp out in shock and pain.My forearms. They’re burning!“You have been harmed,” The child’s voice is filled with a vicious anger, one I can’t focus on at the moment. Both my forearms are throbbing in unimaginable pain and I swallow a sob, “Why is it hurting here? I’m dreaming. It shouldn’t-”My voice cuts off when I hear the cracking thunder sound, “What-”The sky is a pitch black and when my eyes swivel towards the child before me, his own eyes are flashing in ruthless fury, “They will pay in blood.”I try to speak, to give him some information to find me but my voice is not working. It takes me a heartbeat to realize that my hands are fading.I’m waking up.My mouth is moving but nothing is coming out.My eyes fly open to a searing pain in my lower abdomen just as something hard makes contact with it again.I scream in pain as the force of the kick has me thrown against the wall, my bac
So far, I’ve only seen one member of the Rhoder Tribe, and even that I had not been entirely sure about. But seeing this figure before me, I feel a different sort of terror seize me.Their eyes are pitch black, no pupil, no iris. It’s hard to to understand how someone is feeling when you can’t see their eyes.It has a humanoid face, a blue robe covering its body.“Demon,” its voice is cold, striking fear within me. There’s power in its voice. Ancient power.I stand there frozen in fear and then the one holding my chain, yanks it, making me fall to the ground on my knees. It’s a humiliating position but I’m not really in a position to argue right now.Damien, where are you?!My desperation is growing. There is no way I can get out of this situation as badly injured as I am. “You got our message?” The creature standing in the doorway tilts his head before studying me, “You brought us the Righ.”“Yes, we did,” the demon holding my leash sneers. “You keep her for us and we wil
“Fera?!”She looks injured, her arm in a human looking cast, her face battered, dried blood still staining her clothes which makes me think that she hasn’t been here recently.I hobble towards and her gait is also uneven as she covers the remaining distance.She wraps her uninjured arm around my shoulders and I burst into tears, “I’m so glad you’re alive!”I can’t move my forearms because the bone has regrown in a twisted way but I don’t care.“They said they had – They said that they cut you into –”“They lied,” Fera says, darkly. “The Rhoder Tribe got me out of there in time.”“Damien-”“I don’t know,” her voice is filled with a quiet pain. “I wasn’t in the room. I was trying to get to you but they came at me and – I tried going back for you and Damien but –”“The demon king is alive,” The member of the Rhoder Tribe says, calmly. “We were contacted by those who swore allegiance to you, Righ. They sensed danger to you and held off the attackers. However, when we arrived, the
“This wasn’t here before,” I sit up, feeling confused as I study my palm.I know for a fact that this tattoo wasn’t on my palm before Caleb put me under. But I never got the chance to check after, the situation being what it was.Fera studies my palm before touching the mark. She shook her head, “I can’t feel anything, no magic.”“You think they branded me?” I ask, slowly.“Your skin would be burnt,” Fera says, bluntly. “And if they had branded you, it would have healed.”She has a point.“Does it hurt or does it feel strange in any way?”I shake my head.She lowers my hand, “Then we can deal with this later. Tell me how you’re feeling.”I don’t think it’s okay to just ignore this random tattoo that appeared on the palm of my right hand but then there are other pressing matters to deal with.“Better,” I admit. “My arms feel like they’re back to normal. My wounds feel better overall.”Fera is quiet, her eyes heavy. She’s holding my hand, absentmindedly, and I nudge her, “How
“What happened to Seth and to Lou and-”“Lou and Dayla had been fighting alongside me,” Fera says, slowly. “But all my gurards were slowly being pushed away from me. I was being isolated. I don’t know where they went. Seth – Seth had my back.”She sounds worried which is odd since I know how furious Fera was with Seth over what happened to Damien. “He got injured. He’s a good fighter but even he couldn’t take on twenty fighters at once.”“So, he-?” My question is hesitant.“I don’t know,” is her grim response. “What I find strange is that even if I couldn’t see through the plotting and planning, Seth has been with Damien this whole time. Why didn’t he see through everything?”Her question has merit and I try not to take obvious route. That Seth had been involved.Fera is silent and then she murmurs, “I guess I never gave Damien enough credit. To think he struck up an alliance with the Rhoder Tribe without anyone so much as catching wind of it.”“Those demons, they said that
My eyes fly open in shock and I can feel the tension in the room almost instantly.The two females in the room are standing at the edge of my bed, weapons in their hands, their backs to me, their stance both protective and battle ready.There are voices coming from outside, loud, angry voices.Voices that I recognize.Fear strikes me and I scramble to my feet, “What is happening?”“You have nothing to fear, Righ,” Jeznel says, tightly. “You are safe here.”Her mantra doesn’t seem to be doing anything to quell my fears. I can hear the sounds of people shouting outside and the clash of weapons.For some reason, I don’t believe them right now.“How do they know where I am?” I can’t help this panicked feeling inside of me. But at the same time, I can feel my wolf ready to attack at any moment. “They must have tracked you by the chains they held you captive with,” Veneez sounds calm but from the way she adjusts her body, it seems she’s gearing for an attack.“Fera-”“We don’t kn
The silent is deadly and I look up to see Damien standing in the doorway. He has the same lazy expression on his face, but his eyes, his eyes are different.I always thought that Damien had an obvious streak of cruelty in him but right now, I can see it in a way that makes my skin crawl in fear.There is something inhumane in his eyes, this lack of care for any living thing.“You should remove your hands from my woman, Latlin, or I’ll be removing your hands and those of your entire line, along with other very crucial body parts.”Latlin is frozen, “H-How? How are you here? How are you alive?”“My mate, please” Damien says, patiently. However, Latlin’s hand tightens around my neck and I gasp for air.“You – You’d better do what we tell you to,” his voice is unsteady, filled with fear, “or we’ll kill your mate!”“You’ll kill her?” Damien smiles but his eyes are flashing in a way that makes my heart nearly stop. “Y-Yes!” Latlin seems to gain some confidence when Damien doesn
DAMIENYears pass slowly when eternity is no longer in sight.Standing on the edge of the balcony of the bedroom I’ve shared with Isabel for five hundred years, I watch the lush lands in the distance. The demon realm has never prospered like this before. I’ve never been this content before.In the distance, I hear laughter and I look over to see two of my older sons carrying their sisters in their arms while my other daughter run after them, Cerebus trailing after them.I’ve had children before. I’ve watched them pass on. I still watch over their families. But this is different. This is more precious. Isabel has given me so many children and for once, I will not have to watch them die before me. Twenty strong children, half of whom are now leading their own lives, coming back to visit us. I have never once regretted sharing my life span. Now I get to enjoy my beautiful mate for centuries to come before we move on from this world. Speaking of my mate, I hear her voice.“Junip
I clutch on to Damien’s still body as I see Balin’s body dissolve into nothing within seconds. There is hush across the battlefield as everyone stares in shock at what has just taken place.‘Justice.’The words echoes in everyone’s ears and then I see the realization hit the elves about what is coming to them. The begin to flee.But only if it was that easy.One by one, they fall, their deaths painful and horrific sights.The battle which had come to a halt because of Damien’s sacrifice has now been ended by the interference of the Gods. There is no guilt within me.There is just dark and vicious satisfaction.Let them burn. Let them feel what it is like.The whole thing is over within a couple of minutes and the silence stretches across the field.Finally, the Gods face me, ‘What do you wish from us?’My eyes flicker towards Damien and when I look up, the field is gone. Both me and Damien are in this white space that has no end.“The elves are gone,” I say with great di
My heart is filled with a broken pain that I can’t breathe past.They showed up. But they showed up too late.I’ve lost everything.Damien isn’t breathing. I pull out the spears one by one, ignoring the presence of the beings, tears falling down my face, my chest so tight with pain that I think it will burst. I can’t feel our mating bond!Oh, God! I can’t feel him anymore!The wail that rips from my throat at the realization that he’s left me all alone is a terrifying sound. The earth begins to shake as my grief grows out of control. These powers, these abilities, they’re useless to me!My heart is tearing out of my chest in my madness, the ground shaking.Let it all burn!Let them all die!‘Child.’The voice echoes in my head again and this time I look at those beings, my face ravaged with the tears of a broken woman.‘You cannot destroy these realms.’“I cannot?” I snarl, “Just who do you think you are to tell me what I can or cannot do?!”The more upset I am, th
Mara’s anticlimactic death has me reeling. But now is not the time to worry about that. I shift into my wolf form, attacking the enemy with a ruthlessness. It’s true what the witch said. My mating bond has increased my strength. I feel lighter on my feet as I wade through the elves like they’re ants. My speed is faster, although not to the level of that of Damien’s.I can feel some of my abilities leaking through but I’ve still not been able to access my abilities. I’m a little disappointed. I thought weakening the seal would have more of an impact but aside from this soft leakage of warm sensation, there is nothing else.I feel frustrated but I can’t do anything.Damien, though.Damien is stronger than I have ever seen. He’s cutting down the elves with speed, his focus sharp. His laughter is vicious and despite that, my heart flutters in my chest at how glorious he looks. I look at him and that is my mistake.You never allow yourself to get distracted on the battlefield.A
The troops are already waiting in their battle positions when we arrive.Damien brings me with him to the battlefield. He’s wearing a suit of dark armor and I feel tense, “The Rubab Stone-”“I’ll have to be more careful,” his voice is calm. “Last time I wasn’t as aware. This time I know I am not invincible.”“Damien,” my heart is twisting in my chest. “I-”He cups my cheek, his voice gentle, “I’ll be fine, little wolf. Just don’t leave your guards.”I know he would have preferred to stash me somewhere but it’s clear that he wants me close by. After so many traitors popping up after the first battle, it only makes sense.“Don’t let anybody catch you off guard,” he thrusts a sword into my hand. “Trust your instinct when you fight. They’re going to try and separate us. Let’s make sure that, that doesn’t happen.”I give him a small smile, feeling a sliver of hope on seeing his confidence.“Okay.”I get on my toes and press a sweet kiss to his mouth.We don’t get more time togethe
“What is it?” “Something has happened in the demon realm,” he says, grimly, before looking down at my hand.I shake my head, “The pain is gone.”“Good, let’s go.”“Thank you,” I give the witch a weak smile, not knowing whether to actually be grateful or blame her for the wrong that has happened in my life. But it’s always a good idea to be graceful.She waves us off and I’m in Damien’s arms as he runs out of the cave, past the trees, towards the temple.“The portal-”“Caleb will open it when I give the signal,” he’s not even out of breath as he rushes down the temple where the shrine gates are.As we move towards the town, I grab his shoulder, “Wait! What is that?!”The sky is orange.“How long were we inside?” I mutter. “Is the sun rising?”“No,” Damien says after a long moment. “It’s fire. The town has been set on fire.”“We have to help-”But Damien holds me back, “Look.”For a moment, I don’t understand what he is saying. And then I see the arrows shooting within the
“There has to be something someone can do,” I ask, forcing my voice to stay calm, despite the roiling fear inside of me.The witch’s voice is kind now, “I’m afraid not. You’re not the first who has tried to seek a way to undo the curse.”It’s hard to keep my tears at bay. The tears are not of sadness but rather of the crippling fear of the unknown future that awaits me. At this point, I am already aware of the nature of the painful deaths a majority of the Righs faced. It was just physical pain they had to go through, that would have been fine. Horrifying as it may be, one can tolerate that to an extent. But seeing your loved ones be tortured? The mental anguish is not something I will be able to take any longer. My suffering may be different from that of the previous Righs. It may not even compare. But for me, it is enough. I am reaching my breaking point. There are so many people in my life that I now care about, so many people who can be used against me. It frightens me to th
The witch studies me, “There have been numerous prophecies recorded about the Righs over time but there was one that was recorded by a Righ who was born to a Seer and a witch. You can call it a curse or a prophecy.”I instantly remember what I saw. The memory of the battlefield. The woman who was held down, screaming.My blood turns to ice as I recall that memory. It still gives me nightmares. “The downfall of the elves. From the hands of the weakest of the Righs. And right now,” the witch looks at me, “no offence, but you are the weakest Righ there is.”I’m being hit by so many curveballs that getting my feelings hurt is at the bottom of the list right now.“It’s funny that you think I’m going to bring about the downfall of the elves when I can’t even protect myself or use my abilities.”My voice is tight with barely restrained anger.“The stars have aligned and the stars have never lied before,” the witch says, easily. “The time is drawing nearer for the final battle.”I don
I feel my knees turn weak, “What?”“But you created the seal!” Damien snaps. “You should be able to break it!”“Logically, yes,” the witch says, calmly. “But this seal is special. It draws its power through sacrifice of fate. Those spells are impossible to break.”A shutter falls over Damien’s face, “What have you done?”I look between the two feeling like I’m in the dark, “What does she mean? What do you mean by a sacrifice of fate?”The witch studies me and for the first time, I see a glimmer of sympathy in her eyes for me, “I don’t think you want to know the answer to that.”I push past Damien, “I do. What do you mean a sacrifice of fate?! Whose fate?!”She looks at Damien before meeting my gaze, “The Righ is a powerful entity. You think it was easy for even somebody like me to be able to contain your powers? No. If I had used a normal spell, as strong as I might have tried to make it, it would have broken against your powers. I needed something stronger. Something that woul