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Rosalie The stairs continued to descend into the darkness with no end in sight. The cold damp walls were lit at irregular intervals with tall metal torches. It felt like I was descending into hell rather than a historical archive. Lucille clasped my hand in the darkness. Her clammy palm a testament to the nerves that were coursing through her as we took each step. “Just breath.” I try to reassure her, as she stumbles, a small whine escaping her lips. We stopped briefly, allowing her to catch her breath before we continued following the Grand Priestess down, down, further into the worlds core. Eventually, the torches were punctuated with wooden doors. Some look as though they had seen better days. Some were hanging from their hinges, covered in spider webs and rotten wood having become homes for worms and insects crawling about the spongy fibres. Whilst others look brand new. Carved with ornate designs or gilded in gold. “What are all of these doors for?” I wondered out loud. “
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Rosalie The doorknob gave way, creaking with disuse. Just when I thought I had hit success, the door refused to swing open. “Do you really think it would be that easy, White Wolf?” A voice spoke from behind me. Dropping the brass handle, I spin around on my heels coming face to face with the shrouded figure of one of the priestess’, my heart reaching the top of my throat in surprise. The Grand Priestess, or at least I presumed that is who was stood there. It was the same other-worldly voice as the one I spoke to outside of the tower. The same monotone, that seem to echo through the space around you and talk to you from a faraway place. “I had to try.” I gulped back my surprise. “I would have been more surprised if you had not have tried.” She confessed, understanding clawing through her words. But that didn’t help the unease that I felt around these wiccans. “This place is built on pure magic. You cannot fool it so easily.” She made no mention of my stupidity, or even try to at
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Chapter 36 XXXVI Rosalie “Avalon?” I turn to Estelle in disbelief. “As in King Arthur and his round table of knights?” Estelle hummed her agreement, before brushing past and down the stairs. “Is there any fairy tale, that is just that?... A story to lull children to sleep.” “Oh, King Arthur was a very real person. As was Merlin.” I began to follow Estelle down the marble stairs, holding my hand above my eyes I an attempt to shield my eyes from the bright light, when I came to an abrupt halt at the mention of the notorious wizard. The idea of bumping into the Merlin, with his long white beard and wooden staff was enough to blow my mind. “And I am guessing that the lady of the lake lives in the glass lake along with Excalibur and a fire breathing dragon.” I did my best to sound as sarcastic as I could, all the while holding my breath that I wasn’t actually correct. Unfortunately for me, Estelle’s facial expression was enough to quash any thought that I had gotten anythin
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Alexander “Goddess be damned!” I holler, the stacks of papers, missives and map of the coastline scattering across the floor with one swoop of my arm. “He is certainly playing the long game.” Arthur commented in agreement. My outburst not fazing him in the slightest. He had grown used to my mannerism by now. We had been friends since childhood. Neither of us ever thinking that the burden of running a kingdom and looking after the people within it would ever fall on our shoulders. “I like to think he is running scared.” I growl between my teeth in response. It had been four months since we had arrived in East Anglia. I must admit, as war hardened as I was, even to my eyes the sight off of the east coast was enough to terrify even me. You couldn’t see the horizon through the amounting fleet that had gathered. And if it were not for the magical mask that had been used to shield their presence from the lesser creatures living on this earth, every person, whether man or beast, would h
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Rosalie “Helena Walker-Low” I read out loud, my heart soring. “Margaret had a child?” I turn to Estelle. “Yes Rosalie, Margaret had a child. And it looks as if Helena has also had a child born with magic.” She points to the unseen next branch, detailing the birth of another Margaret Walker-Low in bright crimson script. I clap my hands together in delight. I had never felt so much relief. And for the first time since finding out I was pregnant with my own little witch, relief flooded through me. “How do we find them?” I ask, my eyes trailing the paper for any indication of location. “Well, you see, that’s just it…” The dull tone of Estelle’s words were enough to drop me to earth with a bang. “What is it? I don’t understand.” “The Low’s are a very well-known wiccan family. Some may even call them royalty in the wiccan communities. So, it will come as no surprise when I tell you that their location is pretty well known as well.” “Isn’t that a good thing?” I question. My brow furr
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Rosalie The wind ripped through my hair, pulling it from its formerly neat chignon, the long strands whipping my face as I the gale changes its course from one side to the next. The current weather was a reflection of the mood we all felt. After I broke the news of what I intended to do, the airy library soon began to feel like a prison. The four walls beginning to cave in around me. It didn’t matter how beautiful it was. I just wanted to escape. I needed air, and the familiarity of my own home. I needed Alexander. This was as close as I could get. Standing on top of an open hill, looking out across the fields, with the wind billowing around me. There was no Castle Black, no little creak in the distance welcoming me home. No flowery cottage, or even the screams of my happy children. But it was the country side, and it would have to do. The weather was growing worse with each minute that passed by, and from these great heights, looking out towards the west, black storm clouds w
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Alexander The need to get home to Rosalie was becoming too much. It was like an incessant itch under my skin, and it was become intolerable. Connections to one’s own mate were something no one, in the written history of werewolves, had been able to explain or comprehend. But the connection was next to none. We could hear each other’s thoughts when we were within a close enough proximity. We could sense their pain, anguish, happiness even. And we knew when there was something that just wasn’t quite right. That sense of foreboding had been getting increasingly worse with each passing day. Always the sense that there was something going on that I should have been there for… That danger was nearing. And now that the threat of Xavier being on our boarders seemed to have disappeared on its own, I saw no need to be away from her any longer. I knew that what ever Xavier had planned was far from over. And so, with that in mind, I left my war council in place to continue monitoring the sit
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Rosalie “Where have you been?” I spin on the spot. The menace in the words was beyond dispute. They cut through me like a knife. The shocked face of my eldest child, soon forgotten, as I took in the imposing stance of my very angry mate. His body shook with rage. Heat, visibly vibrating around his body. He stood naked. As if he had only just shifted. Doing nothing to cover himself. His eyes bore into mine. And where his eyes were usually blue, two black pits stared back at me, indicating that Silas was still very much present in his mind. “I said, where have you been?” His voice dropped to a deadly low. And knowing that they stood no chance against him, Lucille and Estelle backed away, ushering the children out of the room. Alexander didn’t flinch, didn’t move to chastise them, or refrain them from doing so. He simply stood, staring into my soul. “Your home?” I try to keep my voice light and even. I knew that Alex would never hurt me. But I also knew that when he was angry, not
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