Naomi's PovI came to a sad realization; I was lost in a glimmering world filled with inclement coldness, dismal light, and, more importantly, thick herb-scented air. A scorching throb grazed my aching head as I struggled all the more to focus on the previous night. This could not have been Lucian's mansion or the Shadows' quarters.The walls were stone and cold, ancient and damp, with cracks all over formed like veins on some fading skin.The air was thick with something heavy, something I could not name. My tongue was bitter; it seemed I had been drugged. And then it all came flooding back. DeLuna. The one behind this entire thing. Darkness blotted her betrayal, sharp and cruel. My fingers curled to form fists, and I grunted as I sat up, ignoring the pain shooting throughout my body. DeLuna was at the far end of the room, bent over a wooden table where something was grounded into a thick paste. The odor was intolerable, harsh on the nostrils, so much so that it was canine-like.
Lucian's PovThe message from DeLuna had come through as clear as the summer sky. She wanted every piece of my land, businesses, and every ounce of my power. All in exchange for Naomi. We were scheduled to meet tomorrow at Lakeside View.The weight of the demand pressed heavily against my chest as I glared at the note she'd sent. Laced with something sinister. I could practically hear the humor in her tone as I read her words. Travis paced the room, furrowing his brow. "Lucian, are you sure she is going to keep her word?" There was an edge of doubt in his voice.I let my breath out explosively. "DeLuna's not to be trusted." My fingers had curled around the phone, crushing it. "But we have no choice. Naomi's life depends on it." Travis came to a stop, his eyes turning dark. "And if she doesn't play her part?" "Then I'll make sure she will regret ever having played this game." A silence stretched between us.The past few days had been chaos: Naomi was missing, and it had left a hol
DeLuna’s PovWhat happened? I paced in the dim room, blood and smoke lingering in the air, and my hands shaking, my head reeling at the reality of Naomi, Lucian, and Travis being gone. Gone. This hadn't been supposed to go down in such a way. Naomi hadn't been supposed to leave me. She hadn't been supposed to have gone, she should have realized where she actually belonged at my side. But she'd been taken from me, and for all for that damn stupid Alexander’s sake. My eyes flashed at his dead form at my feet, pockmarked with spines I'd inserted into him. Blood surrounded him, sinking into crevices in the flooring, a dark, conclusive stamp of betrayal. You ruined everything, I snarled in my head.You should have been smarter, I whispered, my voice hoarse, broken with the feeling of anger cussing through my veins.I let out a bitter laugh, the second harsh in the otherwise silent room. There was no one left to hear it, but I couldn't stop the bitterness from spilling out.My hands
Naomi’s PovThe first time I entered Lucian’s mansion, I felt a conflicting mix of exhaustion and relief. I could sense a whiff of familiarity in its scent, a mix of cedar and leather, surrounding me with a long-familiar aroma. Warmth in its midst, a contrast to all I'd experienced, surrounded me. As I stood in the passage way, my legs almost gave way beneath me, but I forced myself to remain upright.The Mansion's silence surrounded me, a stark contrast to the chaos I had just left behind.I was relieved and felt tense at the same time. I had no idea what to expect here, but I felt a strange sense of comfort in the stillness.I hadn't even taken in my surroundings when Emma hurried towards me, her arms out in a warm hug. "Naomi!" she cried out, her voice filled with joy. I almost collapsed on her, but when she touched me, she took a step back, a worried expression taking its place in its stead. Her eyes roved over me, taking in my gaunt frame. "Naomi…you're so thin," she cried ou
Naomi’s PovWe moved into Lucian’s residence, and a strange sensation crept over my heart. Relief? Uncertainty? Fear? Perhaps a little of each. I'd hoped it would not go according to plan. For days, I'd fantasized about the worst. Lucian took me in and locked me in a dark room, punishing me for my wrongdoings, or, worse, looking at me with hatred in his eyes. But that hasn’t happened. Rather, he'd taken me in with arms open. I took my position in the grand entrance hall, dim chandeliers illuminating warm, soft lights over polished floors. All seemed too quiet, too still, as the walls seemed to inhale and exhale in harmony with me. Was it over?Alexander. Dead.Bain. Lost.Aaron. Erased. My tormenters, one at a time, fell. Would the others fall too? Would all slave dealers, all buyers, all depraved monsters living off misery cease to occupy this earth? A strong desire, an impossible one, but one I clung to with my whole heart. I breathed out, my hands folded in my dress, and
Travis’ PovI hesitated outside Lucian’s door, my hand hovering just above the wooden frame. Dead silence. It wasn’t the kind of silence that suggested rest or peace. It was thick, weighted, like something had been left unsaid in that room. I knocked. Once. Twice. Still, no sound. A flicker of worry sparked inside me. With everything that had happened, I wouldn’t put it past Lucian to let his emotions get the better of him. Naomi had been at the center of all the chaos. The deception, the war, the painful choices. And yet, she was still here.I knocked again, this time louder. A beat passed. Then, the door creaked open. Lucian stood before me, his expression a mixture of annoyance and reluctance. His grip on the doorknob tightened, his jaw clenching as though I had just interrupted something… important. He just left the door open and he headed back.My eyes flickered past him. Naomi. She sat in his arms on the couch, her body relaxed against his. Her smile was small but
Naomi's PovToday was the day. The D-Day, as they called it. The day we would hopefully put an end to Deluna’s reign of terror. The weight of what lay ahead pressed on my chest, but I wasn’t going to let fear control me.Everyone was preparing. Weapons were being sharpened, and some muttering their last minute prayers.And yet, as I sat here, my mind was not on the battle. It was on her.Deluna.Despite everything DeLuna had done, the confusion she had brought, the destruction, the bloodshed, the lies. I couldn’t help but feel that beneath her hatred, there was still something good left in her. If she truly wanted us dead, she could have destroyed us long ago. She was powerful enough. Ruthless even. But she hadn't.That had to mean something, didn't it?I wasn't foolish enough to think she could simply be talked out of her darkness, but a part of me, maybe the most naive, hopeful part, wondered if there was another way. A way that didn't have to end in more loss.I hoped that, when w
Lucian's PovI couldn’t help but feel the knot of anxiety twist tighter in my stomach as the hours passed.Today was the day.The day we would face Deluna head-on. I could only hope that my plan wouldn’t fall apart at the seams. There were so many variables, so many ways this could go wrong, but I can’t afford to think about that now. The stakes were too high.I exhaled sharply, rolling my shoulders to shake off the tension.Deluna knew us very well. She was always three steps ahead, and that’s why I kept reminding myself, never underestimate her.She would stop at nothing to get what she wanted, and I had to make sure we were ready for whatever she threw our way."It’s persistent, this one," one of our allies spoke, his voice rough but resolute. "Deluna is clear, she won’t back down unless we show her we’re serious. She said I could only protect Naomi with our armies and the armies of our allies in place." He wiped his brow, as if the weight of his words had just sunk in.I nodded,
Lucian's PovYears had elapsed since Deluna’s fall, and despite the wounds of war, the world had begun healing. What once had been a country full of tyranny and fright lived with hope in its heart. Vampires, living under Deluna’s tyranny, were free at long, long last. And I, with Naomi, had sworn ourselves to seeing freedom stretch to each and every soul yet living in shackles. We fought together, forging alliances, destroying whatever of Deluna’s corrupt empire lay in its path, and providing refuge and protection to souls that lived for too long in misery and agony. And yet, even with all that we accomplished, the greatest transformation hadn’t been in the world at all—it had been in me. Naomi tamed my rougher corners, taught me in virtue of love, in hope, and most of all, in the fact that redemption existed. And I, seeing her sit out on our balcony, in sunlight and in gold, bathing in sunlight, I saw that my greatest purpose no longer lay in commanding a people, but in protectin
Naomi’s PovThe battlefield hung in a dead, matted quiet. Once, with a reek of death and sorcery, but now with a mere whisper of wind, it breathed. The sky, which was shrouded in Deluna’s shadow, seemed lighter.I turned and looked around us, and saw the faces of my companions who fought with us. Some I recognized, scarred in battle, with looks of both loss and relief etched onto them. Others… Others were not with me.Travis.Alexander.Bane.They'd gone, some dead, and gone, whose fate I could not say. But one reality I could not deny is that those who fought with Deluna, who fought to maintain Deluna’s tyranny, died with her.Some of them, perhaps, still lay in shadows, but if ever again… They'd have to answer to us.I breathed out, a slow, deep one.Lucian, noting my hesitation, stroked my hair behind my ear, out of my face. His fingers were rough but kind, a reminder of battles won, of wars won, and of love won in choosing him."We did it," he whispered, eyes bloodshot and intent
Lucian's PovThe seconds ticked in slow motion as I saw Naomi’s delicate form move towards me. The whole scenario seemed dreamlike, a nightmare I couldn’t awaken from. And then, in a matter of a split second, her form collapsed onto the ground. Everything else melted, my eyes refocusing onto Naomi's dying form at my feet. My heart thudded savagely in my chest, a thudding beat drowning out everything else. "No… Naomi…" I faltered, dropping onto my knees at her side, my shaking hands extending out towards her. “No, no, no. This can't happen.” I touched her face, and her face was dispiritedly cool to my fingertips. Something deep and suffocating took over, its talons closing in my heart. Her eyes shut, her mouth a little apart, but no sign of life moved in them. My voice died in my mouth, taken over with horror. "How far are you willing to go, Deluna?"A faint echo of laughter sounded over my head, Deluna’s mocking laughter, sharp and cutting and rough-edged, like broken glass. How
Naomi’s PovThe battlefield lay covered in shadow, thick with smoke, burning wood, blood, and residues of lingering magic. Under my feet, the earth shuddered minutely, unsure whether this war had actually reached its conclusion. Deluna was a distance of a few feet, her black cloak fluttering a little in the evening breeze, her eyes squinted in observation of me. She yet seemed powerful, untouched by events transpired about her. But I could detect it now, the tiniest tremble of doubt in her eyes. She was starting to understand. Understand that she wasn't as unscathed as she long convinced herself to believe. I breathed in, slow and deliberate, then moved to speak. "What request?" Deluna questioned me, with a taint of distrust in her voice. I jerked my head, raising my chin a notch. "What way would you like to breathe your last?" Her mouth twisted in a cold sneer, but I could detect tension in her shoulder. "You can't do that," she taunted me. I took a pace in her direction. "I
Lucian’s PovI'd long been convinced wickedness took a face and one I'd seen in both monsters and in men, too. But tonight, with dusk consumed and sunset gone, I saw an atrocity that challenged my definitions of wickedness and forced me to redefine them. I'd seen evil I could hardly have dreamed in my most fevered imagination.The sky wasn't at its radiant best, but one contrast alone remained: one silver glow of the moon painted everything with an eerie, dark radiance, and I could almost feel its vigor. I kept moving onward, a burning fury in my heart burning brighter with each pace I took. "Your face, moon," I whispered in a snarl of anger, "tonight, your face bore witness to my friend’s murder." Travis’s dying memories looped in my head forever: laughter, soft comforts, and a shocked cry of betrayal that took him from me. I hadn't seen him coming.Travis, a man who firmly insisted wicked souls bore a glimmer of virtue, lay dead, robbed of life at our hands through a wickedness I co
Deluna’s PovDid I just kill Travis? The question echoed in my mind as I stood in the middle of the battle, blood on the floor. The taste of blood and regret was in my mouth, and I could barely breathe. The silence after the fight was louder than all the noise before.I staggered back, my limbs trembling as I tried to steady myself against a shattered column. Every heartbeat throbbed in my ears, a cruel metronome marking the passing of a moment I could never undo. The pain consumed me deeply; it was as though the very essence of my soul was being torn apart. I felt as if I might die from the weight of my own remorse.For a long while, I recalled our fight. Travis, even in his final moments, had pressed me with questions that now haunted my every thought. His eyes, full of anguish and bitter disappointment, burned into me as though searing my skin. I could still hear his voice in the clamor of my memories: "Why did you do all this, Deluna?" he had demanded, his tone a mixture of sorr
Naomi's PovMy pleas were swallowed by the chaos around us. Amidst the din of battle and the cries of wounded men, I could only hear my own heart breaking. I remembered Travis’s promise from earlier, a promise made with a laugh and a spark of defiant joy. I remembered how he had vowed to come back victorious. And now, that promise lay shattered like glass on cold stone.Lucian looked into my eyes, and for a moment, the anger in his gaze shifted to sadness. "Naomi," he said softly, "we can't bring him back, but we can make sure his sacrifice wasn't wasted." His words felt like both a blessing and a burden. A reminder that this war's cost was counted in blood and lost love.The thought of Deluna, the traitorous witch who caused Travis’s death made me burn with a need for revenge. "Where is she, Lucian?" I demanded, voice trembling with a mix of anger and despair. "I must face her. I must know why she did this. I want her to answer for Travis’s death!"Lucian’s eyes darkened further, and
Naomi’s Pov"Wake me up, someone, please wake me up!"My voice echoed through the pain, like I was calling out to a bad dream. I blinked at the bright light, tasting blood and sweat in my mouth. Everything around me was a blur of red and shadow. I could barely remember the morning, only broken memories of the night before the screams, the clash of steel, and the grief still twisting in my chest."Travis...?" I whispered, my voice breaking. My mind spun with disbelief. Travis Scott, my dearest friend, the one who had always been there to watch my back, to make me laugh even in our darkest moments, was gone. Gone, as if snatched away by some cruel fate. And all because of this cursed war and the betrayal that has splintered our lives. I pressed trembling fingers to my lips, tasting the bitter tang of my own tears. "How… how can this be?" My heart pounded painfully against my rib cage, each beat a reminder of the promise he had made earlier that day. I remembered the way his eyes had sp
Lucian’s PovDeluna’s voice echoed through the hall like a death knell. With her dark eyes burning, and her words laced with venom, she had suddenly declared war in the grand dining hall. “Kill them all, bring Naomi to me!” she roared, her command reverberating off the bloodstained walls. My heart thundered as I took in the chaos. The hall transformed into a nightmarish tableau: broken bodies strewn across the flagstones, heads severed, and crimson pools of blood pooling around fallen soldiers.“Has she forgotten who she’s dealing with?” I spat internally, anger coiling inside. I was not merely a man. I was a rabid vampire warrior fueled by vengeance and duty. I could not let Deluna’s treachery stand.I stepped forward, my voice cutting through the din. “Deluna, face me!” I demanded, halting her advance with my challenge. For a brief, electrifying moment, her eyes widened in astonishment, as if she had not expected me to stand so defiant. It was then that I realized how much our fates