The sky bled red as bloody raindrops soaked the ground beneath the angry clouds. The whistling and wailing of the gale force winds sounded like a ravenous wolf that was howling at the full moon, but there was no moon in sight, just angry black clouds that spat large crimson droplets.“What's happening? Why is it raining blood?" Zander asked Lance. “I don't know," he answered as he lifted his head to the sky. Bolts of heavy lightning, devastating thunders, and unpredictable rhythms of the merciless torrential rainfall unleashed an evil force that opened the black gates of hell. The wicked rainstorm continuously exerted its intense attack on the town of Dead Man's Cave and its inhabitants. The group stood on the top of the hill and stared as far as their eyes could see. The rock-like raindrops were pounding and hammering against every surface they hit with a vigorous rhythm of rumbling thunders, replicating the perpetual pounding sounds of a Japanese Taiko drum concert. Water level
ISIS' POV There is a scream of the mouth and lungs, and then there is a scream of the eyes and soul. But these damn banshees were screaming with their every might. It was the kind of scream that bypassed the ears, so it could speak right to the heart.Their piercing howls of death almost blew a hole in my chest with an ice-cold magnum. The searing agony caused my vision to blur. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move, and my head was spinning, threatening to shut down altogether. My ears popped with a crack so loud it echoed through me, sending more ripples of pain to my already bleeding brain. My head spun violently now, and I tried to move. I opened my eyes just in time to see Zander fighting off two of the banshees. I looked up, and I saw the other four ghastly figures encircling me, like sharks circling their prey. One of them hovered closer to me, with her eyes gouging out and bloodied from crying. She had a sickening grin plastered over her face. “We're just messengers. This
???'s POV I watched the chosen one and his friends follow Charon to the river. He was rude to them, but you couldn't blame him. He was overworked and underpaid. Working for the most powerful God would make anyone tired and frustrated. And Charon was more than that. He was lonely and grumpy. He hated his job. They walked for a couple of minutes until they came upon a boat. It was bigger than they thought it'd be. “Welcome to my Soul Boat," Charon spoke with a sound emitting from him that resembled a cackle. It was made up of different pieces of old boats. Boards of all textures and realms joined together to make up the body of the floating device. “Will that stay afloat?” Carson asked. “It looked like it was shipwrecked and left out in the sun too long.”“Who said that?” Charon bellowed. “No one," Zander answered. “But I won't lie. I am also concerned. Will it be able to take us safely across the river?"“Yes. Just pay me, so I can get you across. I'm getting tired of seeing you
Zander inhaled, welcoming the crisp freshness of the untainted atmosphere. No scent of death, nor decay, nothing repugnant lingered in the surrounding air. The forest was a pretty contrast of oak-brown and it seemed so primitive. They were awed by the size and majesty of the trees. Their knotted arms rose ever upwards, as far as the head could lift. They were hoary fortresses and stood proudly. The orchestra of birdsong could be heard from miles away. It was spirit-refreshing to smell the musky mix of the forest’s perfume. “The air is so clean here," James declared. And Declan couldn't remember a time when he had enjoyed a cleaner supply of oxygen. They walked through the umber-brown, ancient forest. It was like a leafy paradise, reeking of age. Its woody incense was from centuries of snapping branches crashing to the forest’s floor and twisting silently. Every sprawling tree they passed under reminded them of a watchful guardian, a silent sentinel of the groves. An ore-gold moon
Even the clouds that were now in view with the rising sun seemed like it was plucked out from a painting of a perfect picnic day. The lacy white-edged clouds were like puffs of white magic as they rolled in over acres of blue sky.It didn't take our heroes long to arrive at the bottom of the summit. The green carpeted forest began to fade as the ground became dry and chalky. Their eyes noticed the mountain. It seemed like any other mountain, with sides that were covered with old-growth forests and the farmland below was fertile, but lay against the bright blue sky was a craggy volcano that seemed like it had been simmering for ages. The white wisps rose from the top like the fumes from a burning chimney that was giving away the location of a lonesome cottage hidden away deep in the woods. “Of course, the dragons live up there," Hazel spoke with sarcasm. Julia was loving it, though she had always had a fascination with volcanoes and volcanic activities. “James and I will scale the l
The distinct change in atmosphere was immediately apparent. The cave’s hot, dry climate was an abrupt contradiction to the fresh, cool air our heroes left behind outside. Hazel wrinkled her nose against the musty smell permeating the air of this place. They followed behind Layla and ventured deeper into the rock-strewn cavern. Zander was worried about how Hazel would react when she sees what was taking place inside. He didn't have the time to tell the others what he and James saw when they entered the cave earlier. Hazel's mind-link barrier was too weak, so all telepathic communications with her were weakened. Suddenly, a flock of winged-creatures swept across the apex of the cave, producing screeching shrieks that rang through the whole cavern. Everyone except Layla and Declan, who still had an unconscious Seraphina in his arms, knelt with their hands covering their heads. They kept absolutely still until the raging horde of bats finally subsided, and everything was unruffled again.
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“What the hell is a witch doing here?" Scorch yelled, his eyes flashing orange as his blood boiled. He gently set his sister on the ground before standing to his feet again. “There are no weapons allowed in here," he fumed. Smoke literally seeped from his ears, and his eyes were bloodshot with anger. Dragons believed witches were the ultimate evil weapons because of how the Moon Goddess used a Dark Witch's help with the creation of the Dragon Shifters. “Just calm down. Isis means you no harm," Zander explained calmly, while he raised his hands in protest. Scorch ignored the Wolfman. “I should burn this witch down to the bone," Scorch roared as he attempted to run towards the old woman.“Oh, stop it now," Julia cursed. “And put me down," she yelled. Two macho dragons carefully placed their queen down while Scorch paused in his tracks, staring daggers at Isis. “Now, why do you hate witches so much?”“They are evil," Layla explained. “We weren't as lucky as the wolves to be solely crea
Alfonso led the group through the secret underground passageway beneath the castle. The air suddenly gained a musty, damp smell, the smell of death and decay. Nobody spoke until they reached a grey door hidden in the wall. “This is it, the entrance to the library.” Alfonso whispered.“And you're certain no one will be in there?” Alpha Zander double-checked. He replayed the plan over and over in his head, but something didn't feel right in the pit of his stomach. “Yes I'm sure. Prince Magnus or his guards never come here. They stay in the North and West wing of the castle.” Alfonso exhaled as he pressed the indention in the wall and the door quietly slid open. “Let's go, but be quiet.”Declan was the first person who tried to enter through the door. Zander yanked him back by his collar. “Where the fuck do you think you're going?”“I cannot stay behind Alpha. Maddox and I will go mad if we don't go to her.”“Declan, you can't go,” Lucinda warned. “But she's my mate,” he yelped.“I kn
ANONYMOUS POV"Blink! Blink!" Alpha Zander tried to coax himself. He still seemed to believe his ears had deceived him. Did the queen just say Hazel was with child? He asked himself and his wolf, Gidian answered. "That is undoubtedly what she said. Not that it's impossible, but how come we can't smell our pup inside her?"Zander's fingers stroked the side of his Luna's face, who wasn't moving an inch. "I don't know, but I think Lucinda knows why," Zander replied telepathically to his wolf. The way how Lucinda was staring told him she had some idea of what was going on. Currently, he didn't know what to make of the situation.The other werewolves were thinking the same. Confusion, excitement, and concern were only a few emotions that were swirling around in the air. And also staining the air with an enormous punch was fear. Fear of what this may mean for Luna Hazel. James remembered the first time he smelt his son growing inside Sue-Ling, the she-wolf he was set to marry. A wave of
HAZEL'S POVShe looks like me; I thought, or maybe I look like her. My hair was still dripping wet as I trudged back to the hideout. Maddox dashed off so quickly before I could even get two sentences in. I knew he didn't mean to peep on me, and it was my fault, anyhow. I knew better than to be taking baths in lakes in places that were strange to me. But I was just so irritated and my blood seemed hot, so I had to cool down. I promised myself I'd talk with Declan when I saw him. My footsteps were silent as I hiked up to the others. Lucinda's head fell backward as she laughed, just the way I always do. Her nose was a clone of mine, and her hair, though it was styled in many braids, was the same length as mine, just a bit more kinky. I glared at the woman who left me at birth, my eyes welled with tears. There were so many times I wished I had her around when I was growing up. I quickly blinked back my tears and proceeded toward them. My stomach churned the way Isis was treating her; l
DECLAN'S POVThis was torment, real torture. My wolf and I couldn't help but stare. Like glue, our views were stuck on our Luna bathing in the river. Her waist-length hair was dripping wet and delicately settled over her shoulder. Her rear was to us, and her bodacious backside was making my appendage jerk in need. I would rather not be there anymore. I wanted to go, but Maddox's paws kept creeping forward closer to her. “What are you doing?" I urged my wolf. “Let's go back."“I can't. There's something in the air telling me she is my mate," he explained. I wanted to agree with him since I felt it too. But out of respect and love for my alpha, I had to do the right thing. “But she isn't. She belongs to our Alpha and this is wrong," I told him. This caused him to stop, but not before stepping on a twig. The sound startled Hazel and made her to turn hastily in our direction. She was ringing out the excessive water from her hair. Maddox went into a panic when his eyes engaged with hers
Poor James stood completely frozen in front of his mate. His companions were just as mesmerized by the woman they saw. Her hair was woven into long micro-braids that touched the small of her back. Her Nubian nose was a little different, it had a tiny jewel that glinted on the left side. But the ebony-black skin, the wispy eyelashes, the plump coral lips, and the eyebrows that were always turned up at the inward tips, furrowed, as if judging everything you're doing, were exactly as James remembered. His eyes raked her figure. She seemed more mature, and he liked that. It had been 19 years since he'd seen her, so of course she'd look different. But one thing was for sure: she was even more beautiful than ever. “Lucinda,” James whispered. “Is it really you?” He held his breath and closed his eyes. Lucinda stretched out her fist and ran her palm over his cheek. James gasped for air, leaning into her touch. His frame erupted with sparks at every juncture of his body. “Yes, my love. It i
Hazel grew up watching fairytales on Disney Channel. She puckered her lips and kissed the Frog Prince with Tiana. Just like Belle, she fell in love with the Beast. She and Gabrielle danced with Pocahontas in the wind, and she can't forget when she fought a war with Mulan. Fairytales had always been her thing. So her imagination conjured up what she thought the Fae World would look like; gold, silver, and shimmer everywhere. She even pictured pink talking clouds that tasted like cotton candy. But to her dismay, she wasn't prepared for the truth.The portal vanished with a tremendous cracking sound, like glass being broken, leaving our nine supernatural friends stupefied. There was no wind in the Fae World. Pieces of the sky were falling like dried paint from a wall. “Is this it, Mommy? Is this where you're from?" Tia looked up to a teary-eyed Cedella. Her ghostly tears were the only shimmering detail Hazel saw. Cedella couldn't answer her daughter. The only thing she could do was moa
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DIMITRI'S POVMy ears kept ringing, tuning out the tautologies of the merman. My bloodlust increased, and my body couldn't fathom what I just learnt. I sunk my fangs into my bottom lip out of anger. “Impossible!” Zander raged. Gidian was reeling at the forefront, ready to rip into someone. Maybe me. And Alpha Zander wasn't even trying to hold him back. “Are you sure?”“Yes. I'm sure of it.” The merman stated. “And what says you two?” Zander asked the witches. “I—I am not certain. The child calls Lucifer uncle, so we thought she was his kin,” Freya let out. “That would explain Zoey's protectiveness of her. Plus the child did seem attached to Zoey,” Prudence wondered out loud. I couldn't take this anymore. I felt the skin on my back parting. My wings only ever came out when I was feral, and, trust me, I was close. “Dimitri. Calm down. We will bring them back,” Julia stated. “You're right.” I calmed down. “We can use the same portal stone to get back into Lucifer's hideout.” “I'm
Dazed and disoriented, Freya studied the white-haired woman who was inching closer to her. Her curvaceous body with her silver hair and milky eyes made her a looker. She was beautiful, but there was something so familiar about the woman, like she'd met her before. Isis paused when she noticed Freya's confused stare. “It is I, child. Isis.”“Wait, what? But you're supposed to be old.” Freya gasped. “That's because she did something bad,” another voice made it through the rubble. Isis's gaze shot to the slender woman, pushing her body up off the ground and dusting the debris off her clothes. “Prudence!” Isis yelped. “Hello, Isis,” Prudence grinned. Tears pooled in her eyes as she pushed past her sister and fell into Isis's arms. “Oh, my child,” Isis cried. “You're alive.”“Yes. I am.”“Wait, I don't understand. How do you look so young and fresh?” Freya wanted to know. “Forget about that and come give me a hug,” Isis declared. Freya rushed and dove into Isis's arms. “I'm so happy