Serena felt hot tears well up and stream down her cheeks as she stared at the man who had just walked into the bedroom. Her heart seemed to stop for a moment before racing wildly she thought it might burst from her chest. She blinked rapidly and rubbed her eyes roughly with the backs of her hands. She was convinced they were playing cruel tricks on her, that her mind was conjuring up this impossible vision out of desperate longing.But no matter how many times she blinked and rubbed, the image before her didn't change or fade away. The man standing there, looking older and more careworn yet still unmistakable, was her father, Walter Bolting - the same man who had been officially announced dead in a horrific car crash days ago. "D-Dad?" Serena called out in a trembling, broken voice thick with disbelief as she forced her heavy feet to move towards him. Her heart thundered in her ears, drowning out all other sounds. She felt lightheaded, almost disconnected from reality like
Serena felt heat rising unbidden to her cheeks as her traitorous mind instantly flashed back to that mortifying incident she'd witnessed on her first day. The lewd scene sprang to life behind her eyes with vivid clarity. Sevens naked, sculpted body glistening with a sheen of sweat as he moved with an inhumane intensity, limbs tangled in a knot of ecstasy, breathy moans and the slap of flesh on flesh filling the air.Serena gave her head a sharp shake, desperately trying to banish the X-rated images from her mind. “I’m fine.” She cleared her throat roughly, unable to meet Seven's piercing gaze. She could feel the weight of his stare boring into her as though he could through her feeble attempt at nonchalance with those unnervingly perceptive eyes of his.Killian, ever the one to bulldoze through awkward silences, immediately piped up with one of his trademark crude remarks. "Well, this spread looks absolutely scrumptious," he drawled, raking an exaggerated look of appreciation o
~At a different location~The gigantic mahogany double doors creaked open, revealing a massive hall that seemed to stretch on forever. The vaulted ceiling disappeared into darkness, giving the unsettling impression that the room opened up directly into some vast, starless void. The room was packed with faces that ranged from curious to perfectly drawn, hardly concealing the blatant desire for power that was burning in their eyes.They were all seated in elaborate high-backed chairs that looked straight out of a medieval torture chamber décor. The strange symbols carefully carved on each chair gave off a very occult vibe. Looking closely, one could swear some of the carved figures were subtly shifting positions when not being stared at directly. All attendees were dressed in all-black attire, with men sporting fitted suits and women donning dresses. All were adorned with faint runes that almost seemed to glimmer with an inner glow in the dim lighting.Some of the symbols wer
The air itself seemed to vibrate with residual energy even afterward.Knox, Enzo, and Meredith strode in at the front while their small entourage followed a few paces behind. The two men cut imposing figures in their crisp, tailored black suits, while Meredith's slinky black dress hugged her curves in a way that would make a Renaissance artist weep. They didn't seem even remotely fazed that the royal family remained stubbornly, insolently seated upon their arrival in a blatant snub. Their masks glinted in the candlelight, adding an air of mystery and danger to their already intimidating presence.Knox's mind was racing behind his stoic mask. His thoughts were whirling as he analyzed every subtle shift and nuance. He knew this whole dramatic meeting was nothing but an obvious trap conspired by that wicked fake Queen Sahar. But he'd decided it was finally time to stop hiding behind others. It was time for the supernatural world - hell, maybe even the human world too - to know
The silence that followed Sahar's shocking words was defining. It seemed to stretch on for an eternity, sucking all the air from the cavernous hall like a vacuum. A rising tide of confused murmurs and gasps rippled through the crowd as the prolonged, awkward silence dragged on interminably. People shifted restlessly, exchanging bewildered glances and hushed whispers as they struggled to process this earth-shattering revelation. Some brutally dug their nails into -their skin, as if seeking reassurance that they weren't hallucinating this surreal moment.Even the normally unflappable King Frederick appeared completely blindsided with his eyes widening to saucers as the implications of his wife's words slowly sank in. Son? What in the name of all that was holy did Sahar mean when she claimed Knox was not truly her son? And more mind-boggling still - the man they all knew as the Imperial, their mysterious and immensely powerful council leader, was his own flesh and blood? Frede
Knox moved with an aura of elegance and tyranny. He strode forward, each step resonating with an otherworldly power that sent tremors through everyone. The assembled members shrank back, their faces etched with terror as Knox came to a stop before Isolde.He stared at the most powerful sorceress in the realm, now looking like a broken doll. Isolde had tried invading Knox's mind the second he stepped into the hall with his entourage. It was a technique that had never failed her before, allowing her to slip past even the strongest mental defenses and bend the strongest wills to her whims. However, her mind had been the one invaded instead, and she had been fighting to fend him off from her deepest secrets until this moment when her powers couldn't sustain it anymore. Too late, she realized she had severely underestimated her opponent.Knox was no longer the naive prince she had once manipulated with ease. He had become something... else. Something terrifying beyond her comprehen
"Amar!” A shrill of agony tore from Sahar's lips, shocked to have watched her firstborn slain before her eyes. “My precious boy!" Her scream shook the very foundations of the castle as her powers roiled up from deep within her being. Her eyes shone with a searing light and face contorted into a mask of purest fury and hatred as she glared at Knox. The power building within her suddenly burst forth in a blinding blaze of raging energy that threatened to consume everything in its path.She prepared to unleash it with everything she’s got but a deafening roar like the peal of a thousand thunderclaps shook the entire hall. Frederick who was driven into a berserk rage by his son’s death, had shifted into his massive dragon form. He towered over thirty feet tall, its dragon scales gleaming like burnished steel. He opened his cavernous maw and fangs as long as swords glinted in the flickering light. The dragon let out another earth-shaking roar before charging straight at Knox w
~Meanwhile~ The convoy of blacked-out luxury cars rolled through the cemetery gates. The procession moved with an eerie, funeral-like slowness, as if the very air was thick with grief and accusation. Serena sat in one of the customized vehicles. She looked poised yet visibly tense in her stylish mourning attire - a black customized over-the-knee dress that probably cost more than most people's monthly salary. To her left sat the silent, stone-faced Seven. On her right lounged Killian, sprawled with casual arrogance with a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. His grey eyes glinted with barely contained malice as he gazed out at the gathering crowd. As soon as the convoy rolled to a stop, the army of bodyguards burst out of the surrounding vehicles like a well-oiled machine. They moved with the precision and intensity of a Navy SEAL team preparing for combat, swarming the middle car in a protective formation. Their eyes scanned the gathered crowd, searching for an
Only the monsters remained a seemingly endless horde that would continue to ravage and destroy until the entire world was little more than a barren, lifeless husk. Knox could not, would not, allow that to happen. Not after everything, not after the unfathomable sacrifices that had already been made in the pursuit of preventing such a future from coming to pass. Too much had been lost, too many lives extinguished in the fires of this onslaught. Darkness swirled around him and began coiling outwards to merge with the torrential downpour. The vortex rapidly expanded, growing in size and ferocity until it became an all-consuming maw ready to devour everything in its path. The earth itself seemed to tremble by the vortex of annihilation taking form, as if the very world were protesting the profane nature of the forces being brought to bear. The air itself seemed to warp and twist, reality buckling under the strain of the immense power being channeled. Each bolt of lightning tha
Knox simply remained there for long, excruciating moments, taking in the sight of her serene repose as if etching every line and curve into his tortured memory so he wouldn't lose even the tiniest detail.Suddenly, Serena's body was engulfed in a dazzling burst of light, with glowing tendrils extending outward to encircle Knox's form. He pulled the light within, absorbing it as if he were a hole eating the stars. It was the portion of his soul he had given Serena in both their past lives and this current one, now being reclaimed after her death. Then Knox rose to his feet with fluidity, seemingly defying the rules of gravity once the last remnants of that magnificent essence were sucked back into his form."Let us never meet again!" he intoned, his voice a discordant rasp that held no trace of anything remotely human. The words carried such weight, such profundity of power that the trembling maid instantly crumpled motionlessly to the floor. Her mind simply could not withstand the
Tears burned hot in Meredith's eyes at the brutal truth of Enzo's words. She had failed - failed utterly to protect Knox, failed to prevent this future from becoming their new reality. Deep in her soul, she could feel the ancient spirits of Queen Minerva and Princess Myra weeping bitter tears of sorrow and regret. Their sacred bloodline, their eternal legacy was now irrevocably tainted by this unraveling of fate.A choked sound somewhere between a sob and a bitter peal of laughter escaped her lips when Sahar's severed head came rolling to a stop at her feet with her dead eyes still holding a mocking glint of triumph even in death. The twisted wench had achieved her ultimate goal - to bring about the utter ruination of their legacy, the destruction of every last Cavalieri-Delgaard dynasty. All around them, the battle raged on with no end in sight, the air thick with the sights, sounds and smells of death. Killian's towering Lycan form, battered and bleeding from a thousand savage
The sight of everyone she loved fighting for their very existence against such overwhelming odds...it was a blade twisting in Meredith's heart.A searing agony lanced through her and she knew Enzo was injured. It was the effect of a mate bond whether fated or chosen. She stumbled, gasping for air as she clutched at her chest. The pain was almost beyond endurance… like a molten lance of agony that threatened to bring her to her knees. Tears burned in her eyes and her sight blurred as the true gravity of their situation hit her like a battering ram. Any wound inflicted by these abominations was fatal. Their claws, fangs, and very essence were imbued with a poison that corrupted all it touched.“Is there no way?” Her mind reeled like ashes on the wind as another spasm of anguish gripped her in its merciless talons. “Is there no way to save them all? To avert this future I've foreseen?”Her body trembled violently and her legs threatened to give out beneath her as she watched her love
Meredith drew on her newly regained powers and unleashed a torrent of energy at the beasts. The demons recoiled, shrieking in fury and anguish as magic seared their rotting flesh. The stench of burning meat filled the air, mingling with the miasma that clung to the creatures.Meredith maintained the onslaught, driving them back through the shattered doorway with relentless determination.Next, she sealed the room with an impenetrable barrier when the last of the abominations stumbled back into the hall, wailing in pain and wrath.She turned to face the trembling girl. "Stay here if you wish to live, child," Meredith instructed. "This madness needs to cease, and soon, before it swallows us all."Then she swept from the chamber and out into the chaos that had engulfed the estate's once-clean halls. The hallway ahead was a nightmare come true, with claw marks on the walls, bloody paintings, and the crushed bodies of fallen defenders strewn over the floor like discarded objects.Meredi
Meredith's heart thundered against her ribcage as she paced the length of Knox and Serena's bedroom suite. Her footfalls echoed with a hollow resonance that belied the emptiness gnawing at her very soul.The incessant rattling and banging against the thick oak door grew more insistent with each passing moment in a cacophony of destruction that served as a reminder of the hellish forces laying siege to their home. Beyond that rapidly crumbling barrier, chaos ruled in an unholy storm of violence that threatened to devour all Meredith held dear.Shrieks of unimaginable agony intermingled with roars. Each haunting wail, each guttural bellow, sent a fresh wave of anguish coursing through Meredith's immortal frame. How many had already fallen? The question burned in her mind like acid, eating away at what little composure she managed to maintain. How many brave warriors, loyal protectors of the estate had lost their lives under the claws of these abominations? The faces of those she had
"I'm the only woman alive now who can give you an heir, bear you children to carry on your bloodline..." Her words were a hushed whisper. "I am your rightful mate at long last. We were always meant to be together as one, you and I. Two halves of the same whole."She sniffled again as a fresh wave of tears spilled forth. "You should have accepted my request earlier, when I simply wanted to enjoy one night with my betrothed...to bask in the warmth of your embrace, as is my right as your—"Her words died on her lips when Knox suddenly closed the distance and wrapped his hand around her slender throat in a grip, wrenching her forward until her feet left the ground. Then he slammed her head back against the stone wall with brutal force to crack her skull. Sirona let out a pained, wheezing laugh as she stared up at him with wild, unfocused eyes. A thin trickle of crimson seeped from the corner of her mouth, tracing a macabre path down her chin."You...you wouldn't dare..." she choked out
Knox felt as if the entire world had collapsed around him, with a devastating blast of despair and despair threatening to break what little remained of his damaged psyche into a million shattered fragments. The sheer, all-consuming agony that had lanced through him was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. It that it defied description… as though every nerve ending in his immortal body had been set ablaze and doused in acid simultaneously.The air became heavy and oppressive as the full impact of what had happened started to sink in, and the cold stone of the dungeon walls seemed to close in around him.Knox simply couldn't - no, he utterly refused with every fiber of his being to accept the cruel reality that his worst fears had been realized in the most brutal and decisive way imaginable. Serena. His beautiful, precious mate...the very radiant light in his darkness...she was gone. Why? The question kept coming back to him, echoing through the vast emptiness of his head, e
The huge double doors to the dungeon at one of Knox's estates slid open, revealing his towering figure. An oppressive air accompanied him, making it feel as if the very atmosphere held its breath in his presence. Dark tendrils like mist swirled around him, and his eyes that was always cold, blazed with a fury that made them appear even icier than usual. His mind was still reeling from the hateful words Serena had hurled at him in the car earlier, and in a moment of desperation, he had teleported himself here.Knox despised himself for losing control and slapping Serena in a moment of anger. He couldn’t forgive himself, especially when the thought crossed his mind that perhaps Sirona had found a way to bypass his restraint meant to keep her in check, and had gotten into Serena’s mind. More than half of him believed the venomous words Serena had spoken weren't hers but were instead Sirona’s doing. This belief drove him to the dungeon, determined to confirm his theory.His eyes lan