The men threw him into a cell. As soon as the door locked, Vincent tried to break it down but, the metal door burnt his skin. Great, now he was stuck here in a cell made of silver with no means of escape. However, that didn’t burn down his hope at all. He had been in the worst scenarios: another cell, another escape.
He just needed to find the weakness. Vincent retreated to the farthest wall before running towards the door. He might be a demon wolf, but he wasn’t as immune as Mira. Vincent’s demon wolf was yet to manifest itself even it had been years. The cell bars burnt his skin, causing him to retreat and blew on the burnt wound on his arm.
His body would fill with burnt marks before he could even open the door. Vincent didn't care because he had to escape by any means necessary. Vincent tried it again. Maybe the force wasn’t strong e
Two masked men entered the basement, which made Vincent and Brandon stood on their feet, wondering what these masked men had in mind for them. They unlocked Vincent’s jail cell before he was thrown to the corner by an unseen force, and his arms were bent behind him before they chained him with a silver chain. This was a work of magic, and Vincent was sure of it. He was dragged out of the jail cell into an interrogation room with just one light bulb above the chair on which he was being forced to sit down, and his chain was locked to the metal bar cemented on the floor.“Why do you want to know about the crest?” A voice asked him.Vincent looked around, searching for the owner of the voice. There was a figure stood in the darkness, staring at him.“I don’t know what you’re ta
After their picnic by the meadow, Stefano walked Adeline back to the castle, occasionally stopped along the way to admire the wildlife they passed by. He could have just teleported her back, but he wanted her to enjoy the serenity of the forest because once they arrived home, Adeline wouldn’t be able to enjoy this unless he came along. With so much going on lately, Stefano didn’t want her to wander around unguarded. He would command his entire army to guard her if he had to.About half of their journey, his walk came to a halt. Stefano reached for his wife’s hand and pulled her close to his body. He felt someone was watching them and he hated it when someone invaded his privacy.“Stefano, what’s wrong?” Adeline asked, following the look of his eyes. “What is it?”&ldqu
Stefano trudged down the elegant stairs just to see Lucien was standing before a big portrait of Adeline — the real Adeline. Before Stefano brought Adeline back to his home, he had tampered with all the portraits in the castle. Nobody could tell the difference, but he doubted Lucien would be fooled like everyone else.“I didn’t expect the Mistress to have red hair,” Lucien pointed out as if he wanted to bait Stefano out of his white lies. “Where did you find her?”There were two families eligible for the High Lord’s seat; the De Lucca family and the De Vincenzo family, the two strongest families of Daemons. Both families knew each other from the beginning. They built the town together, but the De Lucca family established the High Council of Daemons. Naturally, one of the De Lucca family members was appointed as the High
Trinity sat on her throne with one hand supporting her cheek. She waited patiently for Stefano to enter her Palace of Darkness. Her smile never ceased from her black lips. Her fingers were tapping on the skull armrest. The moment the gigantic double doors were pushed open, her interest peaked.Stefano walked in casually, as handsome as ever. Trinity understood why so many women were crazy for him. The stern and serious expression matched his beautiful carved face. His long legs made each step lightly. His hands were tucked inside the pockets of his long coat.“It has been thousands of years since you came here, My Lord,” Trinity said with a smile. “What brings you here?”“Even though your castle keeps moving around, why do I always find it easily?” Stefano asked her. &
Adeline followed Amanda to the second floor. As she passed rows of doors, she spotted one large wedding photo hung on the wall was a redheaded woman who looked like her. Adeline stopped and looked at the photo, admiring the similarity between them. Amanda stood by her side, looking at the photo as well.“Were you close with her?” Adeline asked.Amanda let out a breath. “We were. She was my mentor. Everything I know now is what she taught me for years. She was happy at her final few days.”“How did she die?”“She was killed by her stepbrother. You know, throne and family issues.”Adeline nodded. For power and wealth, everyone was ready to sacrifice their own family. It seemed thi
Cohen stared at the journal as he hoped that what they said earlier didn’t make sense to him. But, the more he read the same page, the more it didn’t make sense to him. What sort of power did Mira have to predict the future like this? Every detail she put on the journal was the same as what happened on that day except for one thing. He didn’t die.He had so many questions that had no answers because Mira wasn’t here to answer them. That made him frustrated. He reread the same page, like for the umpteenth times now.’I had the same dream again. I know it’s not just a dream. It’s a vision to show me that we would be victorious against Damien but at a very high cost. I refused to acknowledge the certainty of the dream, but with all the goals I’ve had in the past that had com
Vincent and Brandon groaned when the abductors threw them in the jail. They had been moving from one place to another in the past two days as if they were trying to shake off a tail that kept following them.“They’re tracking us down,” Vincent said after the abductors left the jail. “That’s why they’re moving us.”“Moving us around to make a wild goose chase,” Brandon grunted.Brandon had the worst condition than Vincent. His body was covered with burnt marks and dried blood from the wounds.“Better than nothing. Cohen is getting somewhere,” Vincent said, leaning against the wall. “All we can do is surviving this.”After a while, the abductors
Clavier sat inside his car and waited. Someone entered his car wearing a white ghost mask. The rain started to pour in the parking lot.“There is a problem in another realm,” Clavier said. “Two men were abducted by the Knight of Death.”“Do we have any leads?”“Yes, but the Alpha’s mate is in trouble.”When Clavier checked on Mira earlier, her memories were fuzzy. She could barely remember anything from her past life. He thought it was because of the resurrection, but he feared it might be even worse. There was a moment where Clavier caught her remembering her mate, Cohen. Suddenly, that memory vanished just like that. She could still remember every bit of her past and, of course, mostly Cohen.
Mira’s pen hovered on the paper. She couldn’t think of anything else to add to her journal. Her eyes scanned every word she had written on the page. It amazed her that she could write this much of the story of her life. She never had a formal education, but she was lucky that a woman taught her how to read and write during their enslavement.Mira didn’t write the story of her life to remind herself how she got this far. But she wrote it for her kids when they faced hardship in their lives and thought of giving it up. She wanted them to know how many hardships their parents had to endure to get this far.Everyone questioned; what happened now? Dalton Forest had proven the two Councilors of the Werewolf’s Council, Ophelia Jade and Robert, were guilty of numerous charges, including the murdered case of his younger brother, Winston, who was
Two months later, somewhere in Cuba.Cohen parked his car before coming out and walking to the bar of the town. He had been in town nearly one week now. He slipped a few hundred dollar bills to the bouncer on the front door before he was let to enter. There was no time to waste as Cohen made his way to the basement where the real fun was.An illegal fight match.People were roaring at the ongoing match, but that didn’t bother him as he kept going until he entered a changing room. Taking his shirt off, he prepared for his own fight, which would be after the current one. He wrapped his hands with boxing tape. For someone like him, he had to fight carefully—without taking life unless intended to. The match wasn’t what he was looking for. It was the guests who attended the match that was his main prior
Two hours into the celebration, everyone was having a good time. Mira spotted Amanda stealing glances at Vincent a few times. She realized the former couple had yet to reconcile. Now and then, they would steal glances at each other. Vincent was busy talking and laughing to some single female pack members. He looked like he was having a good time while Amanda looked like she was about to commit homicide.“Oh, get over it!” Mira groaned as she was annoyed by Amanda’s stealing glances. “Just go there and talk to him.”“He hates my guts. I swear it; he hates me,” Amanda said, trying hard not to look at Vincent.“Can I steal her for a moment?” Cohen asked Amanda.“Sure, Mister Happily Ever After,” Amanda replie
Mira stood by the full-length mirror, looking at her own reflection as she continued to fix her hair. It had been an hour since she stood there, fixing whatever she felt needed some fixing. Tonight was Cohen’s thirty-fifth birthday celebration. He was officially old and grumpy at everyone who agreed to do the celebration. He told them that he didn’t need to be reminded that he was an older man now, but everyone insisted that he would have a good time during the celebration.Believe it or not, Mira was intended to make it a good time for her mate. He had been working hard lately as he was trying to get many things done and catch up with Liam’s work during Cohen’s nine months of absence. He worked until late hours, and Mira began to worry that he might throw himself into work again, but he promised her that this would be temporary. Once he got the hang of everything again, his schedul
A week had passed since the war. After that, Cohen was busy visiting families of those who lost their sons and daughters during the two battles. Then, Mira had to return to Stefano’s realm with Clavier, Vito, and the army. She went there so that Stefano could check the extent of her demon wolf’s transformation and see if she could stay in the demon wolf’s form longer without losing control. Dalton, Karmille, and the first battalion returned to the Council’s land. Dalton launched an investigation against everyone in the Council after receiving dozens of reports from Clavier about the Werewolf’s Council’s dark secrets. After spending a week in Stefano’s realm, Mira returned to Cohen’s arms. It had been three days since she returned. Cohen had been keeping Mira to himself first. She hadn’t got the chance to meet his parents again because obviously, the Alpha nee
Everyone stopped as if the time had stopped ticking and just focused on the sound of the cracking on the stone table. At the same time, Amanda successfully dispelled the dome that covered the stone table and the people who were meant to be the sacrifices. The packs began to pull those people out of the danger zone as they didn’t know what would happen when Mira was fully shifted into her demon wolf.Clavier was crouching next to Stefano, trying to heal the High Lord, stabbed with his own spear. But their eyes focused at the stone table. Cohen couldn’t take his eyes off Mira as she shifted into a demon wolf. The moment the shifting was completed, the battlefield fell into a deep silence. The first time Cohen saw Mira’s demon wolf was when Amanda sent him to the back of her mind—to the realm of the demon wolf. He never thought the beast could be that magnificent. The demon wolf’
In her demon wolf’s realm, Mira was forced to exit to another part of its realm. There, she saw the same gates that Amanda put up to control Mira’s bad memories from affecting her deeply. Now, the gates were opened. She wondered what would happen if she walked past the broken gate. Her demon wolf was too busy causing suffering to others. Mira knew she had to find a way to stop her demon wolf from causing more trouble. She had to find a way to make her demon wolf acknowledge Cohen as the Alpha and answer only to him.If she could find an answer, it should be where it all began for her. The opened gates were where it began for her. Cohen walked through those gates when he came to save her from her demon wolf nine months ago. She knew the memories that were hiding beyond the gates, and for years, she chose to ignore those memories. Mira chose not to confront her painful past because she thought sh
Stefano ran towards Alistair as his spear materialized in his hands. He knew his father’s death had something to do with Alistair. After all, the de Lucca family dedicated their lives to prevent Alistair from gaining power. Only Eleanor de Lucca brought disgrace to the de Lucca family’s name as she chose to serve Alistair and his goal.Stefano rose into the air and brought the Angel of Death along with him as they battled in the sky. The Knights of Death charged towards Cohen and the armies he brought along. The people who were meant to be the sacrifices remained rooted on the ground. Their mouths continued to the incantation that was spoken by Mira’s demon wolf. Trinity created a smaller dome covering the stone table and the sacrifices. The Knights of Death began to form protective lines around the dome, protecting the ritual with their lives. They didn’t care about their lives as
Cohen looked out the window of his office and noticed the sky was changing color slowly. In a few minutes, the sun would start to take over the moon slowly. His heart became restless as he was nowhere close. No matter how hard he didn’t want to think about being late to save her, he couldn’t ignore it. Last time, he was late saving her. He didn’t want to be late this time, but he had no clues about finding her.For the first time, Cohen felt useless. All those years and knowledge couldn’t help him find the one person he needed to find.The office door was slammed open, and Liam walked in as he breathed heavily. Sweats rolled down his forehead as if he was in a marathon. Cohen looked at him, and his eyes widened. Words weren’t needed between them. Liam didn’t need to tell him a word because his expression said it all.