Blood-curdling shrieks surround Jones as he approaches The Celtic Faerie Realm. From what little bits he caught from Selene, he gathered Morgan lived near the western border between the mortal and faerie realms. He approaches the edge cautiously as the wailing continues to grow in volume. Fucking banshees! The frightening floating entities float around, their mouths gaping. Banshees were without mercy, and it was clear that if they got through the border, the inhabitants on the other side would die in excruciating agony. Jones crouches in the bushes, watching as the gaggle of demons roams about, trying to break through the barrier. Since Jones is a vampire, the banshees wouldn't be able to detect him. Their prey was usually warm blood beings, not cold-blooded vampires. Despite this knowledge, the former vampire alpha didn't want to take any chances; these banshees were out for any blood, his included. Jones takes out his phone and scrolls thr
"Where is she, Luke?!" Toby pushes the vampire roughly against the wall. Before Luke can react, the wolf grabs him by the shirt, lifting him up and throwing him towards the couch. Luke crashes through the piece of furniture, landing in a pile of cloth and broken wood. "What the hell, Toby? You know I can't tell you!" Luke flashes his red eyes, warning his friend of his waning temper. "You are cursed! We are cursed! Until she finds a solution to lift this spell, she won't come back."A howl of heartbreak escapes Toby's throat, and his eyes shimmer with unshed tears. He pulls at tufts of his red hair, eyes shifting from black to sapphire. "There has to be another way. She can't just abandon us!" Luke slowly approaches Toby like a wild animal. "Listen, this is the best way. Look at you now- you are consumed with pain. If you clear your head, you would realize this is the best way." Toby sits on his haun
Chaos breaks throughout the Dragon's Belly. Drogo stops holding an arm out to protect Selene and Maddie. He shifts his head up to the cavern roof, where several dragons glide. "Something is wrong. Quick!" Drogo grabs Selene's arm, pulling her into a door on the left. A small bedroom lies on the other side, with torches lighting the intimate space. " Stay in here! Don't come out of this room unless I give the all-clear! Clear?"Selene and Maddie nod. "Clear." The Celtic Dragon slams and locks the door behind them. "Heavens above!" Maddie exclaims. She rushes to the bed and slams their bags on the mattress. She opens one of the smaller bags, dragging out vials, herbs, and pots. "We are going to need this!"Selene comes to Maddie's side, riffling through some herbs. "We don't know what 'this is, Mads. What are the dragons worried about?"
An awkward silence fell in the office after Selene broke the news. Paiste stares at the hybrid conflicted on how to offer comfort. Paiste was never sensitive; he was the typical alpha dragon who took instead of gave. So he watched, motionless as Selene's bottom lip wobbled."I think I should go to my room, yea?" She rasps, turning on her heel quickly to run. Memories of Nathaniel flood her mind. Nathaniel, the man that raised her on Gabriel Island. Her surrogate father when she was an orphan. He gave up everything to help her escape and come to Danyrus. After Gracey was born, Nathaniel was a constant presence in her life and became a part of her growing family. Then, a month ago, the old faerie had fallen ill and passed away in the night. His death had hit her hard. Nathaniel, along with her parents, Mathias, and Diana, was her security, and the thought of not hearing his sarcastic retorts or tasting
Luke grumbles as he approaches the drawbridge to the castle. He hated being the Alpha of Thorne Castle. The only reason he tolerated being Lord Luke was that Selene was by his side. He resented being at Thorne Castle; he resented the responsibility it brought. He sighs as he follows the guard out to a small field. In the middle of it, a horrific sight greets him. Grace, his former mate, watches his approach. This wasn't Grace, though. This Grace was plagued by evil and devoid of any humanity or light. When she shifts slightly to the left, it occurs to Luke what creature he is staring at: a fomoire. How appropriate, Luke thinks. Grace, once a witch of light who drew energy from the Earth now reduced to a demon that harbors the destructive aspects of nature and is the bearer of chaos and destruction. W#hat an odd symmetry to Grace's fate."Luke" His name comes out of her lips in a gruff voice. Luke sto
Selene hates the stench of blood. A peculiar trait for a Vampire Queen, but she managed to avoid bloodshed since she had Luke and Veronica at her beck and call. It seems that her luck is about to run out. With Paiste's request for her attendance, she had no choice but to go to the torture chamber and endure the nauseating smell. She gagged when she finally arrived at the dark cavern, avoiding staring at the various devices coated in blood and excrement. She makes her way to the middle of the room, where Paiste and two war dragons stand. "Selene. Happy that you are gracing us." Paiste greets. He motions to the stone wall, where Jones hangs by silver cuffs, stripped bare. Burns and cuts line his toned body, his head hanging to the side. He lifts his face when he feels Selene's eyes on him. The hybrid gasps at his swollen face, barely recognizable from the bruises."Yes, apologies for not waiting. The guards delt their own brand of punishment." Paiste watches Selene's face f
Selene left Jones to the female dragon's care. She couldn't be around him. There were too many conflicting emotions running through her head. It was best to avoid the former alpha vampire for now and let him do the job she asked of him; protect her daughter. Besides, Selene had other important problems presently, one being that Veronica found her. She runs to Maddie's room, walking into a stand-off between Paiste and Veronica. "Selene!" Veronica's eyes light up. "Tell yourfriendI am no threat to his precious Dragon Belly.""Woman, you are beautiful but infuriating." Paiste roars at the vampiress. "Your loyalties could lie with that witch!" Selene steps in between the two angry beings. "Enough! Paiste, Veronica is my second-in-command, and I trust her." Selene turns to her tall friend. "Veronica, h
Selene and Carman stand in the middle of an empty field. Behind Selene stands Veronica and two war dragons sent by Paiste. Carman stands in a haze of black smoke. She smirks at the hybrid queen, laughing at the pathetic attempt to protect her. If Carman desired, Selene would be dead or worse. "Selene." Her syrupy voice greets. "Thank you for meeting."Selene nods. "My second-in-commands tells me you have an offer?" Carman's eyes travel to Veronica before returning to Selene. "Yes. I imagined it would come from someone else, but I'll manage." Carman clears her throat. "I believe our goal is the same: to kill Cleo and rid her once and for all. I'm willing to help you, considering you're the prophesied to defeat her. I understand that your magic haslimitations
Darkness. That's all Liam feels. His mind has been reduced to that of a rabid animal, his wolf long turned into a beast that murders its own. His first kill was euphoric, freedom like he had never experienced before. He had cut his ties with his own kind with the first bite into that rogue's flesh. A monster inside him had been unleashed, but somehow Liam had held on to a piece of his soul. It was locked away in the recesses of his mind, screaming at the horrors his body brought on wolves and humans.His monster only found solace in Cleo. The Wendigo had become the dark witch's pet and trained weapon. Liam was sent to Cleo's enemies, those she deemed worthy of an antagonizing death. Now here he stood in a valley below the Danyrus Mountains, wolf bodies strewn about. Cleo demanded Selene's head on a platter, and Liam would not disappoint. Her scent led him here, and his Wendigo craved to go inside the