Stella's POVI stood, rooted in place. I was still in the underground city. The fire had died down by now and all that was left was the thick stench of blood and burnt corpse. This place was like one massive graveyard.It was dark, the streetlights had been burnt, used as sustenance for the fire like everything else in the underground city, but I could see just fine. I walked around, reminiscing about the times I came here. I mostly came with my father and those had been the days I felt like we were close but seeing the look he gave me, or didn't, I began to suspect that maybe it was all just in my head.I walked through the streets slowly until I arrived at the passage I used to get in. As I walked out of the passage, I arrived in a forest. I squinted my eyes a bit as I adjusted to the light but before I did, my eyes went wide and I retreated back into the passageway.I stood still, making sure not to move. I wasn't even breathing. I focused my senses on trying to see if anyone was a
Lucien's POVI dodged a punch from Donovan, a light cut appearing on my face as the wind from the punch tore my face. I remained calm as I moved fluidly, waiting and biding my time for the right time to strike.Donovan was lashing out and I knew it wouldn't be for long. I was at peak strength while he was on his last legs, a cornered beast might be dangerous but it was a cornered beast nonetheless.Moreover, he now had a weak spot in his left arm. His left arm was gone making him a bit out of balance. I just had to wait until he lost his balance and that would be my cue to attack. Donovan was usually calculative and cunning in a fight but not this one. Right now, his only aim was to take me down with him.He clawed, snapped his jaws and kicked at me but I made sure to dodge all, only a few grading me in the process. Donovan was fast and resilient, he had been fighting for a while now but I couldn't see any signs of him getting tired so I decided to add more stress to him.He punched a
Lucien's POVThe thunder rumbled across the sky as the storm poured down in droves. I stood, looking down at Donovan as he began his tale, his face wistful and nostalgic and a small smile— the most sincere smile I had ever seen — spread across his lips as he spoke about my mother.I didn't know how to feel, this was a man I hated so much and here he was, on his last breath talking about my mother. I wanted to stop him, to tell him I wasn't interested in his story, to tell him not to ruin my father's legacy with his silly lies but I didn't. Instead, I stood in the storm and watched as he endured the pain of the heavy droplets of rain pounding his eyes as he looked up into the sky with a brilliant smile on his face and I listened to what he had to say.“I met her on a day like this, I couldn't see her at first. That day, she found me where my bullies had dropped me and she picked me up. She took me to a cottage by the riverside and she took care of me. I could still remember that day li
Donovan’s POVI was devastated, the moment I arrived in that hall, seeing her,... I felt my heart being torn to shreds. I couldn't even seem to notice the guards that were after me in the bloody mess that was my body, all I could do was focus on her, her beauty and grace.Even though she was pregnant and even though she looked like she had been through a lot, she was still a beauty to behold. Her long hair cascaded down her back, lustrous and glorious, like a black waterfall, her blue eyes more resplendent than the stars, more entrancing than the moon. Her fair skin, her delicate lips, her gentle aura, she was an angel.Although I had never seen her before, I knew right at that moment that she was the one, she was Luna. A name truly fitting because, at that moment, I could have staked my life to bet that she was more beautiful than even the moon goddess.She was standing by a window, gazing out at the sky silently, her hands gently resting on her bulging stomach indicating the presence
Lucien's POVI stood above Donovan, by now the rain had stopped and it was all quiet. I listened as he narrated his sad life, how my father had made him lose everything he had and now he was out for revenge, and how later on Alpha Hawthorne had done something similar to him. I listened quietly and let it all sink in, I felt his pain, his anger and his rage.But I couldn't understand, why do it all? Even if he wanted revenge on my father, couldn't he have done it in a way that made more sense? He could have just assassinated my father and all will be over and done with but he didn't, instead, he made thousands of people die and killed people close to me. That was unforgivable.“You are probably wondering why I didn't do it more discreetly, why I had to make my revenge so wild. I have my reasons but the one that affects you the most is… I didn't. All of this, the deaths and chaos, is someone else's work. I didn't realize it at first but it is and I don't know who or how they did it, all
Lucien's PovSo much had happened in such a short time. And the world in my eyes now felt different. I couldn't believe how many people had died and how many lives had been lost. Donovan; a pioneer of the chaos was now dead too. And I sat here on this upturned log silent… as the wind blew by gentle yet heavy. Subtle yet forceful. The nature of the weather similar to the nature of my emotions. Tossing yet dragging. Weightless yet burdensome… The broom in my hands now feeling like a sword. Like a blade. Like a weapon. The same ones that were sent through the hearts of innocent people… And unknowing souls… And all because of what?...Was it because of love?... And was it really?... Was all this conflict and destruction really necessary?... And all because of the thirst for power and love for control and desire?... Avery was still in my heart even though far away. I still thought about her, and I still felt something for her… Stella was a choice of fate not a choice of want. But I was
Lucien's Pov“Well if you have none, why don't you just make one?...” The words rang in my ears in a hollowed whisper. I felt the weight of it completely wash over me. And as I walked back to Silverwood I could hear my father's voice and feel his presence, almost like he was there and walking right beside me. While I was at the temple I heard his voice too. I heard his tone. It was soft and mild. Not rough and commanding as it usually was. It was encouraging… and I needed that source of encouragement… I didn't have a family anymore. At least not anyone that I felt drawn to, or trusted, or even believed in. I walked back to Silverwood now not being able to wait to see Avery again. I had stared at her when I walked past with Donovan's dangling head in my hand. And I'm sure the sight must have frightened her or disgusted her. Or made her think ill of me. And I didn't want her to think ill of me… I walked with more effort even though my legs were tired. The thought of burying Donovan a
Avery's povI stood there amongst the others. Like a lone sheep amidst other sheep just like it. Everyone around me, including me stood vulnerable. Even those who thought they were strong had become vulnerable too. The conflict and aura of death had humbled everyone. As everyone knew it could've been them… And it could've been anyone of us… The losses counted could've been on any side. The tears were still rolling, and families were still reeling from being broken and losing a loved one. I stood amongst the rag tag group of survivors and people still standing. My eyes holding back tears at the shock of it all— the way death had swooped down over everyone like a hawk and taken everyone with their mental helmets removed and emotional swords sheathed. I stood there like a little tuft of cloud floating amongst napalm skies, and I sobbed slightly as I hadn't experienced anything like this…I rested over on a pillar and leaned all my weight against it for support. As anything less would've