I watched heavy-breathed as Aeneas casted a spell, and one by one the men started getting sucked into the bushes around the walls. Some were badly injured from Doyle and his force, and what was worst was that they weren't healing as fast as they were supposed to. Years of prison did this to them or the witch's evil witchcraft I couldn't tell.I wanted to help them. I needed to. The moon was getting darker little by little, and my desperation plummeted. Blood, gashes and growls, everything made me want to run. But the only way I'd go now was ahead, but with Aeneas guarding the entrance like the gates of hell I couldn't get through. My feet moved when Doyle advanced towards me. An Invisible barrier seemed to have appeared, because I stumbled over it and fell. Two black boots stepped on either side of my waist, making me whirl around and drag myself away from him. Doyle watched me, a cruel, very cruel smirk splitting his face. I scrambled further until my back hit a barrier behind, my
Hades' POV~ "Gisele!" I shot to her direction, feeling a sharp, piercing pain shooting through a dozen places on my back. She opened her eyes, those electric blue eyes that drove me insane, and peered up at me. Her pupils dilated at my sight before the rest of her eyes followed. She gasped, finally grasping the situation, fear replacing the brief mirth in her face. I hated it, but the fact that all her emotions circled around me made me feel a strange kind of satisfaction."Hades!" She cried, trying to peek at my back, but I kept a firm grip on her arms, stopping her from seeing it. "What did you do?""I'm fine," I said, my tone strained. "No. No, let me see-" "Stop." I restrained her, palming her beautiful face. "Look at me. Say those words again." "What words..." She ran her frantic gaze all over me, tears staining her unblemished cheeks, her breaths coming out in short pants. She looked lost like she was on the verge of having a panic attack. But then she stopped, really look
Gisella's POV~ The dark time was over. Hades was back to me, safe and sound. So were the girls, sent back to the pack with the warriors. I didn't know how they found us, or who was that stranger brought the dagger of death to Hades at the end moment. But I was glad to all of them. From the deepest core of my heart. What was even better was that the prisoners were sent back to their respective packs and families as I had promised myself. With Dreaden gone, the place started to gain its colors back. The fog lifted, and the dark aura of wickedness cleared. I supposed this was the reason I felt so violent at times, felt like my thoughts weren't really mine. They were being corrupted by the curses she forged between the walls of her territory. Seemed like the guards and other sorcerers had been victims of it as well, because they immediately surrendered and apologized. Except two...Aeneas and Carla stood there cuffed, glaring at the council guards and the men. They refused to bow d
As though something snapped inside him, Hades' arm around me tightened, and he suddenly backed away the car. The GPS flashing to show he was taking entirely the wrong turn. "Wh-What are you doing? The airport is the other way." "The airport can wait. I can't." On cue, I felt his stiffness tracing me in all the right places, making me shudder and fall back in the same line with him. I nodded, dazed and held his shoulders for support."Fuck," he cursed, his voice strained, and it made me burn, from between my thighs to my face, a sinful sound threatening to slip my lips. I buried my face into the crook of his neck to hide the effect he had on me only to get drunker on his masculine smell. He wasn't pleased with my decision though. His hand rose from the gear and his fist wrapped around my hair, tugging my head up, not painfully but with just the right pressure. "Don't ever hide yourself from me." "D-Don't crash and kill us," I gasped, out of breath when the car picked up a speed I
"Mhmm..." I pushed him off of me and rolled to the other side of the bed, giggling. My eyes fell on the clock striking at 10:17 in the morning, and I gasped. "Gosh, it's so late- Ah!" I squealed when he grabbed my hips and pulled me back to him, preparing for another round. I stopped him, placing my palm on his chest and sitting up. A sting in between my legs made me gasp. "Oh no. Hades, I'm so sore." He chuckled, that deep, unrestrained sound soothing my soul, and pressed his lips on my head. "Sorry, love. Can't help it." I giggled again when his hand found its way down to my butt, massaging it. "We already did it three times since dawn. When are you gonna stop?" "Now that I have got a taste of you, never." His lips took mine in another impassioned kiss. I kissed back equally, telling him through it just how bad I craved him too. Then I pulled away and drew the sheets over me, crossing my legs. "Go now. You're getting too late for work. And me too."He smirked. "Say the magic w
When I woke up in the morning the next day, Hades wasn't by my side anymore. I didn't like the coldness on his side of the bed for it gave me deja Vu feelings from the past bad days. But the atmosphere took a turn when I sat up, and my eyes landed on the pink balloon attached on the corner of the bed, a piece of paper glued to it. "Good morning, beautiful. Look up," I read the fine cursive handwriting and glanced ahead, my chest bubbling with excitement. Jumping off the bed, I ran to the small bookshelf where another balloon hung with another piece of paper pointing to the direction of the closet. A giggle escaped my lips, wondering what he was doing. On urgent steps, I was before the closet and opened it, my eyes widening. There sat a large white box in the center ottoman with several more boxes surrounding it. I already had a feeling what were in those, and that fueled the anticipation rolling through my veins. There was a note on top instructing to put them on. Taking off the
Two weeks passed since we moved into this house. It was a ten minutes drive from the pack. Throughout the day while Hades worked, I'd spend my time either by visiting the pack or face buried deep inside books. Did I say this house had a library of its own? No? Oh well... prepare to be amazed because it was no small one or couple shelves library. No. It was a whole room starting from the ground reaching the top ceiling of the third floor. The shelves brimmed with so many books I was afraid if even an one-third of it fell, I'd be buried ten feet under. But of course, they wouldn't, because Hades had every possible safety mechanisms installed. Ladders with firm railings at both sides were set at every corner, and in the middle was the comfiest reading space. Though I preferred the armchair by the fireplace for it created an ambience more magical than velvety sofa beds. Nola and Iris kept me company the other times when I wasn't reading. But they weren't allowed here when Hades came b
I didn't know I was screaming until strong arms pulled me into a warm hard chest. The one that made me forget the world and its worries. But today a gruesome image imprinted itself behind my eyes, and it felt like I was staring right at it. My papa's bloody, mutilated body."No. No, let me go. Let me go!" I pushed off of Hades and turned back to Papa. "Gisele, baby, no." He grabbed me again, but I jerked him off. "Papa." I called, falling on my knees beside him. My hands cupped his clawed face, his lifeless eyes staring into nothingness. "Papa, I'm here. I came for you. Look at me." I turned his face to me. "I have so many things to tell you." "Gisele-" "No," I snapped, cutting Hades off. "Let me talk to my papa." I glanced back down. Papa's widened eyes watched me as if asking me why I didn't come any faster. Why I didn't keep him close knowing all the danger. "I love you, Papa. I love you more than anything in the world. I never meant to be mad at you. I never hated you. I do