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The drive is only a few hours, Joffrey spends the rest of the time in silence as he reads his journal fervently, trying to come up with anything he can to help us get through to the temple. Laney sleeps on my shoulder and Monty continues to scowl over at me from time to time. But screw him. I did Laney a huge favor by not marking her. The guilt she would feel falling for her own mate multiplied by my heartache at losing her would have killed her. How could it not when I can see how much she adores me? I could never put her through that. And no, it has nothing to do with her being in my head and learning the shit I still haven’t told her. Okay, it might be a little bit, but it’s a tiny part of it, not a huge part. I can feel my wolf pacing in my mind, on edge with me and my plans. I have run out of time. There will be no looking through Joffrey’s journal for a spell to save me from the magic that will ruin me and Laney. The only choice I have now is to run as far as I fucking can wit
***Laney POV***“FALCON!” I scream scrambling to follow him out the door as we speed up a hill. Something zaps my hand with I touch the door handle and I gasp. Screaming and thrashing against the door that slams shut before me. “No! Falcon! We have to stop.” Everyone ignores me as Rome barrels further and further from Falcon, my Falcon, who is hurting, who needs me. “Rome! Please!” I beg.My voice cracks and I can see her stiff arms as she tries to ignore my pleas. I throw myself at her, sobbing, flailing my arms against her shoulder as Monty pulls me off. “Why wouldn’t you stop! He needs help! He is one of us, Please Rome. I love him!” My heart shatters as everyone fucking ignores me, and the air in the SUV feels like I’m being suffocated. I clutch my chest as Monty folds me into his arms, holding me, though I’m not sure if it’s to keep me from attacking Rome again or to comfort me. “I’m sorry.” Rome chokes out and I look over to see her sobbing as she tries to drive and wipe at h
A feral angry sound echoes through the hall, coming closer to me. When I look up, I recognize the beast that is Falcon. The blood blade in his mouth as he pants and bleeds, limping closer to me. I watch closely as his crazed eyes, trying to gauge what he plans to do. I have no desire to die, but do I have a right to live? To rule? After everything, I was in the past. Just in the last life I was horrible. I was mean, and vicious, attacking and killing for the thrill it would give me. The things I did were unthinkable, unspeakable scarring the good left in my soul. I deserve to die. But if I die, what does that mean for the people fighting outside? I feel so conflicted about what to do. Are they better without me, or worse? Fuck! I wish I had someone who could tell me what I am supposed to do. If I take the throne and I destroy everything these people have, I could never live with myself.“Fuck!!!” I scream out, sobbing as I force myself to stand on my shaky legs. Falcon freezes before
***Falcon POV***I’m numb as my body heals quicker than Monty can tear me apart. This may be the only time I ever feel happy about my immortality. It means she isn’t dead, at least not yet. I watch as Rome sobs over Laney’s slowing chest, her frail limbs lifeless and immobile. If I had the capacity to cry, I would, but I have nothing left in me. Without her, there is nothing left. How did the magic know I would try to run? It seemed to have sense it before I knew what I would do fully. The moment my hand began to decay at not taking the blood knife, I knew I had to run. I had to give her a chance before I lost all control. An unwanted possession of my body crippling my ability to think for myself and act on the true things I wanted to do. I wanted to leave her side so she could live. I wanted to break my heart so she could see how amazing she would have been. All the terrible shit I had done to her, the terrible shit she had done to others because I had believed a fucking witch who
***Laney POV***I can feel an invasion in my mind, a tapping into my thoughts, my feelings, all pieces of happiness slowly seeping away. Whatever it is slithers through me like a poisonous snake leaving nothing but slimy venom in its wake. This shouldn’t be what dying feels like. I shouldn’t be stuck in my head, feeling all the good in me dying. This leaves me with only one conclusion: I have to fight this invasion. But how?I struggle with the thought of how to fight back. How can I when I have been so cruel, so terrible in so many of my past lives that it’s physically hurting me? Every life my past self took lines up before me. Countless faces of men and women of varying ages. They stare at me in pity and I accept it, shit I need it. There has to be something to help me fight the pull. And this pull is so damn strong. Darkness always seems easiest. It always had. It’s easier to keep your eyes closed when there is nothing to see. Yet the light calls to me too, begging me to cling to
***Falcon POV***“Run” Monty bellows down at me, his face covered in blood as he fights off the vampires comping for the barely alive Laney in my arms. “You need to get her to the center of the throne.” “Why?” Rome snaps out, giving me a suspicious look as I lift Laney into my arms and stand with her.“No!” she seethes, stepping toward me. “Like I am letting you anywhere near her, you fucking traitor,”I step back and take the hate I know I deserve.“Monty can take her,” I offer halfheartedly. Now that I have Laney in my arms again, I never want to let her go. Those all-consuming sparks radiate through my skin where she touches me. She is alive. At least I know she is still magically alive.“Yeah right! He fucking stabbed her too!” Rome hisses.Time is running out as I stumble over a body, hating how much it affects me, knowing it is Joffrey. Sweet and always hungry, Joffrey, who had just found his foothold in the world he had only experienced through a book. If Laney survives this,
Rome struggles to get back up on her legs and Monty wastes no time swooping in to grab Rome and quickly brings her back to where the new line has formed. She is clearly injured, yet she refuses to sit out. No one can. We can’t afford to lose a single person before. Heavens knows what happens with Laney. Before she ascends? Before she dies? None of us know the fate of the future so we just do what we can to fight for as long as we can. “Is there a reason your captor is fighting with us, Luna?” The man I assume is Gregor asks Rome, fighting side by side with Monty. He glares at Monty for a moment before turning back to his victim, killing him with a single-clawed blow, severing his head from his body. “He is my mate.” She says proudly. “Not my captor. And I am not the Luna.” She hisses, getting her hands on a vampire, and uses her teeth to bite into their jugular, their black blood pouring out as she spits the taste from her mouth and drops them.I allow my wolf control, bounding into
***Laney POV***I feel strangely attuned to everything around me. It’s as if I can fear everyone’s fear and hesitation around me. The vampires who have given up are on bended knee, but not out of respect, out of fear. They should fear me, they have a right to. For so long, they have lived under the guise that a war would be imminent. They have tried to break the promises they made to supernatural laws from the beginning.I can’t bring myself to focus on that right now. How can I when I’m losing someone I just found? I’ve lived ninety-eight, almost ninety-nine years without her. Losing her now feels like having no air to breathe. There is a power within me, something I have not yet taken the time to understand or figure out, but somehow I know I don’t have the ability to save. Even in witchcraft, what’s dead is dead. The only thing for her now is Vampirism. If her body accepts it and it very well may not. Monty holds her close, clinging to her limp, pale body as those looking on wait
Hey Readers! Just wanted to thank you quick for sticking with me! This isn't my typical type of story being as it was my first venture with rebirth/reincarnation. I appreciate all the gems and encouragement i have recieved thus far! With my pregnancy and family sickness, my updates became a little sporadic and I apologize for that. I generally write, edit and post chapters the same day, so if I don;t have the brain power to write, I must take the time away to not have the story suffer. So I appreciate teh understanding. Please check out my newest story coming to the app! It should hopefully be up before the end of 2022! The Alpha's Obsession: His Forced Mate. It is a best friends to enemies to lovers trope taht I really think many of my readers who enjoyed my Guardian series will like! Happy Holidays from me to you! Miri
***10 Years Later****Lachlan POV*Millie and Ryan sit on the chair outside the bedroom door, their eyes wide as they listen to their Aunt Rome scream as though she is in a fight for her life. And she might very well be at this rate. I wring my hands nervously as I wait for Laney to mind link me with whatever else they might need.Ryan reaches out to hold Millie’s small hand as he gives her a comforting smile. Her green eyes fill with fear as she looks at her twin brother and offers him a soft smile. These two are just like Laney and Rome. In the sense, they are completely different. While Millie has a darker complexion and deep green eyes, Ryan has the white blonde hair and golden eyes like his Aunt Rome.And then there is Adora. The spit fire third born five-year-old who gives us all a run for our money. Her red hair blazes like her attitude and her oversized sweet brown eyes lend her an air of innocence that gets her out of everything. Speaking of the monster herself…“Daddy!” she
**6 Months later***“Laney!” Rome calls out in my room as I quickly pull my robe over my body. Lachlan chuckles as he wraps a towel around his waist, shaking his head.“You know, for someone who is always getting caught screwing her mate, she does a great job of interrupting us.” He mutters, placing a kiss on the side of my wet head as I bend down to wrap it in a towel. “In my defense I waited until after.” Rome says pushing the bathroom door open. I glower at her.“Really Rome? Not an ounce of damn privacy in my own freaking temple?” I say, slightly annoyed. Since she got back to the temple, she has either just trounced in on Lach and me in precarious positions or right after commenting on the scent of sex lingering in the room.“Look, I was gone long enough for you guys to already have a pup brewing.”I look at Lachlan, trying to keep my anger controlled. He, however, seems amused by her comment. “I wasn’t aware that we were trying to get pregnant.” Lach says with a shrug. “Not th
Kias and the others kneel before us and to my right is a fire pit that rages, heating the entire vast room. Word spread quickly about the shift in the hierarchy in the coven, and everyone has gathered to witness what we do next. I have always prided myself as someone who is merciful and sympathetic. Now is no different, but I know I must stay strong and let Monty dull out the punishment.“We submit,” One of Kias’ followers announces. I frown at him, walking closer as I look down at him. He looks up at me with nothing but hatred and fear living in his hungry eyes and I shake my head with a sigh. “We already gave you the opportunity to step down. Now you must accept your fate.” Monty announces. Those on their knees look around the room, shock apparent on their faces, while Kias scoffs. “Is this how you will rule?” He appeals to me, trying to get under my skin. I tilt my head, furrowing my brows. “You were given options, Kias. As was your leader before you. The deaths of those who fol
The wind swirls around Roxanne as her hands glow a deep red radiating from them. Chance takes a stance in front of Lily. His head drops low as his lips move as if whispering to himself. The surrounding walls seep water as drop by drop they roll toward his feet, creating a puddle around him. Monty and Rome crash into a few vampires, hard bodies making dull painful thuds as blows land, and the vampires surrounding us join the fight.“Stay close to me, Luna,” Lachlan says, yanking on my hand so I can be near him.It takes effort not to frown in disappointment. I may not have had the training to fight in this life, but in the many ones before this, I was formidable in my own right. I pull my hand from Lach’s and step up to his side, dodging a flying vampire with a simple sidestep before turning to face them. Lachlan trusts me enough to leave me to my own devices, but I can sense his tension. Or so I hope as he fights off two at a time. Claws slice through my skin, the release of tension
Wilhelm opens the door at his cousin’s bidding and the look of shock morphs into one of relief. and then he yanks Monty into a big hug. His long blond hair is French braided and adorned with silver rings with adorning emblems of the moon with a star in the center of it that looks like a red diamond. It’s a stunning piece of expensive looking jewelry and he must catch me staring at it. “Luna,” He whispers, bowing low and then popping back up, reaching into his hair and removing one of the stunning pieces. He presents it to me with a courteous smile on his lips, making him look rather like a schoolboy admitting to a crush.Lachlan steps closer to me, his hand at the small of my back. “He isn’t hitting on her.” Monty chuckles. “He is showing his fealty. For our coven.”“A coven that isn’t yet in his control?” Rome asks with a small frown and I hold back my chuckle of laughter. “How nice of you to point it out, my love.” Monty says smugly as he turns his frustrated gaze on his cousin.
As the sun falls, I can sense the tension in Monty, which only makes me worry more. Lachlan’s thigh is pressed against mine and Lily and Chance sit in the third row, eyes wide as if seeing the outside world for the first time. I spin and look at them and realize that it might actually be the first time they have left. “Have you ever left your coven?” I ask curiously. Lily’s kind eyes meet mine and she smiles shyly. “It is for me. Chance has left three times before.”“You have?” I ask him in interest and he looks between me and Lily. He rubs his hands across his jeans and clears his throat like I am going to torture the questions out of him. “Uh, yes.” He gives me a tight smile and I look at Lily, who frowns.“We will have to be as open as possible with them in order to remain at their side. No secrets.” Lily says to him and he looks at his lap.“Secrets?” Lachlan joins in. “Those will get you now where… Take it from a man who knows.”“It’s not really a secret, but an embarrassing s
*Laney POV*Waking up next to Lachlan is not a new thing. But waking up next to him after claiming each other as mates, as a reminder that this will be my every day for the rest of my life? It’s the best feeling I have ever experienced. He looks so serene, the early sunlight filtering in over his stubbly cheek and his messy hair. It doesn’t feel real, yet here he is. Vulnerable, snoring just a little, and still perfect. I try to hold back my giddy grin at the thought of his snoring bothering me one day. It’s strange to love him for it now, think it’s cute, but crave the day when I will tease him for it relentlessly because that’s what you do when you grow. You adapt, you tease, and the thought of getting that far in a life with him is just damn exciting. More so than having to unite a who world of supernatural people. “Are you staring at me?” He murmurs, his eyes still closed. “Nope.” I lie. He peeks through a heavy-lidded eye and a grin forms on his delicious lips. “Liar.” I nod
*Lachlan POV*Laney has always been stunning. In every lifetime, she has been alluring, sexy, and nearly unavoidable in our need to be intimate. But this is different. This isn’t just the carnal need to make her mine to lay claim to her. No, this is mine, and my wolf's united desire to show her what she means to us. Love is more than pleasing each other or doing sexual favors. It extends beyond that. It’s wanting to memorize every curve, sound, and inner thoughts she may have. There is this burning desire to just be with her. Not that I don’t want to ravage her body, or that I don’t have every intention of doing that as I stalk her down. It’s what I plan to do with her after I consume her, that I look forward to more than the moment when I enter her or make her cry out in ecstasy. I want nothing more than to hold her after we have come down from the high. I want her to feel the bond whizzing through us as we just exist in the same state of blissful joy. Thank the heavens the only w