CeliaXenos studied the dark book of magic for a long time, flipping through the pages while we watched him in silence.The pages looked paper thin as if held together just by a spiderweb thread that would crumble at any instance.When I could not bear the silence anymore, I finally asked.“Can you still use it to get to the altar of light? Altar of shadows?”Xenos did not answer immediately as he kept reading through the pages intently. I thought he had not even heard me so I decided to open my mouth again but he added,“The pages of the book have worn out a little. But as I predicted the dark witch wanted to have a way to get to the altar. So yes, it might work.”Hope filled my heart when he said that but Jasper’s fingers closed around mine.“But you have to know that this is dark magic…corrupted and vile. The shadows would trick you, they would make you see things, and experience pain and sorrow at the extreme. They would test your resolve. And it might….”He trailed off as his gaz
CeliaMy heart pounded in my chest as I took that fateful step into the swirling vortex of darkness. One moment I was standing beside Jasper and the other I was being sucked into a never ending pit.My heart raced, and I felt like I was being sucked into a nightmare. The world around me twisted and contorted, and I was enveloped in an overwhelming sense of foreboding. The very air felt heavy with an oppressive darkness that seemed to seep into my very soul. I could not understand what was happening or how to fight the sudden claustrophobic sensation engulfing me.I could not find ground to put my feet on. Everything around me was moving at a dizzying speed and all I could see was blurred images of something around me.Was it trees? The library walls?It was hard to make sense of it and the effort made my head ache.Hence, I shut my eyes tightly, and pulled my hands closer to my chest, trying to curve into a ball in an attempt to escape the suffocating grip of this place. It felt like
Celia I looked up so fast that I thought I had almost snapped my neck. The voice sounded raspy and rough. I tensed and looked around, fearing the shadows were again after me. However, I could not find anyone. Had I imagined it? I began questioning myself and clutched my chest nervously. “W-who is there?” I asked, but was met with silence. The shadows kept swirling around the huge black pillar and cast an ominous eerie gloom on my already petrified heart. I looked back at the portal and was relieved that it was still there. But all of them were still staring at me in anticipation. Had they heard the voice too? “Jasper, did you hear the voice?” “Maybe he didn’t” Rain spoke in my head and I was so startled that I doubled back. My wolf had gone eerily silent and was simply observing the things. I looked nervously through the portal but slowly some of the shadows stopped circling the huge pillar. They began drifting towards the portal, slowly blocking my view of Jasper and the
CeliaI was not sure how long I lay on the ground but I had passed out. When I woke up, I expected to see was surrounded by a familiar place, a place too familiar.One I hadn’t seen in years.I was in my childhood home. My mother was in the kitchen, the windows thrown open and soft sunlight peeking through it.Something was sizzling hot on the pan mom had just placed on the stove. And behind her was a big table where a little girl and a toddler was seated.The little girl was playing with the toddler, waving a soft toy in front of him and they were giggling together.“Ma” I cried out upon seeing the face of my mother after all this time. They were all so happy, so content with their lives.But when I tried to reach for them, my hands went through empty air, right through them.That was when I realized I was watching a memory-my memories of my family from childhood.Tears stung at the back of my eyes when I saw the happy family, my family.My mother was making pancakes while me and Lia
CeliaIsadora’s voice reached my ears, stroking my fury, my pain.I had gone limp as a vegetable, staring at the shadows without a reaction or a sound. I had relived my worst memory…or so I thought.“Do you think you are doing a good job by saving them?”Isadora asked. She was standing quite far from me but then she came near me in an instant, as if she had teleported herself from her previous spot to be in front of me in the blink of an eye.Up close, she looked even more hideous.The pale skin had turned ashy and the black veins were throbbing over her face, neck…every exposed inch of skin that was visible to my eyes.I should have shrieked, I should have cried in horror to see those veins bubble under her skin like a vicious serpent…or several worms.“Oh now you just made it boring,” She said when I did not react or make a sound.“I have been tied here for years, waiting for someone to show up, hoping to find someone who would be brave enough….and who did I meet? A pathetic, weak w
CeliaThe words of their message changed but my family asked me to do just one thing- to not associate myself with the race that had caused us so much pain.Then the voices stopped just as abruptly as they had begun. I had shut my eyes tightly when I could not bear it anymore but now that they were suddenly gone, I slowly opened my eyes again.My mother, Liam and father was gone. Only the shadows and the dark witch, Isadora remained.Isadora, the woman, I had stayed with in Ivan’s castle. She had been Ivan’s right hand and always stayed by him through all our interactions. She had been there when there was an attack on the castle, and also when the new fletchings rose.But how?Isadora was the dark witch? She had been hiding in plain eyesight all these years? My brain was reeling due to the avalanche of thoughts it was trying to process.“You…you are…” I tried to speak but the voices of my family were too apparent in my head.“Yes. Me. After all this time. Fooled all of you, didn’t I
Celia“Yes, second chance. First was when I tried to kill your beloved lycan but his father and Xenos got in the way, foiling my plans. I, a high witch, had to take the help of a filthy vampire named Ivan to stay alive. I had to see you and Jasper laugh, and have fun when my child died…he…he still would have been alive. He would have been your age. But no, they killed him.”She said clutching her ashen hand to her chest. My gaze went to her hand and I realized it was shaking a little.Either she was feeling too emotional or too weak. The veins in her hands still looked jet black but it felt like something was bubbling inside of them again.I tried not to flinch at that grotesque sight. “But were you not supposed to be Ivan’s subordinate? How could you attack him and his people?”Isadora looked up at me with her eyes gleaming maniacally. It looked like she had lost her rationality long ago.She tilted her head again and I heard a few more bones creak.“Dark magic. It gave me everythin
Celia “No!!” I screamed and ran behind her but my legs were too shaky and wobbly from hours of being pulled at by the shadows. Isadora had a grim look on her face as she advanced towards the portal. The shadows were thinning, she was losing her magic but I feared she would still be able to hurt my people. Thus she ran towards the portal and waved her hand in front of it, discarding all the shadows at once. It became clear all at once and I saw the shocked faces of everybody on the other side. Xenos had his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, his arms extended as he was trying his best to keep them open while Nymeria too was doing the same. And Jasper had brought a big pole from somewhere and was about to jump in when they all saw me at once. “Celia…are you okay?” “Where is the dark witch?” “The dark mist was everywhere, we could not even see anything” Their worried and panicked voices reached my ear as Isadora stood by the side, hovering just a few feet above the ground. Thei
To all my lovely readers, I cannot thank you enough for staying with me on this wild roller coaster of emotions until the end. You cannot pick a favorite child but writing this book was magical, simply because, I got so many of you who were invested to read. I sincerely hope I've improved as a writer when compared to my old books and continue to write stories that touch your hearts. Last year was especially tough for me with fighting depression and a few other issues that I do not want to make public. Some of you loved the story, others not so much. But I want to thank every single one of you for giving this story and this author a chance. If my story managed to provide a temporary escape from reality or simply added a sprinkle of joy to your day, then my mission as a writer is complete. And to those who patiently endured the plot twists – I promise, I only did it because I love you all. Okay, maybe that is not the complete truth. Perhaps there was a hint of mischief in the twis
Jasper I turned my head to look at her from a distance. I could see the nervousness in her gaze, in her body language. My gaze flicked to the guests, all of whom were looking at her. She cleared her throat, “Today is going to be a big day of my life. But before I take that step…I…I wanted to tell you all something.” Her gaze found mine and I only smiled at her. Before she could speak another word, one of the many people in the crowd placed a hand on his chest and bowed down to her. Celia was stunned and watched him In surprise. Behind her, Nymeria, Xenos, and Vasil were slowly descending the stairs too. Following the first person, a few more did the same- place a hand on their chest, their heart to be precise, and bowed to her, going down on one knee. “What is going on?” She asked In a low voice. Soon, everybody followed suit. In a matter of minutes, the entire crowd was on its knees, bowing to her. Her eyes flicked to me and I too did the same gesture. Placing my hand on my
JasperI cleared my throat and looked down at the crowd of people who had come to witness the wedding. There had been no happy event or celebration in the palace after my birth.That day had been a day of celebration but Isadora had turned it into a nightmare. And after all those years, finally, we were having a moment to rejoice.But as I watched the hopeful eyes of the people surrounding me, I could not shake the uneasy feeling gnawing at me.I had to get rid of it. And the only way to do that was to be honest.For a confused moment, I stood on the stairs, looking at the excited faces of the people around me.My gaze flicked to my father and brothers, all of whom were smiling proudly at me.“Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention please?” I asked in a loud voice, turning even those heads that had been momentarily distracted while looking at the grandeur of the palace.“First of all, I would like to thank you all for being present today. Frankly, I did not expect so many of
JasperThe huge room suddenly felt too small and the air in the world did not seem enough to fill my lungs.Celia had spoken something, but I was too busy staring at her.My heartbeat was roaring in my ears as I took in her beauty that shone radiantly, nothing short of a thousand lanterns.Her face looked distraught and her eyes were red, her cheeks puffed up. Her makeup had smeared a little too.But despite that, she looked like an angel. A Goddess.I had only seen her in her usual gowns and training clothes, but this marvel…this was just for me.For a minute, I simply stood in front of her, drinking her features. How could she be so blissfully ignorant of what she was doing to me by just standing there in that beautiful dress?I took a step forward, and I saw a tear trickle down her eye.“Shh, don’t cry,” I said softly, reaching for her face and cupping it. And when I did, a surge of electricity rippled through me.My Lycan roared in my head, feeling exhilarated to see her all dolle
CeliaDread settled in my heart when Xenos and Nymeria revealed my life’s biggest secret. My whole life had been a lie?But then what about the people I grew up with thinking they were my parents?Nothing made sense anymore, and I only stared blankly at Xenos.“Is…is that true?”I asked, and he nodded. “There is a reason I never found the courage to tell you all of this earlier. And to be sure that I was not guessing it all wrong, I asked Nymeria to allow me to show her that memory, too. I touched her and with her permission, I looked through her memories…childhood memories, to be specific. There was no trace of me or Isadora in it.”My heart felt like it would break into a million pieces.“But then, how could I never do magic? I never sensed it and…and then why was I not able to fight her when she…she killed me?”I was sobbing hysterically and Nymeria’s face looked like she was cursing herself for ruining my day.She apologized over a thousand times that she did not want me to learn
Celia "Are you going to tell her, or should I?" Nymeria's question hung in the air like a storm cloud, casting a palpable tension in the room. I looked from Nymeria to Xenos, confusion and a growing sense of foreboding twisting in my chest. Their solemn expressions conveyed that something grave was afoot. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, my heart beginning to race. "Tell me what?" I pressed, my voice laced with unease. Xenos, usually a man of few words, hesitated for a moment. His eyes held mine for a second longer than I expected, and I could see a mix of guilt and apprehension in them. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it again, the weight of his unspoken words lingering in the room. Nymeria, her expression torn between sympathy and responsibility, finally broke the silence. "Celia, there's something you need to know." I felt a shiver crawl down my spine. The room, once filled with warmth and camaraderie, had now become suffocating with uncertainty. My thoughts raced as
CeliaThe grand lycan palace was alive with anticipation, every corner adorned with flowers and delicate decorations in celebration of our wedding day. Two weeks had passed in a blur since the night Jasper had proposed to me in front of my pack.And every day after that seemed like a dream to me. I would wake up and pinch myself, wondering if it was all my imagination.But it was true, every single moment of it…just like today.The air was thick with the sweet scent of blooming roses, and the palace echoed with laughter and the sound of joyous conversations.In my room, the one I used to live in before I moved in with Jasper, a sense of nervous excitement filled the room as I sat before a beautifully crafted vanity mirror, surrounded by my maids and my dear friend, Nymeria. Their skilled hands moved with grace, tending to every detail to transform me into the radiant bride I aspired to be.The maids began to braid my long, dark hair, weaving flowers and jewels into it.As their nimble
"Are you guys ever coming out?" Jasper called with a good-natured grin, standing a few paces away from the porch.He had his hands placed on the doorframe and looked at us with his eyes furrowed as he saw Vasil holding my hand which I gave a gentle squeeze.“Don’t forget what I told you. Think about it,” I added, looking at Vasil while getting up from the chair.Jasper folded his hands over his chest and asked, “What secret are you guys discussing?”Vasil too got up from his chair and gave my arm a light squeeze.“Of course. And just so you know, if he ever hurts you or makes you sad, you know where to find me.”“Ha ha ha, very funny, bloodsucker,” Jasper replied humorlessly and looked at me to indicate that he wanted me to come out of the room.Vasil outstretched his hand as if to say, “After you” and I looked at him with my eyes wide, “Why are you always mean to him?”Jasper grinned, “He tried to take you from me. Am I not great for letting him live?”Vasil, who was just behind me,
CeliaAs Jasper walked beside me, his very presence filled my being with warmth and comfort. His scent, a heady mixture of earthy woods and his own unique, intoxicating fragrance, enveloped me like a protective embrace. I observed him, my heart overflowing with gratitude for the incredible man who had become not just my love but my lifeline, my mate.Isadora had tricked me into believing Vasil was my mate but the true pull of the mate bond was poles apart from the confusion she had tried to insert in my head.It was as if whenever I saw Jasper, my heart filled with hope and the promise that if he was around, nothing would ever go wrong.Every time I recalled the way he had jumped up and down the floor when I called him my mate and the way he ran through the palace telling everyone excitedly that I was his mate, my eyes would grow moist.What had I ever done to deserve him? I barely tried to fight Isadora but he literally fought both the devil and the Goddess, just like he had promised