(Evelyn’s POV)
The sun was shining warmly through the large windows of the mansion’s living room, casting a golden glow over everyone gathered there. I sat on the plush sofa, my laughter ringing through the space as the younger members of our group surrounded me with endless jokes and playful banter.
Chris had just finished an exaggerated imitation of Magnus’s battle stance, earning hearty laughter from the group, including me.
“Hey!” Magnus protested, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably.
“I don’t look like that!”
“Oh, you do,” Veronica quipped from her seat by the fireplace, a smirk playing on her lips.
(Author’s POV)Over the next few days, Evelyn grew weaker. She struggled to keep up with the others, her steps slower, her voice softer. Everyone noticed, though no one dared say it outright.One evening, as she sat in the living room with Veronica and Kael, a sharp pain caused her to wince, her hand instinctively going to her stomach. Veronica noticed and frowned.“Evelyn, enough of this,” Veronica said firmly.“You’re not okay. Whatever is happening isn’t normal”.“It’s just the pregnancy” Evelyn replied weakly, trying to smile.“It’s not!” Kael said, his tone serious.
(Author’s POV)It has been a week since Evelyn fainted. She regained consciousness, but her body was pale and fragile, her once-bright eyes dulled from exhaustion and despair. She was advised by pack doctors to stay in bed for a few days because of her weakened immune system.Alex sat beside Evelyn’s bed, his heart breaking into a thousand pieces. He reached out and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.“Evelyn,” He whispered, his voice trembling.“I’m so sorry. I should’ve protected you better” Evelyn turned her head slowly to look at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Her voice, barely above a whisper, cracked as she spoke.“Alex
(Alexander’s POV)The soft glow of the moon filtered through the curtains of our bedroom. Evelyn and I lay together on our bed. Evelyn rested her head on my chest. My arms were wrapped protectively around her, holding her close as though she might slip away.Neither of us spoke for a while, both lost in our thoughts. The events of the past weeks had taken our toll, but tonight, there was an odd calm between us, a silent understanding that we needed this moment before facing what lay ahead.Evelyn gently traced circles on my chest with her fingers, her small bump pressing against me.“Do you think… our baby can feel all of this?” She asked softly, her voice tinged with both wonder and sadness. I looked down at her, my expression a mix of lov
(Author’s POV)The portal closed behind them, leaving Evelyn and Alex standing in an unfamiliar part of Daimon’s realm. This was not the dark, oppressive fortress they had expected but a dense forest cloaked in eerie silence. Towering trees surrounded them, their twisted branches reaching out like skeletal arms, and the ground beneath their feet was covered in a thick, unnatural mist.Evelyn instinctively reached for Alex’s hand, her grip tight as she scanned their surroundings.“This doesn’t feel right” She whispered, her voice barely audible over the deafening silence. Alex’s eyes darted around, his body tense and ready to protect his mate at a moment’s notice.“It’s his realm,” He said, his voice low and cautious.“Nothing here will feel right. Stay close to me” Evelyn nodded, her free hand resting on her small bump as if shielding their child from th
(Author’s POV)Daimon paced back and forth in his throne room, his fists clenched tightly, and his eyes glowing red with fury. The once-grand chamber, now cracked and dim, echoed with his every step. The walls seemed to pulse with his anger, mirroring the chaos inside him.“How dare she!” Daimon roared, slamming his fist against the obsidian pillar beside him.The force caused a crack to splinter down its length. His mother's betrayal burned him like an unhealing wound. Her attack had left him weakened, and every passing day that he couldn’t regain his full strength felt like an eternity of humiliation.The shadows in the room twisted and writhed as his rage grew. The faint whispers of his loyal monsters filled the air, trembling at his outb
(Author’s POV)The sanctuary glowed faintly with ancient magic as Evelyn, Alex, and Alden gathered around the crystal pool. The air was thick with tension, every breath heavy with the weight of what they were about to attempt. The silence was broken by Alden’s calm, yet firm voice.“Creation magic isn’t something you summon lightly,” Alden began, pacing around the pool, his hybrid aura radiating power and wisdom.“It’s the magic of life itself, the purest form of energy. But it comes with a cost…Someone must willingly give a part of their life force to invoke it. It’s an act of creation…one life feeding another”.Evelyn sat beside the pool, her hands resting protectively over her growing bump. Her
(Evelyn’s POV)The atmosphere in Daimon’s realm was thick with darkness and tension as Alden, Alex, and I stood in a clearing surrounded by towering, twisted trees. The eerie glow of the cursed land flickered around us, casting long shadows on the ground. This was where we would begin our plan to remove the curse from the baby and destroy Daimon.Alden drew a circle on the ground using powdered white crystal mixed with herbs. His hands moved steadily as he chanted ancient incantations. The ritual required creation magic… pure and ancient magic that hadn’t been used in centuries.I stood inside the circle, my small baby bump visible, my hand resting protectively over it. Alex stood beside me, ever vigilant, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger.“Are you ready?” Alden asked, looking at us both with a serious expression. I nodded, determination shining in my eyes despite my weakened state.
(Author’s POV)Daimon was sitting on his throne of obsidian. He was slowly regaining his strength after the brutal encounter with his mother, his body still healing from the divine wounds she inflicted.Suddenly, his chest heaved violently. A burning pain erupted in his core, and his eyes widened in shock. He lurched forward, coughing uncontrollably. Thick, black blood spilled from his mouth, staining the stone floor beneath him.“What… is happening?” Daimon growled, clutching his chest. His claws dug into his skin as more black blood gushed out, each drop sizzling as it hit the ground.His mind spun, trying to make sense of it. His curse was tied to the child growing in Evelyn’s womb, ensuring the baby's life would be his to control. But n
(Author’s POV)The once peaceful lands of Alex's pack grounds were now a battlefield, filled with the sounds of war. The ground was soaked with blood, and the air crackled with dark magic as Lazarus’s demonic army clashed against the united forces of Alex's pack, witches, vampires, fae, and guardians.The pack members, exhausted and battered, fought with all the strength they had left, but Lazarus's army was relentless. The demons, monstrous and terrifying, were swarming every corner, and with Lazarus's dark magic fueling them, the pack found it hard to hold their ground.Wolves, injured and weary, fought with their claws and teeth, but the demons’ brutal strength and Lazarus’s unyielding power made each strike feel like it was costing them a piece of their life.
(Author’s POV)The battlefield trembled under the clash of two titans… Alex, the Alpha King, radiating raw power and determination, and Daimon, the embodiment of darkness, exuding malice and cruelty.Their armies fought fiercely behind them, but it was as if the world had narrowed to just these two. Evelyn, standing within the safety of Alden’s sanctuary, watched the battle with bated breath, her hands clutching the edges of the barrier as if her touch alone could protect Alex. Her heart hammered with every strike and blow.They clashed repeatedly, sparks flying as light and darkness battled for dominance. Alex’s strikes were precise and powerful, driven by his unyielding love for his family. Daimon countered with raw strength and malice, each swing of his blade aiming to crush Alex entirely
(Author’s POV)In Alex's pack grounds, a war is ready to break out, but in Daimon's realm, the air outside Alden’s sanctuary was thick, heavy with tension and the stench of impending death. Alex stepped out of the sanctuary’s protective barrier, his steps steady and resolute despite the overwhelming darkness that lay before him. Behind him, his army followed in perfect formation…the angelic soldiers gifted by an angel, their celestial armor gleaming even in the dim, malevolent glow of Daimon’s realm.Inside the sanctuary, Evelyn stood at the threshold, watching Alex with a heart full of both pride and fear. Her hands rested protectively on her small baby bump, her body still weak but her spirit burning fiercely. She wanted nothing more than to stand beside Alex, to fight alongside him, but she knew he would never allow it. H
(Author’s POV)The air was thick with tension as the pack members gathered in the central courtyard of the packhouse. Witch guardian stood at the front, her sharp gaze scanning the faces of warriors, witches, and guardians who had all united under a single purpose… to defend their family and home.The guardians surrounded Witch Guardian as she prepared protective wards around the packhouse. Her hands glowed with energy as she muttered ancient incantations, creating shimmering barriers to protect the vulnerable. Sweat dripped from her brow, but she didn’t falter, knowing the lives of many depended on her magic.The warriors moved to their positions. Groups of werewolves sharpened their claws and teeth, shifting into their wolf forms, their fur gleaming under the dim light. The vampires, with
(Author’s POV)The tension in Alden’s sanctuary was suffocating, the stillness of the air weighed down by the looming battle. Evelyn and Alex sat side by side, their hands tightly clasped as they tried to find solace in each other’s presence.Suddenly, a blinding light filled the sanctuary. The brightness was so intense that both Alex and Evelyn had to shield their eyes with their hands, momentarily blinded.“What is this?!” Alex growled, immediately stepping in front of Evelyn protectively, his instincts kicking in.The light began to fade after a few seconds, and when their vision adjusted, they were met with a sight that left them speechless.Standing before them was a woman unlike anything th
(Author’s POV)Everyone stared at Ezra in disbelief. Gasps echoed through the room while some whispered in confusion.“Demons?” Chris asked, stepping forward, his fists clenched. Ezra shook his head, his expression dark.“Not just any demons. The army is being led by… Alois’s brother”.The room fell silent again, but this time, the silence was laced with shock. Eyes widened, jaws dropped, and even the Witch Guardian looked taken aback.“That’s not possible,” Veronica whispered, her voice barely audible.“Everyone knows the story. Alois’s brother was killed by Alois himself after…” She
(Author’s POV)The ground trembled beneath the weight of Daimon’s monstrous army. Towering beasts with twisted, grotesque forms snarled and growled as they moved in unison, their glowing red eyes fixed on their destination. The air around them reeked of sulfur and death, a testament to the darkness that emanated from their leader.At the center of this terrifying force, Daimon rode on a massive, black-scaled beast, its fiery breath scorching the earth with every step. His eyes burned with rage and malice, his lips curled into a snarl as he clutched the reins tightly.“Evelyn is mine. That child will never see the light of day. And Alex…will die by my hand” He clenched his fists, his claws digging into the reins.The forest that once s
(Alexander’s POV)After eliminating Daimon's creatures and removing the curse off their baby. Evelyn and I proceeded to Alden's sanctuary, which is safe from Daimon and his monstrous army.I gently placed Evelyn on a chair made up of leaves inside the sanctuary. She got herself comfortable, her eyes scanning the cozy space where once Alden was present.“This place feels… peaceful,” Evelyn whispered.“It’s like Alden is still here” I knelt in front of her, cupping her face in my hands. My eyes held a mix of love, pain, and determination.“He’s with us in spirit,” I said softly.“His sacrifice wasn’
(Author’s POV)Daimon was sitting on his throne of obsidian. He was slowly regaining his strength after the brutal encounter with his mother, his body still healing from the divine wounds she inflicted.Suddenly, his chest heaved violently. A burning pain erupted in his core, and his eyes widened in shock. He lurched forward, coughing uncontrollably. Thick, black blood spilled from his mouth, staining the stone floor beneath him.“What… is happening?” Daimon growled, clutching his chest. His claws dug into his skin as more black blood gushed out, each drop sizzling as it hit the ground.His mind spun, trying to make sense of it. His curse was tied to the child growing in Evelyn’s womb, ensuring the baby's life would be his to control. But n