A moment later, Saraya appeared, tying another sheet around her body and over one shoulder – toga-style. I trailed my eyes down her body, feeling my body grow hard for her. "Dane?" she called out. Her voice was soft and hesitant. And I could see she was carrying neatly folded clothes. I thought then she must have brought me a change of clothes. Naked and all, I went to stand behind her, slowly snaking my arms around her waist. She stiffened and then her body relaxed against mine. I nozzled the nook of her neck with the tip of my nose, drawing in the scent of her freshly scrubbed skin and trailing my lips down the slope of her shoulder and then up to the base of her neck. "I brought clothes," she said in barely a whisper. "Mmm…" I grunted, slipping my hands into her wrap to cup her breasts. "I don't need them though," I rasped. "Oh!" she gasped as I lifted her up and took her close to the side rock, making her press her open palms against it. I slipped my left knee in between h
“I am a messenger!” “You took the wrong job!” I thundered, the mountains shook and shimmers of sand sprinkled over us. Saraya’s fear was palpable so was the Djinns’. “I had no choice!” “When next you have a chance to breathe air into your fucking lungs again! Ask questions!” I gritted with clenched teeth and said the last part with my hand aflame. It cried out withering in pain. “Don’t kill it. We could use it!” Saraya said. I ignored her. I was too enraged to think and I have no idea why I would need a Djinn. I heard Saraya whisper and I knew it was an incantation, I jerked blazing eyes at her and she quickly shut her eyes and continued to mutter. Soon enough I was clenching nothing but air. I growled out loud and she used both of her hands to cover her ears. “I was going to kill that!” I snarled. “Calm down please we need it. I will explain when you are calm,” she whispered fervently. I took steady breaths and the scent of blood assailed me. Lowering my gaze, I saw that my
“Great!” Saraya said as I walked out of the cave, holding a bunch of snake plants. She had teleported us to a cave in the Southlands to get the tropical plant. “The last thing we need now is Struthio Camelus and I can make the amulet!” “Camel bird?” I repeated. “Yes!” “And what would you need that for?” “I need the skin to use as a durable leather to hold the spell! I could have loved to use a diamond, but I don’t know where we can get one big enough to use,” she said. “I have diamonds,” I said and watched as her beautiful eyes widened, and excitement danced in them. “How come?” she asked, frowning. “I am immortal, and it is the most effective means of buying things?” I said, slowly as if I was speaking to a simpleton. “Of course you do!” she said in exasperation as she folded her arms against her ample chest and glowered at me. “Let me guess, you also have gold coins stashed somewhere in unlimited supply,” she said. I grinned. I know she was being sarcastic but it pleased m
I woke up sometime later with the cabin smelling of smoke, sulfur, death, herbs and lingering, sweet fragrant plants. Saraya was not by my side and her side of the bed had grown cold which meant she had been up for a while. I could perceive her in the house, she was just not by my side. I had grown used to waking up to the warm feel of her body and the lack of it made me quite irritable. Grunting, I got out of bed, found pants to wear and headed out barefooted. A frown furrowed my eyebrows when I found the entire kitchen area covered in smoke, but I could see her clearly, standing behind the kitchen counter. The entire work table was littered with plants but when my eyes settled on the diamond rock I had given her with the snake plant, I knew what she was up to. There was also a glass gourd which I knew witches often use to hold enchanted substances, herbs or trap spirits. My eyes slowly lifted to her and she looked at me with a wide grin that wasn't hers. Her eyes were pitc
With the newly made charm necklace around my neck and the pendant tugged under my tunic, we headed out to town. Saraya was so excited she portaled us to the hem of the woods leading into Daekrahm in the North-central lands. The North-central lands are basically the land of clan rejects Werewolves who have gone rogue, the undead – nocturnal creatures of the night, banished dwarves, witches and generations of demigods with no magical talents who are now plain stray humans. Creatures who are natural enemies, cohabiting, with the sheer need for survival. But the Werewolves or Shifters as they are also known are the majority and it is in their nature to form packs, consciously or otherwise, making them the dominating kind amongst the others. Lycans have impressive numbers too, but not as the werewolves. No thanks to my kind. And the weather was quite conducive. My kind thrives in cold weather and the plain was plunged in constant snow. Also, Helios, the sun goddess, simply refused
“Um… Are you alright, lad?” Gloringreag Horncoat asked wearily. I stood back and removed my charmed necklace, watching his eyes bulge as he stared at me. Winking at him. I wore it back and handed him the paper I had written our list of supplies. He lowered his astonished gaze at the paper and then up at me. Saraya walked in behind me and his eyes darted from me to her and then back. “Saraya, my mate,” I introduced. Saraya simply nodded at the shorter man. His face suddenly crumbled and catching me unaware, he ran to hold me by my left leg. “Thank the heavens! You can help us!” he cried quietly. “Help you? From what?” I said, lowering my gaze to the small human. “The shifters! They want to take over the territory and charge us taxes for protection!” he replied in a rush, gazing up at me. “Shifters?” I repeated “The ones you call abominations!” he replied hurriedly. “Abominations?” Saraya repeated. I growled. “Werewolves,” I scoffed under my breath. “That is funny, shouldn’t
" "Um… will you let me down?" Saraya said close to my ear. I turned my eyes to her. "You holding me up like this doesn't quite scream 'fear this witch'!" she said through gritted teeth. I wanted to throw my head back and laugh. She glowered at me as if she could read my mind. I smirked instead and slowly lowered her to the snow-covered ground. But I placed my hand against the small of her back, silently letting her know to stay by my side. The wolves growled, snarled and stalked forward, prowling as they spread out surrounding us. A loud cry rang from the town and then several howls. The loud animalistic cry of dominance rented the air. The witch laughed. "Looks like you two were trying to run off. Tsk tsk tsk, I thought we made it clear there would be no desertion...." the witch said, conjuring fire and using it to create the symbol of witches, causing it to surround Saraya and me. I saw her eyes widen when neither of us flinched. "Who are the 'we'?" Saraya asked, placing her ha
I fought hard at the natural instinct of my beast. The scent of blood and flesh was not helping and in the middle of it all, I could distinguish Saraya's scent. Her soft floral fragrance was the only thing distracting me from completely embracing my animal side. Using it as my anchor, I clung to it and turned away from the sight of humans. Then I saw a burnt and headless corpse of a figure in crimson attire alongside the dead bodies of a lot of werewolves. It was quite easy to note which was her kill and which was mine. She watched me cautiously and I shut my eyes in my last attempt to contain my beast but I couldn't. Letting out a loud growl, I found myself moving to go to her. The urge to be close was overwhelming. Getting to her, I scooped her up and buried my nose in the nook of her neck, drawing in her scent like a starved freak. "D--Dane?" she called softly, gently smoothing back my hair. She was shaking with fear. "Don't be scared of me," I growled barely audibly. She wrapp
Leaving Saraya sleeping on the bed, I left the room with the intent to parade the pack grounds, the poor thing was tired. It's been quite a day. Wondering if anyone took up Evanore's offer or if Anastasios Martas had snatched his mate away as I did mine. My lips stretched in a smile and I took a deep breath, allowing that familiar feeling of contentment to settle over me. I swore it's been a while. The thought of Zeus still unnerved me whenever he came to mind but I figured I would be able to weather whatever plan he is cooking up as long as I have my family. The sight of the foyer being completely empty made me chuckle. I strode towards the kitchen and sniffed, my strides faltered as I thought about whether to go in or let the two be. Out of curiosity, I proceeded and pushed the door open. Bertulf was sitting on one of the tall stands by the kitchen workable and Ana; his mate, was serving him some steaks. The two looked in my direction when I peered in. "I wasn't expecting to s
"Are you going to kill me? You gutless fool!" Vrionis taunted Bertulf as he came to stand by his side. "No. I have exactly what I wanted. You, groveling at my feet, knowing you are about to die,' Bertulf replied. Vrionis snarled and even with one arm gone and his face bloodied with deep gashes on his left cheek, he made to lunge at Bertulf but Raedwulf Lykaon raised his right booted feet and crushed his head. Alora, Evanore, and I flinched and looked away. Reaching out to wrap her fingers around my wrist and Alora's, Evanore whispered, "We should leave the men to finish this up." "Yes!" Alora effused with eyes shielded with her other hand. I gestured to Sarafina to join us as Evanore drew us away from the scene and we found our way through dead bodies and to our side of the border. I didn't look back until we were on our side. And when I did, I only looked upward, silently searching for my husband for the second time in hours. "You can go home, Luna, this might take a w
I watched as a legion of wolves and Lycans milled to one side, about half of Vrionis armies, but the rest plus the ones with the neck bracelets did not stop. They started to rush forward towards us. Anastasios Martas howled and the guardians swept in after them. "If you are with me, stand to the far right!" Bertulf yelled, "and let the grounds drink the blood of traitors!" Vrionis half-shifted as he got closer to us. Bertulf did the same. And the difference between their beasts made me understand better the possible source of Vrionis' hatred. Bertulf was not a wolf but a mixed-breed Lycan. "Don't die," I told him. "He is no match for me," he growled back. "He didn't have a mechanical arm then, he does now," I warned and turned my back for just a second thinking to cut off the weight holding the balloon steady, so it could float up unrestrained. And from the corner of my eye, I saw Vrionis leap, landing in front of his half-brother, the two circle each other before leapi
The scene before me was impressive. Saraya has succeeded in buying time and protecting Jared, Sarafina, and the pack gammas. I saw the Lycans we rescued from the human realms were in the mix with Hauser and Kahn. The number of enemies beyond the veil was vast with Vrionis atop a fire-breathing dragon, billowing fire against the shield. And I could see he had replaced his severed hand with a mechanical one.I took a side glance at the guardians in silent inquiry. Anastasios Martas' eyes were swirling with anger. "One of yours?" I asked, gesturing to the dragon. "Mine," one of the newly freed guardians answered from the back. "We may never get him back. He has that damn contraption around his neck!" Anastasios Martas growled. "That thing killed my beast, I can't wait to get my hand on that little shit!" Anastasios Martas snarled. "You all have to be careful, we can't tell what else he has up his sleeves," Evanore said. I nodded. Saraya and Evanore hurried forward to help Sarafina.
My heart was beating faster than normal at the thought that Dane had been in mortal danger and Hekate; my mother, had to intervene and the children had witnessed it. The fear clouded my thoughts and feelings, drowning the emotions geared from meeting my birth mother for the first time. So many things were happening at the same time. I took a quick glance at the entrance Hekate had walked through a moment before with my children as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and not that she had just brought my children back from Mount Olympus. I swallowed, conjuring her image in my mind, and thought she looked quite stunning. And it almost seemed as if I was looking at my own reflection. I felt really charged when she hugged me as if she was passing energy through the very core of my being. Dane making love to me earlier had renewed my strength that had been drained by the ordeal with that bitch; Isidora. But Hekate holding me made me feel even more whole with my skin ting
"I'm fine, Dane, I just need a minute to catch my breath," she grumbled. "I know. You have your minute now," I said and placed her on a side couch. Kneeling in front of her to take off her clothes: her cloak and then her fitted pants were the first to go. Making her perch on the edge of the leather couch. I started to unbutton her inner garb until there was nothing beneath but her naked skin. Once the front flaps were free, I parted them up to reveal her naked breasts and gently stroked the back of my hand against her swollen buds. I fought an inner battle to resist her but damn it, she was beautiful. The need to taste her made me lick my lips. Saraya's breathing grew more audible and I raised hooded eyes to meet hers. She reached under my Pteruges to frantically free my shaft. I leaned forward to cup her delicate chin and took her lips. The soft feel made me groan. Her hands stroking and pumping my dick made me quiver. She wrapped her legs around me so as to draw me closer to
I saw for about 20,000 feet above ground level the fucking witch draining my woman of her essence. She just would not stop compiling her sins against me. Increasing my speed with all the fury in me, I swatted the witches in my way to get to her and wrapped my fingers around her throat. Lifting the bitch from the ground and assuming my true form with horns and all, I snarled close to her face, "What did I say would happen when I see you face to face, witch?" She croaked and fear flashed in her eyes for about a second and then she grinned, "Why are you so mad, Lycan prince? Is it because I bested you and succeeded in making a fool of you? I know your type. Your pride and arrogance are as big as the sky. You can not bare to think a mere mortal like me could outwit you! Fucking bastard!" she spat and I caught her hand movement as she tried to conjure something to use against me and I let her since it appeared she was a moron. She jerked and aimed for my gut with a sharp knife dri
"Anastasios!" Zeus thundered. I heard a movement from my right and then Zeus added, "get him out of my sight!" "Yes," Anastasios Martas said and he called out to Raedwulf Lykaon. And then I felt lifted from the floor. Wanting to walk out with at least a little fucking dignity, I pushed the two away once they helped me up to my feet and started to walk towards the door. I was in excruciating pain but was determined to walk out of that bloody door by myself. And once I was out in the corridor, I fell hard to my knees and slumped. Anastasios Martas and Raedwulf Lykaon rushed to pick me up. "You are so fucking stubborn!" Anastasios Martas growled. "Now I know why he was so relentless. You two are so much alike," he added. "Get me outta here!" I said in a drawl. 'Not in this state you need to heal!' Anastasios Martas retorted. Grabbing him by the throat, I snarled, "Get me out of this goddamn place!" "You are unbelievable, Dane!" Anastasios Martas said in utter frustration. I f
"If I may say something … father," Anastasios Martas said, stepping forward as the guards surrounded us. The guardians stood with me in the circle and totally refused to move. "Don't tell me you want to speak in his defense?" Zeus said, giving him a cold stare. "Not a defense per se, but a report …" he said. Zeus sat back. Tabitha and Keanu looked crestfallen. Serene and Hekate rushed to pick the two up and murmured something to them that assuaged them. Serene held on to Keanu while Hekate carried Tabitha. They then turned to watch Anastasios Martas as he continued to speak. Again, I had a feeling that this was planned. "I'm certain Zeus is aware of the conflict caused by the witch who stole mother's weapon of war using one of Hekate's children as a shield. She used that power to commit a lot of atrocities and also enslave Adrastea Orion, Veniamin Tantalatos, Theseus Vlahatos, Yorgos Petras, Christodoulos Angelopoulos, Giannis Macratos, Panos Stavropoulos, Marios Totopoulos, Mi