Another punch landed on his face as he landed on the sharp edge of the wooden stake. An agonizing scream ripped through his chest as he immediately pulled the sharp piece out of his chest. But before he could stand another kick sent him flying onto the ground."Is this all you got, huh?" Michael grinned as he flexed his arms and cracked his knuckles before he rotated his neck to get rid of strain.Draven smirked as he spits blood out of his mouth while he pressed onto his bloody chest."Still revolving around Lucifer's pinky finger, I see," this was enough for Michael to land another sharp blow to his jaw as the crack of his bone filled the serenity of the forest. "It's no longer about him," Michael pulled his sword out of its shield as he raised it above his head. "It's about you...killing my friend.."Michale snarled at Draven. Draven shrugged his shoulders, smiled and slowly brought his hand behind his back, and immediately blew out a white powdery
Nothing.The shock was too great; my mind was running wild, my thoughts were scattered all over the place, my emotions were undescribable and yet I felt nothing.My mind processed her words, but my heart, my heart was in it's own dilemma. But then again I felt warm and soft inside. I wanted to cling onto that feeling but then reality knocked harshly on the door.I was going to die."I-I don't-" "Oh come on! Don't tell me you didn't knew, don't give me that look Draven," I watched as she threw her hands in air and groaned in frustration, but again I shut her out. I wanted to endure this feeling, this motherly feeling....for the last time. "She's pregnant and I can very well hear the heartbeats, then why can't you!" Heartbeats?Like magnet my eyes immediately rushed towards him and for the very first time sentiments, emotions reflected into his blue eyes. Those blue eyes, without any idea, I was falling for them, I wanted to see my shadow reflec
This will be the official part from where the second book starts. At first, Sarah is dead and this book starts from where she died with some past incidents.Please enjoy and do leave comments. I love reading them.The LATE 1600sBloody footprints descended behind Alatar as he ran as fast as he could down the dark, enchanted forests of Zhoutis. The blares of alarms rang in his ears as he tried not to cry thinking about what happened a few hours ago. He could still hear the screams of thousands of men, women, and children of his village as sorrows washed over him sweeping him into a dark abyss.He, moreover, knew it was by the grace of God that he was still alive though his left leg was badly injured. But injured leg wasn't his fear. The angry werewolves chasing him down were his biggest fear.He thought when he'd made a wrong deal with the wrong beings and stumbled across the wrong group of people. And ended up having his whole residence and village burned down to ashes that would haun
"Are you sure?""It has her scent..."Sitting on Sarah's bed, Lucifer grabbed the sheets and brought them to his nose before inhaling deeply. Somehow Sarah's intoxicating addictive scent managed to both warm his heart and squeezed it into nothing. His heart constricted in his chest as he felt strange yet familiar emotions raining over his barren heart. He let out a frustrated growl as he gripped the sheets tightly in his hands. He looked up at Draven standing by the window in her bedroom, staring outside. "How did we not notice?" Draven muttered with his voice calm.Lucifer looked carefully at Draven noticing a sorrowful look in his eyes. Lucifer was familiar with this look, he was suffering from this ineliminable sentiment."How would we? We were too engrossed in loving her, saving her from nothing. She played us like fools, turning our strength into weakness, making us stand against each other." Lucifer knew what Draven was talking about and he would be damned not to get what he wa
Damon casually walked down the streets of Sant Martin as thoughts of his sister seemed to invade his mind. With a deep breath, he drifted back to the conversation he had with Draven, about Victoria, about her missing self. Damon still didn't seem to understand why she flew away, for God's sake, she was pregnant. He couldn't do anything but worry about how she would be? After one month of Sarah's death, she vanished like she never existed.Sarah's death.Damon didn't feel sympathy or empathy for her death, she was no one to him. He never knew her. Despite having a beautiful face and dying for their body, she was no one important to him. But he was feeling slovenly dejected for some known reasons.Elijah.He was missing his brother, who never stayed long enough to nurture a bond between siblings. Damon thought back to a time when they were kids, away from the cruelty of this world, they all used to share strong bonds but because of their villainous father, they lost each other. Draven be
'I was addicted to a losing game'****There's hardly anything quite as blissful as an amble by the seashore. It's like strolling through an airy womb of sky and sound. The sea was a cerulean-blue gown and the beach seems dipped in earthshine gold. The waves in the distance were like white creases on a vast bale of velvet and the lolling of the yachts was both rhythmic and mesmerizing.It was not often you get to see a sunrise-gold beach. That was our privilege as we gazed out at the slothful sea. Ebbing ever so gently, it looked at peace in its jade-green gown. It felt like we were walking on a carpet of candy floss, such as its softness. The golden sand swept around in a scythe of beach, hemmed in by towering dunes.The horizon seemed to be stitched with a silver line. The seagulls were squawking over our heads and squabbling for morsels from the hotel kitchen. As the sun-scorched, our bodies to a crisp, a funfair of barbecued aromas drifted towards us. The saline tang of the sea mi
"He's drunk." "Ahh! Yes!" "You never told me he had six heads." "I didn't know myself, even I saw them today myself." A roar of laughter echoed in the whole room as Lucifer slammed his hand on the table with amusement. Damon looked astonished at them and gulped the lump of saliva that formed in his throat. "Elijah is alive." He mumbled again, softly but audibly. Lucifer looked at Damon for a long moment before he slowly opened another bottle and poured the liquid into his glass filled up to the brim, almost spilling out. Draven snickered before he threw his head back snickering. "Alright! Alright! You mean to say that our dead brother Elijah Edgar Vll, is alive?" Draven said clapping his hands mockingly. "I'm fucking drunk as shit! Am I hearing things?" Damon was not worried about Draven's comments instead fear of what would Lucifer do was creeping him out. Lucifer looked unbelievably calm. The calm before the thunder. "Come on, Damon! Don't take advantage of u
'I wanna make you mine but that's hard to say Elijah grunted as one of them punched him in the face. He knew he wouldn't be able to take any of them all on his own but one thing he was sure about, neither one of them would kill him. He instantly regretted the decision of leaving the house hours ago and he was still not over the fact that Sarah would be all alone. It was not like she was in some danger but leaving her alone in the night didn't sit well with him. But now there was no going back, was there? "I'm fine. Thanks for asking, dear brother." Elijah groaned as another kick send him flying backward, colliding his body with rock hard wall. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Draven snarled as he landed another punch on his sculpted face which was covered with the crimson decorative color of Elijah's blood. The blood was seeping through his cheeks and his body was already sore. He could feel his insides beings ripped. "Come on, Lucifer! Don't give me that look, just say it." Elijah sai
The first rays of sunlight lit up my room. The dawn chorus of melodic birdsong drifted in. The rising sun cast a rosy hue across the morning sky. Golden fingers of sunlight lit up the scene. At daybreak, it is cool and invigorating, full of songbirds, walkers and joggers. At midday, it is sleepy, hot and still. In the evening, shadows lengthen and coolness returns. But at night, it can be a frightening place, with dangers lurking in the dark shadows of the foliage. Dewdrops, rolling along the roses I planted a few weeks ago, the balcony was covered with plants and flowers, and nourished dreams, splashing a piece of transparent sunlight. In a golden squeak, hatch dawn that is no longer wet. Early morning was like the baby who wakes up after a night of sleep, just like the one giggling in my arms. Everywhere, there is vigour and vitality. The flowers, and the grass, are so green, I feel comfortable, I like the beautiful morning, it gives me a wonderful start. Since it was the week
I’ve always been curious about various things, life, the sun, fate and the kiss of death. The word was limited yet held the power to seize everything in its hold, I varied, yet condemned. I felt every emotion yet I couldn’t reflect any. I had been staring at her body for a moment now, waiting for her to wake up and attack me, to kill me, but she couldn’t, she was dead. I killed her. The storm raging up in the sky reflected the one bubbling in my heart. I’ve become what I despised the most. A murderer. A killer. This wasn’t my intention, I just wanted to help. But when she admitted she was responsible for Elijah’s death, I couldn’t control it, I couldn’t help but feel dangerous. Maybe because Elijah was the next good thing that ever happened to me. He was there, always, just like Falcon, looking out for me, caring for me without a second thought. He indeed was a friend in need and not in need. He knew what he promised me and yet he could do wonders to make that happen. We spotted
Draven grunted and docked a brutal punch over his jaw, the man knock over his back gripping his jaw as he pulled himself away from him and screamed while charging at him again. Draven sighed annoyingly before running past him with speed as he snapped his neck. “Bloody, bastards,” he cursed as he wiped his hands over his pant. “Where is she?” He raised his brow as he turned around to see Nicholas holding himself by the wall as he limped to him. Draven chuckled. “Who? The witch or the bitch?” He snickered and Nicholas growled before trying to charge at him before Draven lunged past him and kicked him in the face. “Melissa! What did to do to her?” Nicholas growled and Draven sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. “Melissa, Melissa, Melissa. She’s not who you think she is. I don’t even know if she ever existed.” Nicholas frowned. Draven rolled his eyes. “The woman you saw years ago, It wasn’t even her real body. God! The body I fucked wasn’t her real body either.” Dr
Magic. What a word. If someone would’ve told me this two years ago, I wouldn’t have believed them. Who would? No one, precisely. Magic was just a hypothetical word that was used to enhance the beauty of the world. But today, it was different. I believed in every other thing that I would never have. Magic. Spells. Reincarnation. Second chance of life. Everything. Why wouldn’t I? I’ve been through them. It still felt like a dream that I was once dead, and I lost my children to Melissa. To save everyone, I had to sacrifice my blood. Not a thing a mother would do, but a thing a true queen would do. Elijah, my dad, my brother, Michale, Angelina, Victoria, and every person I loved was going to become a pawn in Melissa’s play and I refused to let them die, so I did what I thought was best. She needed to die. And today, I was standing in something similar situation. My people were fighting outside, Lucifer was probably looking for me, worrying. Despite my frustration with Draven, h
“This shit’s getting on my nerves. First you’re telling me that the ancient bad bitchy witch is alive, then you’ve almost succeeded in giving me an heart attack by saying she’s creating a reincarnation spell and third, her body is getting destroyed? Like what the hell? How’s she supposed to reincarnate when her body is destroyed?” Damon groaned in frustration in the phone before speeding towards the forest path. “Calm down, Damon. You just need to go there and note the situation. We’ll handle the rest.” Damon sighed and shook his head. “I’m doing all this because I trust you, Draven. Don’t make me regret this.” Damon could hear Draven sighing and heaving a deep breath before he heard his deep voice. “I know what I’m doing, Damon. I just need to make things right, for once, for all.” Damon gritted his teeth and nodded regardlessly. “I love you, brother.” Damon could practically imagine Draven grinning as involuntarily a smile created on his lips as line went off
“How are you alive? The last time I remember, you died with me? Then-“ “You don’t shut up, don’t you? Still couldn’t figure out what Lucifer saw in you.” Melissa groaned with annoyance and I held back the urge to roll my eyes. What a scheming wench she was. “If you’re gonna kill me, at least I deserve to know some answers, don’t you think?” I pushed further as she dragged me down the stairs. The spiral stairs were making me nauseous but it was the least of my worries now. Melissa was alive and God knows where Lucifer was. I was unsure if Nicholas was still alive and if there was something wrong with me. Melissa took an incisive turn as we reached the cellars when she let go of me suddenly. “So, you’re gonna kill me here?” I mumbled as I looked around the cellar with only one single, barely enough to see a window that was situated on ground level. The four walls lacked any colour instead of grey concrete walls and floor. I looked amusedly at her as she groaned in frus
Blood froze in my veins, the paranoia in my mind was becoming a reality, taking a shape, a turn, a frame, Melissa’s silhouette. The only person that deserved my hatred more than Nicholas, the only woman who had destroyed me once and now she was back to snatch my happiness away from me again. I was startled, scared, terrorised, angry. And all this emotions bottled up as one. The most intriguing one among them was rage. That explained the familiarism. Just because Melissa had taken a different body this time, her selfish self couldn’t be changed. She still was that self-obsessed freaky bitch. “What are doing here, Melissa?” Lucifer asked, his eyes not leaving hers. The more he looked at her, the more my heart shattered, the more I felt the rage to drive my claw into her chest and rip her heart out, the more I wanted to claim Lucifer as mine and the more I felt strange. “We are fated, Lucifer. Where you are, my existence is there.” Her honey laced words were anything but fa
The delicacy and how strained the situation we were trapped in was, I was having this delusional feeling inside me that told me that something was about to happen, something inevitable. And be it my intuition or the fear in my chest, my sentiments were certainly affecting my unborn child. Not that I could only feel my child, I could also sense his sentiments. Just like the fear and yet underlying hidden feeling that something inside me was changing. ImI couldn’t exactly feel it completely, but I could feel my child’s heartbeat and his pores inside me growing, expanding. It must have related to something Nicholas had done. Lucifer tsked as he shook his head looking at Nicholas. “We can end this in a way that’ll benefit both of us, Nicholas.” There. There it was. The thing, the feeling that had been clawing me since Lucifer unlike his predator self started to have a civil talk with Nicholas. There was something in his mind that I wasn’t aware of, something cynical and far mo
This world’s full of misery and lies, no matter how hard you try to keep yourself together by holding the thin pieces of hope that barely help you to conclude anything, you still find yourself wanting for what has made you suffer more than anything. And probably this was the reason why I was in this situation, I wanted to be left alone, away from all this, but at the same time, I wanted someone to hold me close and ruffle my hairs mumbling sweet nothings into my ears. This ecstasy was something I wanted to cherish, wanted to live and then there was this unrelenting feel that something was changing. I was never the one to wish for someone’s demise or harm something knowingly but this, this man made me wish for hell, a sadistic and cruel way in which he was bound to die. I knew it. Cause Lucifer barely kept his enemies alive not when someone threaten his obsession. And for the first time, I wanted the same. “Why’re you doing this?” Nicholas grinned, making me both grit my teet