Lucifer looked at the taunting eyes of his father."Well?" Kendrio said breaking deafening silence. "I'm waiting for an explanation!" Lucifer's jaw tensed with deep-seated anger as no words escaped his lips. Kendrio chuckled bitterly as he walked over to Lucifer.Draven felt the lump in his throat harden as he looked at the burning mansion. "....Melissa..." He choked out as tears escaped his eyes. His heart threatened to escape the cage by which it was surrounded. Never in his whole life had he felt this vulnerable and frightened....not even for his family."I've been ruling this world for ages and you..." Kendrio pointed at Lucifer with rage building inside him. "You ruined everything for a witch!" Lucifer felt his rage flare up for the man whom he called his father. He ground his teeth as he slowly turned around only to glare at Kendrio. "This is what you have been doing? Playing hide and seek with these witches?" Kendrio scoffed. "Did you think I w
"You can't be serious!" "I can assure you I am.""Then take me with you!""No!"Clipped. Short. Where the hell was he going? I followed after him as he walked inside the closet. Once again, he ignored my presence. I scowled as he dressed in a plain white shirt that looked heavenly on him and the same trousers he was previously wearing. He was the epitome of beauty and danger. Fuck! Why am I thinking all this?"Please," I tried again but like always he buttoned his shirt and rolled the sleeves up to his elbows. I crossed my arms over my chest before glaring at him."I promise I won't bother you," I whined like a child. I needed to know where he was going? After meeting with my parents, Michael entered the room. He said something in his ears and Lucifer went with him and after like two hours he was back and suddenly he ordered me to stay inside the castle. It wasn't like I was going somewhere?"At least tell me, where are you going?" Th
"Such a captivating little thing you are,"My heart threatened to escaped my rib cage as I looked into his green eyes. The fear I was feeling was beyond words. I couldn't understand what had I gotten myself into? His soulless eyes stared down at me and I wished that I had never asked Angelina to took me here. Then suddenly the voice whispered in my head.He killed Falcon.And that was enough for my fear to convert into anger and pain and before I could stop myself, my hand collided with his cheek. And the burn I felt told me how hard I hit him. "YOU MONSTER!" I intended to hit him again before an arm was wrapped around my waist and I was pulled into very familiar body. "I think I deserved it," Draven muttered before rubbing his sore cheek and looked down at me. What a shameless creature he was?Lucifer's arms tightened as he turned me around and looked mercilessly down at me. And that's when I realised, I had fucked up."I-I can expla-""I
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
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