Kandreah’s POV After our well-deserved rest, we continued to Sanguinabyss as planned. The border between Waltherra and Sanguineabyss was shielded with protective armour cast by Ramaalen, one of the daughters of Hades. Ramaalen is also known as Melinoa in Earthling’s mythology. Earthlings like to draw parallels between their deities and ours. How did they get the information about Ramaalen and many other Soovaree deities, which they included in their lores and mythology? I have no clue. Anyway, Ramaalen is a torchbearer of Wengarthria’s passages, who brings night terrors and madness. Malleteagan, Thersar and I merged our powers and broke her shield quickly. It was so easy to break it that I couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was wrong. “Hey guys, don’t you find it strange that we haven’t encountered the ruler of Walthera during our battle there?” I asked Malleteagan, Thersar and Nexelex. They stopped in their tracks turned their heads to me almost in unison, but remained s
Noosha’s POV I am looking at Conrad in downright disbelief. If the bell-end weren’t as sexy as he is, I would kill him on sight. He let Marcellus, that little dickhead run away. He slipped out of my claws again. “Conrad, tell me, why should I spare your life? I have left you for just a few seconds with trull’s spawn, and he escaped from you! You are a fucking joke!” I gritted through my teeth as I pinched the bridge of my nose, breathing in and out to calm my nerves. I cannot afford to lose my cool now. Because of the agenda, Yordanreen and all the other things I invested into this bigger-than-a-life plan. Too many things are at stake here, and I need as much of a loyal fight force as possible to get rid of the dirty old bastard who sits on the throne of Wengarthria. So, Conrad is as sharp as a marble, but hey…he is a good fighter and a great shag. So, although I can imagine myself shredding him into pieces with my magic for letting Marcellus run away, I need to find as much self-c
Kandreah’s POV Sanguineabyss is a vast subrealm within Wengarthria. So big that it could be a realm in its own right. Mud and blood are squelching beneath our feet. Its name is warranted by all means. Sanguine means blood in Latin. And this shithole really looks like an abyss of blood. The sky above us is a horizon saturated with ruby and crimson tones, reminding me of bloodied curtains of some perverse shit show while the smell of blood is flowing through all of my senses. I could live without blood for a long time as long as I have a regular influx of necromancy within me. The energy of death has a bizarre effect on me. It keeps me alive. My warriors, on the other hand, at least those faes who do not have necromancy elements within, are dependent on blood to survive. During the past few battles, they had more than enough opportunities to quench their thirst, to the disgust of non-vampiric warriors in the alliance. So, given the bloodbath we caused in conquered subrealms of Wengart
Marcellus POV“Well, I’ll take it that you can explain my presence here,” I said while sitting at the table. Given that I am not a man of many words, it is a huge step forward to have me start a conversation. This is only because of these cinnamon buns. Gosh, these look and smell amazing. I feel like I haven’t eaten for weeks. And then I started to load them mercilessly, stuffing my face with two at once. “Well, I’ll take it that even in Wengarthria, you have some manners. If not among the lowly demons, one would expect at least royalty to have some manners.” as the blonde bloke said this, the stupid bun stuck in my throat, and I almost choked. Man, give me a break. I hadn’t eaten for weeks, and even if I was full, these buns were so amazing that I would demolish them anyway.“I reckon that even in Wengarthria, you would at least introduce yourself before you devour the whole table in front of yourself, like some evil fucking vacuum cleaner from the underworld.” the blonde bloke is n
Meena’s POVI am plunged into a boundless, infinite field of mint with subtle hints of cedar, sandalwood and musk. I was snug as a bug in a rug while I swayed and rolled within its rich and intense aroma. The robust frame of my mate, the demon, one of the ruling deities of the underworld, is savagely pressed against my body, engulfing and embracing us with his fire and magic. He pinned my hands above my head, holding me in one place. However, one of the most powerful, fiendish and fearsome demons of the Soovare realm is not a fierce warrior, mage and telepath now. In front of me is an enflamed bulk of muscles, a devil’s embodiment with the look of an angel. The steel grey eyes are protruding into my soul with their intensity. His warm breath on my skin is about to cause my core to combust and melt as I cannot endure more anticipation. He is driving me into preorgasmic madness while taking his sweet time to tantalise every inch of my skin, leaving the wet trails where his tongue swirle
Meena’s POV I have decided to diffuse the tension by confusing everyone. So, it is my turn to play by the ear and cut the tension between the two. I am so happy that things are improving now with Marcellus, and I will not allow Merlius to rain on my parade. I understand he is protective of us and has fatherly feelings for us. I am also aware that he thinks that Marcellus’ presence here presents a safety issue for all of us and that our chances of being discovered here are higher. But he could try to be less hostile and belligerent, at least for this short time while we will have him here for the sake of fatherly love that he claims to have towards me, if not for anything else. But this seems unlikely as I look at Merlius, who glares and growls at unfazed Marcellus. Nope, they don’t look like they will patch up their differences. And nope, I am not going to allow nor accept this. Especially not now when I finally see the light at the end of the tunnel in my relationship with my mate.
Meena’s POVHe inhaled my scent and closed his eyes. He let my hands go and touched my cheeks gingerly as he continued to trail down my face carefully like he was an artist who painted on canvas. Wherever his fingers trailed, I felt my skin was burning and about to crack open under his touch. His touch was warm yet light like a feather, causing tingles of pleasure and gooseflesh to ripple throughout my body and hit me right down to my core. He then pressed his soft, warm, ripened and edible lips against mine while gently rubbing, licking and teasing mine, asking for access to deepen our kiss. He tasted like mint, fresh and alluring yet warm, wet and soft. His minty body scent mixed with sandalwood cedar and musk saturated all my senses. An unwilling moan escaped from my mouth as I surrendered to desire, which pulsated through every atom of my essence. No, this is not lust. This is greater than desire. This is a pure thrill and bliss caused by innocent and divine, outworldly love. Thi
Noosha’s POV“What do you mean, Moonlight curse? This is what killed my Larissa. It is about mating with firstborn children of Selene’s and Endymion’s lineage.” I said while listening to Elantria telling me what happened in Nerzelis. Meanwhile, Marcellus, a little spawn of a devil, was lying on the floor, naked as a newborn with charcoal black mist in his eyes. He was blabbering something in Latin and looked completely possessed. I could see the smidgens of Chaister's chaos magic in the mist that filled his eyes. That’s strange. Well, whatever, I don’t care. Gosh, I hate this little bastard. He looks like a spitting image of Hades. That makes my anger, hatred, detest and disgust towards him even greater. “Wait, you said Moonlight curse? Are you sure that the girl you saw was Aralyn?” I asked her while thinking what the hell had happened in there. I have been looking for this girl since Moon Dog killed my daughter. If she was indeed my long-lost granddaughter and if this son of a bi