All Chapters of His Hidden Child: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Nina Black Opening the drawers Nina took out the necessary ingredients required from a spell book, containing powerful locating spells and breaking spells for the difficult task ahead. "Thyme, rosemary, a container of crushed, powdered eagle bones, a jar of liquefied cow's heart, a small jar of withered petals of a white rose, a bottle of the ashes of an ancient Redcedar tree, a map of the world - in case the Princess has not already got one - candles have already been placed accordingly upon the table, so all that is needed now is something belonging to Angelica. That should not be too difficult to accomplish." Nina took everything which stood in the middle of the dimly lit basement and began blending the ingredients together in a wooden bowl. She waited for the future King's younger sister to arrive so that they may perform the spells together. With Nina's assistance it should only take them two months to complete, three at most, to f

Gabriel BlackThe silver chains shackled on his ankles rattled against the stone floors beneath him, the silver metal burned and sizzled his skin. It felt as if his skin was melting off the bone. The overwhelming smell invaded his nostrils and his senses were jumbled by the sickening smell all the while his animalistic instincts blocked all rational thought so only one thing remained: the mate bond. He had been down in this cellar for far too long - days, maybe weeks - and now there was almost nothing left of his mind, he's almost completely all wolf and no human thought. The only thing driving him is the pull of the bond, he could feel his soul being pulled, nudged and pushed because his mate is here, somewhere in this building and he is too restrained - too weak - to take her for his own.Gabriel heard the sounds of the wooden doors opening with creaking protest, bare feet could be heard slapping against the concrete stairs as th

Lu He didn't know this yet, but he was being compelled. He was so stricken with grief and pain from the loss of his mate, Garcia, his beautiful wife, that he did not realize that his choices, actions and thoughts were being manipulated by the girl named Madeline. She shows herself to him as a child and normally one would think twice about a child planning revenge upon the Werewolves however she has him under a spell, turning him into a pawn and a traitor to his own kind.Now he was sitting on his bed, the sunrise just peaking through his window above his bed where he sat, staring at his phone's wallpaper which was a beautiful picture of Garcia smiling brightly, her wedding veil floating in the wind. He smiled sadly at it, recalling their wonderful day and how he shed tears when he saw her walking down the garden path littered with flower petals, her dress flowing around her ankles and her hair down with soft curls which framed he

SavannahThe Court was almost filled to the brim with Werewolves and Witches, each individual harboured concerns for the recent events going on such as Witches abandoning their alliances with neighbouring Werewolf Packs and attacking without any warning or reasons. Such as this reason for this meeting. Savannah decided to walk around the court room, she always hated just sitting in one place just waiting, and she ran into Werewolves that came to her with some concerns that they wanted brought up during the meeting, others wanted to meet her and introduce themselves and there were some that simply sat down on the podiums and just waited. Savannah understood their anxiety, these were trying times indeed. Some were scared, some were angry, others were just determined to just know what was happening. There were some that laughed and enjoyed themselves probably to ease the tension they could all feel. She walked around some more and

AngelicaA white curtain brushed softly against my cheek as I starred out the window watching the gentle wind blow through the trees just outside. I sighed with annoyance. I knew I was in a dream, I don't know how but I knew that this place wasn't real. It was too calm, too surreal, too foggy, to be anything but a dream. All I could do was watch the trees from this window inside this fake nursery room. Whatever this room, this place, was I knew it was made of magic because I couldn't leave. There was no door to this room. All there was in this room was a crib, a rocking chair, an empty bookshelf, a simple grey rug on the wooden floors and this window draped with white curtains. The walls were a mint green, the blankets in the crib were a sunshine yellow with a simple brown teddy bear and a fluffy white cushion. Nothing changed. The only thing that really changed was my ever growing belly which I believed was the only thing keeping me sane. Judg