All Chapters of Chased By The Dark Alpha: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Brief Explanation of Chapter 37: Vol 2 Castiel’s powers include trapping a person in the realm of their mind. Avery was pushed into the magical realm, which was inside her mind. A person’s mind in this fiction is made up of thoughts, memories, and all. Castiel can manipulate a person’s mind by creating illusions of people the person loves to be against them. Samuel’s mind was connected to Avery’s through Castiel’s power, so the fight between the two happened. Next, the white corridor with doors is the corridor of her memories. When she opens one door, she sees a bad memory of the day her fake mom and dad discussed how she was of no use. Castiel can manipulate what she sees, so she sees all the bad things around herself that slowly start to break her mentally. All those figures attacking her are strong illusions of the mind played by Castiel to mentally weaken her since Avery is not very confident in herself. He targeted her weak spot. But when Avery was on the verge of giving up, the

JANNET’S POVBefore I could throw the bottle at Mathews, I felt a pain in my chest and dropped to the ground the roof. The man beside me held me from falling. “Hey! Are you okay?” the others also saw me but they couldn’t move from their position or else we would lose. I held my chest as the pain intensified and the air felt thinner. I took long breaths to get more oxygen into my lungs. One of the female snipers said, “It's Castiel. He saw her on the roof.” Shit! The man holding me placed my back against the wall. A few seconds passed and the pain subsided. I could finally breathe. “Is it better?” the man asked and I nodded, showing him my thumb. “Good. You should stay out of the man’s sight. Or else he will kill you.” he said and got back into his position. I sighed deeply and stared up at the sky. There was nothing but dark clouds and a few birds flying. I needed to know if Candice was safe or not. I slowly rose to my feet. Taking some of the bottles with me, I took the stairs

AVERY’S POV While I concentrated upon this candle's flickering flame and chanted the incantation, I heard my mother's voice in my thoughts whispering, "Have faith in yourself, Avery." I can accomplish this. I had to. With electricity and adrenaline jolting up my spine, every hair on the back of my neck stood up. The gap between my brows itched, and I had the weight of a boulder on top of my head. With each second I spent muttering the spell, the prickly sensation gained strength. The magnitude of the process was staggering. I shut my eyes due to feeling dizzy and allowed the darkness to comfort me. I resorted to the brief but treasured moment I had with my mom, seeking strength in the darkness. "Stand up for love." The stillness echoed her words. I regarded the people for whom I needed to perform this spell. Despite the exceptionally bitter and cold weather, my system was steadily heating up from within. Initially soothing, the heat soon became unbearably hot, as if the candl

“Wait here,” I told Dominic and took slow steps towards the clearing. I could sense magic everywhere, creeping over my skin like a slithering snake. I tapped the ground beneath me with the sole of my shoe. I could sense the ground was an illusion and only a witch could see through it.I closed my eyes and allowed my senses to be awake to their full potential. I could hear the birds chirping, the smell of forest and the ground beneath me. Gradually, they all faded and I felt my shoes immerse into the ground which had turned soft like mud. The mud turned more moist and almost felt like water.I opened my eyes and saw the ground beneath me had turned into water, like a lake. I dragged my feet over it, feeling an invisible ground that allowed me to walk on the water. As I kept moving forward, the intensity of the magic grew around me and when I reached the center of the lake, I saw something flash beneath the clear water.The water had no color of its own, reflecting the dark sky above li

I couldn’t feel my left hand. I didn’t know if it would ever heal. I was not a werewolf after all. Tears rolled down my eyes as I sat on my knees, the tree monster’s hand inches away from breaking the bone of my left leg. It had stopped and said, “Give your soul to me and I shall not destroy your body. It will be destroyed now or later. So it is better if you give up.” I closed my eyes, allowing the tears to soak my cheeks. The monster’s voice faded and everything slowed down. I extended my right and only hand at the sword. I would finish this. Without wasting another second, I pierced the sword’s tip into the root of the tree. The pain of my leg bone snapping didn’t affect my action and I gave every ounce of my strength left to cut the tree from its root. The wood on the body of the monster cracked and soon burst into pieces, falling like snow on the ground. I dropped the sword and fell to the ground, my breathing labored. Blood pooled beneath me. My blood. I didn’t have a