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"Why did you put me through that?" I asked, taking a moment to delve into his intense gaze. "Do you really despise me that much?" Dimitri hissed, his voice sharp like a knife. "Isabelle, be careful with what you say." "Why should I even try?" I shot back, matching his intensity. "That’s enough!" Dimitri growled, his voice low and menacing. Before I could respond, he roared, halting my words in their tracks. He seized my arms, pushing me against the wall. My heart raced, and the fire in his gaze intensified. This is unbearable! There’s no escaping destiny anymore. His lips crashed onto mine, stealing my breath and breaking through all my defenses. --- Isabella Rosa Santacruz is a witch on the run, her blood linked to a prophecy that positions her as the key to the universe. Throughout her life, she has evaded monsters and myths, always staying a step ahead—until now. Dimitri Axel Castellan, known as the Blood Alpha, is feared, ruthless, and weighed down by a cursed pack fated to perish on the eleventh blood moon. However, when he encounters Isabella—the one person he never expected—everything shifts. She becomes the air he can’t breathe without, even if loving her means sacrificing everything, including his own life. Will their connection protect them from the impending chaos, or will it pull them apart?
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Chapter 1 GOT THE DRINKS!!!” Tonight at the club, I heard Iris scream loudly as she tried to drown out the deafening noise of the music that was determined to burst my eardrum. I took one of the red plastic cups from her hands and tried my best to yell out at her, “About time! Why did you take so long!” The blended cocktails in the cups were ones I would rather not know the components of. This was my first night at Tropical Thunder, Bournville’s largest and busiest nightclub. Basically, everyone from our college attended, even a group of adolescent hormone-happy high school students who brought phony identification to show their peers how horrible they really were. What utter fools they were, squandering their time attempting to validate their value to others who didn’t give a damn. I thought it was silly to try to live up to other people’s expectations; why not just be yourself? But anyhow, enough of my viewpoint, Iris started. Iris laughed and bobbed her head back and forth, following the beat of the music playing. “I met a guy,” she exclaimed. A man, she mentioned? This was just how Iris was. She changed males like clockwork every single week, but there was nothing I could do about it. She was the only friend I had and the finest one I had. Do not misunderstand me. I’m not one of those pitiful, bashful females who can never seem to find friends or know how to have fun. This was not the case, though. I believe that I’m a very enjoyable person to hang out with, and I’m sure that anyone would want to be friends with me. However, the real reason I didn’t have any friends was that nobody, save Iris, could truly stay around to comprehend my already dysfunctional existence. She remained consistent no matter what. To me, she was more than just a friend; we shared an unbreakable sisterly tie. She was my only remaining family member and very dear to me. It was there that Iris and I nearly grew up together—that is, until Iris was adopted by a wealthy and loving human family and I was adopted by a repulsive abuser and drunkard. Well, that’s just my usual luck, though. It was awful, extremely awful if I may say so. Similar to the kind of bad luck where lightning strikes the same spot twice. We both began to dance to the music playing in the background, and I inquired, “Who is the new guy that got you smiling like this?” Pizzaboys was it; their music was the greatest. She turned around and asked, “Remember Landon Brettman? From literature class?” as we rocked our bodies together and I ran my hands over her body. However, isn’t she supposed to be fucking kidding me? Do I still recall Landon Brettman? It is impossible to forget someone as obnoxious and terrible as Landon Brettman, or as I generally refer to him, as Landon jerk man. Of course, I remember Landon Brettman. In addition to being a showoff, brat, proud, irritating, awful, overconfident, and a host of other adjectives that could be used to describe him indefinitely, Landon was also a big man whore and spoilt. And regrettably, I was unfortunate enough to be paired with a high-literature course out of all the several that I had applied for. If I’m being very honest, Landon looked more like one of those clichéd jocks from the 1990s. A guy like Landon was, to put it plainly, a complete waste to humanity. Data! I laughed and expressed my disdain at the idea of her and Landon dating. “Ew. I bet he wouldn’t even last a day with you. It’s either you dump his sorry ass or he cheats again.” I sincerely hoped that this wouldn’t last forever. “Maybe? Honestly, I think so too, but I’m going to be the one dumping him first.” We both giggled “But you know that they all just serve as a fun distraction for me until I find my one true mate,” Iris remarked with a smile. The idea of meeting her partner, who the Moon goddess had predestined for her, thrilled her much. Yes, your guess was correct! I’m a witch, and Iris is a werewolf. And sure, it’s true that all those things older kids told you around ridiculous campfires or in the dark to scare the living daylights out of you are true. There is magic. It was also very much true that there were monsters, creatures, and things you would never think were possible; in fact, they all wanted me dead. I’m not sure what sin I must have done in a previous life, but everyone and everything on this already dysfunctional world wanted me dead.Latest chapter
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Third-person POV Like a razor slicing through the air, Sylvester’s desperate calls cut through the quiet passageways of the Volkari vampire coven’s palace. He could feel the weight of the message he was carrying increasing with every step; it was highly significant and disturbing to their goals. Anxiety knotted in Sylvester’s chest because he was certain that his master, the vampire king, would not approve of this.His shove caused the throne room’s tall doors to tremble and creak, announcing his arrival with a loud roar that echoed throughout the room’s enormous volume. “Sire! Sire! Sire!” cried Sylvester, his eyes bloodshot with terror and anxiety. With a low, groveling bow that conveyed the seriousness of the matter, he paused before his master and the King of the vampires, Konstantine. Seated on his throne, Konstantine remained still, his black robes fluttering about him like a raven’s wings. His blood-red eyes glowed with rage as he stared coldly at Sylvester. He always relished
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Oh Dimitri… I did something really terrible… I— I—” With a hint of worry in his voice, he said softly, “Tell me Isabella. What did you do?” He stares into my eyes as I tell him, “I made a deal with the prince of hell.” “Isabelle—” I hastily informed him, “I didn’t know what else to do. It was the only way I could bring you back.” “That’s why I feel different… My soul became part demon during my time in hell.” he said.I nodded, “Yes.” He pressed his palm into his black hair and took a deep breath. Dimitri’s voice hardened in rage, but it wasn’t aimed at me. “What did that bastard ask in return?” he demanded. “He wants our daughter. He says he will come to claim her as his bride after she turns eighteen.” I told him the truth. “Fuck Isabelle! How could you trade our child to bring me back.” He screamed. “I had no other choice, Dimitri. With you gone we wouldn’t even have a child to begin with. I knew I was wrong but I couldn’t live without you. But I’m not giving up my daughter to anyon
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His smirk sent a shiver down my spine as he said, “Alright! A bargain with the devil always comes at a great price.” Would I be able to afford the cost? I shouted, “What price do I have to pay?” With icy breath departing his lips, he said, “It isn’t a matter of price, but a matter of cost Isabella.” With such a chilly tone, he tells me, “And the cost is your first born daughter. When you finally have her she will be my bride.” His remarks caused my eyes to widen. He desired my child. He wanted her even though I wasn’t pregnant yet. I said, “You bastard!” I lash out at him, saying, “You are crazy if you think I will agree to that.” I stared at his pallid face. He stands directly in front of me and asks, “So would you rather let the man you love remain dead? I thought mortals were willing to go to any depths for love, or was I wrong?” “The child can live with you until she turns eighteen, that’s when I will come to claim her as my bride.” Memphis declares. I considered it: I couldn’t gi
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I sobbed while holding his lifeless body close to me. Lance fell to the ground and knelt in front of his dead Alpha. He sounded a long, melancholy howl, and the other wolves bowed to the fallen Alpha King, joining him in the sky with their own cries. “The end??” I muttered, “This can’t be our end, Dimitri,” with a low, savage snarl. “This couldn’t be the end we deserved!” I sobbed, transforming my suffering into a renewed resolve. “I won’t let our story end this way, Dimitri. This is my last promise to you.” We weren’t doomed! ~~~~~~~~~~ ***AFTER A WEEK*** Location: Damascus, Syria He passed away seven bloody days ago. It had been seven brutal days since sanity had deserted me, replaced by a primordial, all-consuming hatred that drove my every action. Finding a method to revive Dimitri had turned into a singular fixation of mine, an unrelenting quest that had no boundaries. I have been traveling across the entire continent for the past couple days. In an attempt to revive Dimitri, I
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My greatest love, Dimitri, was my mate, and I had to find him! My father hurried after me and asked, “What is wrong, my dear?” I kept a close eye on him since I sensed that his motivations weren’t entirely good. I said, “This isn’t real,” my voice trembling with conviction as I shivered out of his icy clutches. “None of this is.” Panic flared in my mother’s eyes as she tried to pull me in. “What do you mean?” she asked, looking into my soul with an emotionless face. I mumbled, “Mom, I watched you die,” my voice choked with a mix of outrage and agony. I tell her and all the witches in the room who are watching, “I watched all of you die when I was only four. This can’t be really happening?” My mother bluntly said, “We are your family, Isabella,” and as she sought to bring me into her arms, I resisted. As the shattered fragments of my recollection solidified into an astonishing clarity, I screamed, my heart pounding, “No, there is an important part in my memory that I was missing….” “I
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I snarl and charge at Alpha Hessimir, tearing his fucking skull from his body before he could get his claws on Isabella. Namek smiles and tells me, “I knew you would protect me.” I needed to get the Darkness out of Isabella since I detested seeing her like this. “Isabella, you need to fight this, come back to me.” I attempted to connect with her but was unable to do so because of a large wall separating us. Namek replied, “Isabelle doesn’t want to come back to you.” I could feel Isabelle resisting, and she gasped aloud as hereyes brightened. “We must now cast the spell, Dimitri. Diego said frantically, “Namek is getting all of her powers from the prison world.” As they attempted to exorcise the darkness within Isabella using the Jade stone, Celeste, Dixie, Alexa, and a few witches formed a protective circle around her. Diego used the blazing Jade stone in his palm to chant while forming a magical shield around Isabella. He continually screamed, “Incervica le mer ra demonica…” and the
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