Cordelia Blackwell
Today, I've found out the worst news. My aunt, Morgana Blackwell, owed a favor to the strongest and most feared Alpha, Cain Cadell. Now, we'll both have to bend backward to repay that debt."Mother of all that's holy, put a goddamn smile on your face, Cordelia." Morgana nudged my side, at the same time let a polite smile on her face."I know they hate me. They know that I know that they hate me. And you know that I know that they know, so what's your problem?" I replied with a roll of my eyes.Alpha Cadell held a ball in his very fancy, and extremely huge, mansion. He said it was a celebration for his arrival at the new town. I was sure it wasn't only that."Just keep your manners. We will be in and out before you even know it." Morgana stressed, and nodded her head at some woman with a winged face mask.Did I mention that this is a masquerade?We live in Midwick, Virginia. A very small and very beautiful town, which one would feel was built right in the middle of the woods.It kind of was."Ms. Blackwell." A gruff voice called from over the music and the loud laughter of the other guests.Both Morgana and I turned at the same time and saw a man with a stoic face standing before us, "They're ready for you."He uttered the words with utmost disgust. He was literally forcing himself to speak to us. It wasn't all that strange.After all, werewolves and witches never got along all that well. At best we steered clear from each other and at worst we were downright enemies.And yes, I'm a witch. So is my aunt, who just happens to be the coven leader.Morgana nodded her head, then gave me a pointed look, "Stay here, if I need you, you'll know.""Whatever." I left the two of them head on their way, and I snatched one of the Champagne glasses from the many floating trays.I slithered through the guests with my head held high, trying to ignore the looks I would occasionally get."She's the Blackwell witch, the youngest." I heard a woman say as I passed through.I knew this would be followed by the long miserable story of my pathetic life. I found a less busy spot, so I took another glass of champagne, and stood there."I heard that she lost control of her magic, and killed her mother.""Seriously?" I muttered under my breath in boredom, then decided to head to just walk around.I was standing in a secluded room, away from the music and the noise, when a young boy ran towards me, seemingly out of breath."Are you Cordelia Blackwell?" He asked me with hopeful wide eyes.This boy couldn't be a day older than eight. I hunched down, "I am, and you are?""I'm James Burke. My mama needs your help." I knitted my eyebrows together. Who's his mom exactly? And who sent him to me. "I heard that Black Magic can only be fought with Black Magic. Because sometimes darkness can drive away darkness."Uh-ha! That last part was all Morgana. She sent him to me."Okay, James. Take me to your mom and I'll see what I can do." I told him with a small smile."Thank you." The boy was on the verge of tears when he wrapped his arms around my waist.I felt every muscle in my body tense. I didn't like being touched all that much. I patted his head awkwardly and pushed him away.We headed upstairs through the curved stairs. The sound of the music had dulled down, and the brightness of the lights seemed to disappear on this floor.It was dark and gloomy, and there was this ominous feeling about the place. "Perhaps you should tell me where the room is and you go back downstairs."I told James as I felt his hand getting colder in my clasp. He was afraid as well, the dark energy I felt was easy to sense, even for those who aren't magic wielders.He nodded his head, biting down at his lower lip, I think to hold himself from crying. Comforting people isn't my forte, but well…I kneeled before him, and held his shoulders, "You were so brave, coming to find me like that. I will do my best to help your mom, okay?"He nodded his little head, "Third room to the right." He told me then ran back to the stairs."What is happening here?" I muttered the question to no one, as I followed the hallway to the third room.I whispered a protection spell around myself, and I tried to put on my strongest face. I opened the door and right before me, I saw a woman floating on a king-sized bed, with her wrists and ankles tied with shackles.I blinked a couple of times, then I finally managed to pull my eyes away from the woman. Looking right, I saw my aunt standing there with an almost apologetic look."How come that you stumbled into this Emily Rose Exorcism?" I walked inside, my eyes stole another glance at the floating woman, whose back was bent in an awkward angle.Meet Sheila Cadell, or rather Sheila Burke." Morgana started, "They noticed that she's been acting strange for the past couple of days, but today she went full-on basilisk. She almost ripped her mate's lungs out earlier today and last night, she shifted into her wolf form and slipped into her son's room." Morgana let out a sigh, "She wanted to feast on his flesh."I gave Morgana a look of disgust, and she put her hands up in a surrender gesture. "Her words, not mine."The woman, Sheila, started groaning and moaning. "You think she's cursed?""You feel the darkness of the magic around her, right?" Morgana asked and I nodded."If we do this, are you sure the Alpha will clear your debt? I mean, he isn't really known for keeping his promises, or having much respect towards witches." I gave her a pointed look, "Remember the Gray Coven?""We have an agreement, don't worry." She said with a strange confidence, which I don't know where she's got it from.Cain Cadell had a notorious reputation. He had killed his own father and banished his brother to become the Alpha. Not only that, but to make his pack bigger, he raided plenty of other packs. Even forced some witches' hands to help him.The Gray Coven was his latest conquest. Apparently, he had threatened them into helping him, but they refused which led to their demise. Or at least so I heard."I don't like it." I told Morgana, but padded strode towards the bed anyway.I mumbled a spell, then passed my hands over Sheila's body. Once she fell back on the bed, I tried to sense the spells which were used on her, but I got nothing.Or rather, I didn't understand what I sensed.I just knew that the flow of her life energy didn't feel right. I touched her forehead, trying to build a mental connection but something was fighting me.She started screaming and writhing trying to push me away from her. I jumped on the bed, and straddled hair, holding her head between my hands.I closed my eyes, and allowed myself to delve into her mind. When I came back from that short journey, I gasped loudly and jumped off the bed and away from her."Are you okay?' Morgana rushed to my side, supporting my weight.I nodded my head, "I am, but she won't be for long."The door to the room was forcefully opened, almost breaking out of its hinges. It startled us, but what knocked the breath right out of my lungs was the man before me.He was 6'4 of pure muscles and a bulky figure. His white button up shirt didn't leave much for my imagination.His brown soft hair had something akin to a reddish highlight. He had this short beard which only accentuated his jawline and high cheekbones.His skin was tanned, like he spent a considerable amount in the sun. Then my trail for thoughts froze, my eyes widened even further."Alpha Cadell?" I breathed out.He sauntered towards me with a smirk on his face, "Yes, darling. The one and only."Cain Cadell I knew moving to Midwick was a good start. The town held a strong connection to almost all kinds of supernatural, it only made sense that I make it the place I rule from. I know I still have plenty of fights, maybe even wars, before I become a Lycan. "Perhaps tonight you'll finally find your mate." Daniel Braxton, my Beta and best friend, said as he came to stand next to me on the balcony. "You haven't lost hope yet?" I shook my head, "I will be thirty in a few months, Daniel. No wolf goes that long without their mate if they were ever meant to have one." "It's possible. You can never really know." I chuckled coldly, "Or perhaps that witch we met a few years ago was right. She said the Moon Goddess herself has cursed me to never have one." I felt the weight of his hand on my shoulder, "It doesn't have to be like this."Daniel was the only one who knew how much not having a mate affected me, perhaps it’s because he was yet to find his mate as well. While I come off li
Cordelia BlackwellI don’t understand why this man had such an effect on me. Throughout my twenty years of life, or rather nineteen if we’re being practical, no man has had this effect on me. “You’re funny.” He said with a small smirk.“I wasn’t trying to be.” I retorted with a raised eyebrow. I couldn’t let him intimidate me, nor could I let him know the way he affected me.He inched closer to my face, “You should watch out how you talk to me.” I didn’t like his threatening tone.“And you should watch out who you’re talking to.” I challenged back. We stared at each other’s eyes, I think he was waiting for me to relent first, but I never would. I have more of a backbone than that.The real problem was, the longer I stared at his dark brown eyes, I felt like I was being sucked in. They were deep, penetrating, and I could now understand the reputation he had with women.“I believe there’s no need for this aggressiveness.” Morgana stepped in between the two of us, pulling me back from him
Cordelia BlackwellI stared at the tombstone of Jeanette McConnel, and I read the epitaph engraved on the stone. “A loving mother and a precious servant of nature.” My eyes narrowed when I saw the date of her death, “1960.”“You found her?” His voice startled me.“Give me a heart attack, why don’t you?” I shook my head then turned back to the grave, “Yes, here lies Jeanette McConnel.” I paused for a second, “You know, this spirit didn’t just up and possess your sister. There must be another witch here, a living one, who’s used her. You better try and figure out who could be behind this, because this won’t be the end of it.”He tilted his head to the side, “To become what I am, I had to make a couple of enemies.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.“More like a couple of hundred, but who's counting?” I mumbled under my breath, then shook my head, “My point is, the witch who did this must be extremely powerful. She opened a portal to the other side, it isn’t an ea
Cain Cadell This wasn't what I wanted when I thought about having a mate. A woman who's sarcastic, rude, and shows no respect to me. How she spoke to Daniel… It really got on my nerves. Being all friendly and nice, smiling at him like they were friends. So far, she didn't smile at me, not even once. "I believe you should show me some respect, darling." I gritted out in a tone that was more threatening than I had intended. "It's not my fault that you're used to people bending backward to satisfy you." Her voice raised slightly higher and she looked at me with fire in her eyes. I stumped towards her, my steps heavy on the ground. "If you think you'll get away with this…" Daniel's voice interrupted the warning I was about to give her. "Alpha." I gave Cordelia one last glare then stepped away from her. "Could you also get me a clean box or a bottle or something?" She asked Daniel, ignoring my presence. "I need something to contain the ashes." She flashed him a smile then leaned next
Cordelia Blackwell Everything was a mess. I ran after Cadell and Daniel into the mansion, but they were way faster than me in my short legs and high heels. "How the fuck did that happen?" I heard Cadell yell loudly at the top of the stairs. I ran all the way up, my mind finally forming an idea of what could have happened, and my blood ran cold. The worst case scenario was that Sheila broke free and attacked Morgana. I dashed into the room, almost breathless. And I found Morgana sitting on the floor cradling a man's head into her lap. I couldn't see Sheila anywhere. Morgana looked up with tearful eyes, "It was a sudden surge of power." She seemed to be answering Cadell's question which he must have asked before I arrived, "She broke free, grabbed the glass of water on the nightstand, broke it, then stabbed him with it." "Who's that? Why did he get in here?" I asked stepping next to Morgana to assess the man's injury. "This is John Burke, Sheila's husband and mate." Daniel answer
People are connected to memories, and memories conjure feelings. And no matter how much I try, the mention of my biological mother can only bring loath, sorrow, hate, and despite my best effort, fear. I felt my blood run cold inside my veins. The last thing I ever wanted was to get entangled back into the web Fiona weaved. "And why would your mother work with my enemy?" Cadell asked the million dollar question. He turned to Morgana with fury, "Shouldn't you hold your witches in a tighter grip?" "Fiona isn't part of our coven, not anymore." Morgana explained, and the hint of sadness was still there. Out of everyone, Morgana took the loss of Fiona the hardest. According to her, Fiona had once been a good sister, a great witch, and a precious servant of nature. I never met the Fiona Morgana knew.The Fiona I knew was cold, distant, with a constant sneer on her face. "She was banished by the Council of Magic about four years ago." I stepped in, "The only power she holds is her knowled
Cordelia BlackwellI didn't argue with Alpha Cadell when he urged me out of his dungeon. I didn't complain when his hand was firmly placed on the small of my back, nor did I stop him when he led me to a bedroom with a huge king size bed. When someone puts my name and the word death in one complete sentence, I freak out. My eyes weren't focused as my mind insisted on conjuring memories of darkness, dirt, and me clawing to get out of a tiny box. I still remember the feeling of sheer terror as I screamed at the top of my lungs to get out. The feeling of a soft touch coming from a calloused hand pulled me out of that dark memory lane. I was brought back to the present with the sight of Alpha Cadell kneeling before me and holding my face as if I was a china doll.My eyes remained on his, I felt something strange working its way up from inside me, and my magic sizzled under my skin. His eyes darted slowly towards my lips before looking up again. Tension cackled in the air, and my heart
"What on earth are you doing here?" I jumped off the bed, almost falling on my butt as I stumbled backward. He didn't even twitch, his smirk only grew, "I came to see you, darling." "In my bedroom?" I exclaimed horrified, "Seriously, you have issues." I shook my head in exasperation. He got off the bed, and walked towards me with eyes full of mischief. "I told you not to leave the mansion. It was a direct order that you broke." With every word he took a step closer towards me. "I think you should be punished." He was standing so close, I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and I looked up to meet his eyes. I wanted to affirm my strength, but in reality I didn't have any. My breath hitched slightly, his words stirring this feeling in me. I almost wanted to know how he would decide to punish me. "You're not the boss of me." My words came shaky and I was ashamed of how weak I sounded. My heart skipped a beat as I remembered how we were so close to kissing only a few hours