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Chapter Fourteen
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Imelda’s POVThe midnight sky glows orange and the black smoke from Blackledge castle billows into the sky, choking out the silver light of the moon.She did it, they both did. My daughter succeeded where mother and I failed and I could not be more proud of her, of both of them.I can do nothing but watch from my hill top position as they ride away from this cursed place. Lady Constance has been a most unexpected gift. Her allegiance and open mind made this victory possible, she is not like him, her husband. It is clear where Marcel inherited his kind nature and pure heart. She isn’t as unencumbered as her son, there is darkness and pain in her heart, but not because of what she is. Her pain is caused by the curse of another goddess and the missing part of her soul.In their infinite wisdom, the blessed mother and the moon goddess bound a werewolf man and a human woman. I like to think they hoped to unite the races, but who am I to guess at the inner workings of a deity’s mind? Whatev
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Marcel’s POV Warm, clear water laps lazily at my ankles and I hold on to the side of the boat, my legs have only just gotten used to the rocking of the waves and now the soft sand slipping beneath my feet is a welcome reprieve. The midday sun beats down from the heavens and I fall to my knees, soaking myself as the rest of the pack do the same. The two day crossing to the Northern Islands was uneventful for the most part. The pups excitedly chattered of the adventure ahead, none of them having ever left their protected home in Blackledge Woods. Rosie has barely left my side since I found her and her friends hiding from the insurgents, all of them huddled in a shivering mass near the entrance of a cave. I have been rather less excited, I have never travelled more than a few days from home, and it turns out I am not well suited to travelling, particularly by sea if this experience was anything to go by.. The sickness came on suddenly and violently but thankfully the crossing was brief
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Evangeline’s POVTelling Marcel about the circumstances of our departure from Blackledge was difficult for me, the act of taking a life still weighs on my conscience, though not as heavily as it had done at the time. He remained stoic throughout the entire recount. Constance was very succinct, sparing some of the minor details but still holding everyone’s attention with her story.Alpha Clarence, Alpha Ignacious and Luna Lucia were all present, as well as Matteau, who she sat in the arms of the entire time. Tonight has been full of surprises for all of us, some good, others troubling. Constance did not appear as taken aback by the appearance of her lost love as I had anticipated. I, on the other hand, was struck dumb by the sudden appearance of Imelda as Constance and I sought the cover of the woods so that we could make our way to the coast in its relative safety.She appeared out the shadows, her long hair billowing behind her, her scarf loosely wrapped around her neck. She barely l
Marcel of The Lone Mountains- A Vampyre’s story Chapter Eighteen
Marcel’s POVThe whole time they talked about the threat coming for us and the death of Halen, all I could see inside my mind were the images of what could have happened to her, to my Eva.She is here now, in my arms, the heat of her flesh warms my own and her whimpering gasps as I explore her depths with my hand set my soul alight. She calls it her sacred place and it is a most appropriate name. I would spend forever on my knees, worshipping at her alter, and my life would be well spent.“Mar.. Marcel...” she stutters my name between gasps as my tongue tastes the salty glean on her skin. My knees sink into the loose sand and her fingers glide along my scalp as she takes hold of my hair in fisted fingers.She always does that. Tries to stop me as I lower my head to taste her, but her resolve soon dissolves and rather than trying to keep me at a safe distance she pulls me closer. Her hips rock steadily, her grip tightens on my hair and the fingers buried inside her. My tongue glides be
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Evangeline’s POV At the time I knew we would be heard and in the throes of passion I did not care. Now in the cold light of day I regret not making at least some effort to stifle my moans and pleading for the blessed mother to spare me from the sweet torture of Marcel and his mission to own every part of me, body and soul. The looks from the combined packs aren’t looks of disgust, the men in the pack live for their mates and vice versa, but I make a conscious effort not to walk bow legged as I make my way to the table we sat at last night. The Alphas, the Luna, Imelda, Constance and Matteau are already there and digging into breakfast. I sense Imelda’s approval as Marcel and I approach, hand in hand. Her face gives nothing away but there is a small part of me that is pleased she is content with our coupling. Maybe it’s because I don’t want to have to defend us to anyone but deep down I know it’s because she is my mother and her acceptance means more to me than i ever considered. La
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Marcel’s POVLeaving her with Imelda doesn’t sit right with me, I should be in there to give her comfort and protection. I know Imelda won’t hurt Evangeline, at least not in a physical sense. I’m more concerned about her heart and mind. My Eva tries to hide her softer side, she has been in survival mode since the day we met. Showing no weakness, that is what has kept her whole all these years. Deep down inside I know she cares, the things she has seen have changed her, hardened her exterior and taken away the innocence of youth. In her sleep she cries out for her mother which tears my heart in two, and all I can do us pull her closer and hope that my touch gives her some comfort. After all, it is my blood, my father and his monsters, who killed everyone she has ever loved.Eva will hold her own with Imelda. Of that I have no doubt. She will not show the cracks in her armour to anybody, she rarely lets her mask slip in front of me. It is what she carries inside that concerns me. She ke
Marcel of The Lone Mountains- A Vampyre’s story Chapter Twenty-One
Imelda’s POVThe look on Marcel’s face said it all and more. He feels the bond and will not tolerate anyone messing with what’s his, not even her mother. I must admit I was unsure if he would embrace it, I never expected Evangeline to be the one to fight their gift though. The more I get to know her, the more she surprises me. I quite enjoy giving the wolves a poke every now and then, but pulling the vampyre’s strings and getting him worked up might not have been the best way to go about the next phase of my plan,Their bond was bestowed on them before the notion ever crossed their minds, but with them being who and what they are, their minds were never open to the idea that it could be possible. That is part of the reason I sent marcel to Clarence. I needed him to learn about their Goddess gift, the strength it gives the werewolves, their reason for fighting and loving fiercely. I hadn’t thought such a short stay with the pack would be so impactful. At least one battle has been remov
Marcel of The Lone Mountains- A Vampyre’s story Chapter One
Chapter OneMarcel’s POV “Open your eyes and watch, boy.” My father snarls through gritted teeth and spittle flies from his taught lips into my face. He roughly grabs the loosely tied pony tail at the back of my head and wrenches my head back, which forces me to look up and watch the carnage unfolding in front of my eyes. My jaw tightens in frustration but I bite my tongue. I hate that he calls me ‘boy’. I haven’t been a boy for over a century, but he still looks down on me as if I am dirt beneath his boot and nothing more than a juvenile inconvenience. “This... is what we are. This... is what they made us. You can not fight nature son.” He shakes my head, pulling my hair out at its roots, as he aggressively makes his point.He is not wrong about not being able to fight nature, however, we are anything but natural. He continues his speech, the same one I have heard almost daily for decades. “They call us demon, devil, night walker, shadow reaper, but we would not be, were it not f
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