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The Wise Ones
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Omerta’s POV Be it werewolves, witches, or wise ones, the Salem trials, or the story of the Pagan Gods, as much as I tried to internalize these things, they all seemed to belong in a fantasy novel, which I am sure would have been a good read, and not in the real world. I had just adjusted to the idea of werewolves as blessed ones, as now there were these wise ones, and then there was one more type of blessed ones. How many supernatural creatures were there? Were all our childhood stories based on some reality? I was truly out of my depth here. "Omerta?" Avo called out to me, gently pulling me back to reality. "Too much?" My clueless expression must have told him how overwhelmed I was. They all waited patiently as I composed myself enough to speak. "Kind of," I said as casually as I could, "but I would rather know it all." I hate being the only clueless person in this house." "These boys have grown up in this world, you cannot compare to them." Avo answered honestly, "And even t
Promised to the Tyrant The Punishment
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Omerta’s POV "Hold on, Stray, we are just getting started." Lucifer called out to me in that sexy voice, and I almost collapsed on the bed, all thanks to the shattering orgasm coursing through my body. Though somehow I still managed to hold on to the all-fours position despite my unstable equilibrium. The light stinging feeling, from the first time his palm had met my left butt cheek, was still fresh and sizzling, when he went for the second one, landing his palm on my other cheek with full force. However, the second one felt different than the first, despite being similar in terms of their intensity, especially since the high of my pleasure ride had died down by then. When I first experienced the whole spanking business, I was drugged with anticipation; the anticipation of something that would push me over to my release. So, when he spanked me, I did not feel anything else apart from the climax that rang through my body. I did not register the burning pain or the shock, nor did I
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Omerta’s POVWith nowhere to hide, I waited for the person behind the door to reveal himself. The taste of uncertainty and fear was fresh on my tongue, as the door moved to disclose the identity of that person.As the man behind the door entered the room, my breath got stuck in my throat, as I came face to face with the man I already knew.What was he doing here?The beautiful face that was covered in pale-paper white skin, and adorned with those red gemstones, sent a shiver through my spine, as that man walked into the room, with his eyes glued to his phone.How could this be? How could he be alive? Did Lucifer not kill him in front of my own eyes?The memory flashed before my eyes, as I mentally saw every detail of how Lucifer drove his hand through that man’s chest, taking out his heart. But then he was not truly a man, so I was not even sure if you could kill a vampire. We had never discussed this, but could he have survived without his heart?No, no, that was just not possible! H
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Lucifer’s POV "I am sorry. I am a little tired, so I may be hearing things wrong. You said you had what?" Set questioned Omerta; he was a little weary after the night we had had. "Go on, Omerta, tell them about your dream," Avo suggested. Dream? Avo had called me to talk about a dream here. Holy Fuck! It had already been a fucking long night. Since dinner, we have been dealing with the guests that Set had mentioned, and not just one but two of them. And they needed all the special attention in this fucking world that my beast was dying to provide. I had always relished torture, more so since it was my beast’s preferred poison. A little bloodshed was always important in keeping him at bay, and me as well. Not to forget that a little violence went a long way in getting work done. This time, however, was different. It was personal because this time she was involved. My beast howled at the memory of seeing her cornered by those bloodsuckers. He was in no way satisfied by the heap o
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The words that she had penned down from memory had turned my fucking world into pieces. We had all seen this before, far too closely, and for far too long. The words were not the same, nor were the preachers, but it was still fucking all the same. The memory was etched in my brain from years ago, bringing back the deepest of scars and wounds that had only festered over time. It only seemed like yesterday, when we stood in line and our father repeated Shahira’s words aloud, as she whispered them in his ears. There were also times when she did the deed herself, repeating those fucking words again and again. "I think we all know what those words mean," Set’s voice broke the silence in the room, getting Avo, Draco, Giovanni, and I out of our fucking heads. I did not even have an ounce of doubt about what Set was saying, this had fucking witches written all over it. "What is worse, though, is that it is just not the wise ones," Avo’s stress on the words wise ones did not go missed: "
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Set’s POV We were all staring at that board ahead of us, going through the pattern that had emerged. Lost in our thoughts, contemplating the repercussions of our discovery, and dealing with the thousand unanswered questions that came with it. The most important question hung in the air, suffocating us all. Why her? For a change, even Avo was not in his element. Avo had always had an insight into every situation. Never had I seen him so unaware. Clearly, this was not what he was expecting. To be honest, this had caught all of us off guard, even Lucifer, especially Lucifer. Our dear brother was not the one to be a slave to his emotions. Even during those rage fits, when his beast craved to see bloodshed, Lucifer always kept his mind sound. Not this time, though; right now he was fairly out of his zone. This was the first time I had seen him like this in a long long time. If the situation had been different, I would have loved to provoke him about this oh-so-possessive side of
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