Tamara “You lied to me.” My voice broke in my mouth, coming out as a whimper. I looked to the man who was my husband. His kindness and generosity of spirt, were all things I had fallen in love with. He was the most beautiful man I had even laid eyes on, and yet here he was, his true form. All I could see was the monster within. The man I knew never existed. It was all a clever rouse. One that left me heart broken and lost. “No, Tamara, you have to believe me. My feeling for you were never a lie.” He stepped forward in his monstrous form. The leathery wings at his back brushing passed the lifeless corpse of my father as he stepped over. His hands came to rest in front of him, clasped together as he pleaded his case further. His fingers had elongated and taken on the form of long sinewed talons. His face was different too. Gone was the carefree glint I so often found in his eyes. Instead, there was something sinister staring back. Dark veins worked their way up his neck and around hi
Rosalie “Tamara banished the demon to a realm that no one could enter. And no one, least of all Tenebris could leave. She cursed him to live in solitude, whilst she lived on the outside, a full and happy life I can only assume. And when she passed away, so too did any chance of Tenebris enacting his evil on the world.” Estelle brough her story to a close. A story which had opened far more questions that it hoped to answer. “If this is the case, and Tenebris was really vanquished when Tamara passed away. Then why now am I dreaming of his resurrection?” This was the one part of the story that did not add up for me. “I only know of the legend. Tamara came from old druid magic. A dark blood magic. Unlike my own earth magic. Blood magic comes at a price and often comes with strings attached. There are often conditions that not even the caster will know about until it is all too late. I would assume that Tenebris found a loophole, a way to escape being vanquished.” “But that would mean
Rosalie I felt exhausted. The day had been long, and I had been given so much information I felt that my brain would burst at any moment. As dire as the situation with Tenebris may seem, I had now been given some small measure of hope with a name and location of someone who may be able to help. All I needed now was to follow the lead Estelle had given me and hope that it led somewhere in the realms of helpful. I had stopped in with the children on my way to bed. I had made a habit of being there to read a bedtime story and help get them settled for the night. It was my small piece of normal amongst what was otherwise a very abnormal life. Teddy especially liked being tucked in at night. And the twins enjoyed cuddles. By the time I finally found myself falling into bed, I was beyond exhausted. My back ached, and my feet were beginning to swell with having been on them most of the day. Pregnancy, it has to be said, was hardly as glamourous as I was led to believe when I was younger,
Rosalie My breath was coming in short, fast intakes. My heart hammering as I come down from my orgasm. Alex’s lips continuing their lazy assault as they wonder up and down the length of my neck. “Go and kneel on the edge of the bed.” He whispers, his voice taking on a husky edge, his eyes weighing heavy on me as they peer at me over my shoulder and through the thick locks of my red hair in the mirror. I couldn’t help but notice how flushed and wanton I looked. The perfect picture of a woman in lust. Although he had all but crippled me with his touch, he had left me wanting more. The evidence of his own arousal sitting heavy against my backside. With one last kiss to the shoulder, he pushes me gently in the direction of the bed. With three unsteady steps, I do as he asks, and kneel on the bed, my feet dangling off the edge waiting in anticipation for what was to come. He wasted no time in getting his clothes off. The sound of fabric being ripped over his head and thrown to the
Alexander “What?” I managed to bite out between my teeth. I was all that I could think to say. Over the last six years, being mated to a headstrong woman had often been difficult. Especially one that didn’t even belong to his time. She had her own ideas and views. She wasn’t used to being timid and demure, allowing the men to fend for her, or considering themselves better than women in general. Don’t get me wrong, I loved it about her. If I wanted a wife who would allow herself to be walked over and smile prettily and just agree with everything I said, I would have married years before Rosalie ever made an appearance. Rosalie challenged me. She has been a partner in wit and fierceness, not just in name. And I would never dream to change it about her. But there were times. Times such as these, where I wished that she would just show some sign of good sense rather than charging in headfirst. “I cannot,” I begin, sitting up from the bed abruptly, my eyes narrowing to scowl at her a
Rosalie I was in for it now. I knew I was. Any moment, Alexander was going to turn a startling shade of red, and explode on the spot. I had tried so carefully to work around the fact that I was dabbling with thing I had no business to be. I had hoped that he would remain oblivious until such a time that it was too late to do anything to stop me on my quest. How stupid I was. Of course, he would be able to uncover the truth in everything. Much to my surprise, he didn’t seem to grow angry again, or even uncomfortable. He simply stood looking at me with his icy blue eyes, unblinking. “Yes, she is a druid.” I confirmed with a small nod, wrapping my bed sheet around me even more securely. The evenings were warm and sticky, and there was no reprieve from the heat for weeks yet. But that didn’t seem to matter in this moment, a shiver ran the length of my spine as I waited for Alexanders rage to explode. I waited, and then waited some more, for the indisputable outburst to commence. But
Rosalie The next morning, three things happened. Firstly, Alexander had announced as we were pulling on our travelling coats, that he was going to Bodmin Moor, and if the “Old crone” as he had taken to calling her, was nowhere to be found, we would be returning just as hastily as we left. “I need your assurances Rosalie, that you will not fight me on the matter. There is every possibility that she will not be there. Perhaps no one at all will be there. And I need to know that you are not going to try and scour the whole of the English countryside looking for her.” He had announced with a serious expression and dark, lingering look that told me he was being deadly serious. “There are other ways to fight this. Other witches. Libraries that we are yet to even look at…” I had, of course, agreed. Hoping that behind my mask of calm indifference, he couldn’t see the ranging fire of anticipation that lurked there. I hoped with everything that was within me, that Estelle’s information was c
Rosalie We had been bumping along for 2 days straight. Only ever stopping to allow the horses a quick rest bite, and to allow me off to relieve my poor bladder or to pull in to sleep for the night. And during the course of our travels so far, we have barely had 5 minutes of no rain. We had come to a jolting stop however when the carriage hit a rather large pothole. The wheel getting caught in the rut, followed by the low creak of straining wood before the final snap as the axel broke in two. “For fu…” Alexander exited the carriage, a stream of profanity following him out as he went to see what the damage was. He has only just managed to get himself dry after the last stop. “Stay here.” He gritted out through his teeth as an afterthought. I dare not do anything but. The scowl he gave me being enough to route me to the spot. I shifted to the side and peered out through the open carriage door. Alexander’s profile visible in the dwindling light, we were barely an hour away from comp