“Zander," Hazel shouted in relief when she saw her husband walking towards them. She ran into his arms and hugged him with everything she had in her. “I'm so happy you're OK."“I've only been gone a day," Zander declared. “But I'm delighted to see you too, Kitten," he leaned down and kissed her lips. “Sunshine," James called to her. “Dad," Hazel yelped, running out of Zander's arms and into her father's. “Are you OK?"“Yes, my love. I am OK." He squeezed her with all his might. He sensed how relieved she was to see that her loved ones are alright. Declan entered the scene, and Hazel's eyes and his clashed. “How about you, are you alright, Declan?" Hazel asked him. His wolf was affected just by the sweet, saccharine tone of her voice. But it hurt him that he couldn't enjoy a hug from her without fantasizing about having her. “Yes, Luna. I am fine." He stated a little too coldly. Hazel was taken aback by his tone, and Zander felt his turmoil, and it was at that point Alpha figured i
DREADWING'S POVI was ready to take my eternal and fly off into the sunset to a place where we could be alone. I didn't feel like talking to these beings at the moment. My dragons and I wanted to taste our eternal's lips. Honestly, I saw the Luna's mouth moving, but my senses were elsewhere thinking about Julia's warm flesh rocking back and forth on my shaft. "Dreadwing." My ears perked at the sweet honey-coated voice of Julia and the tiny hairs on my arm stood up from the statics her touch brought. "Yes, My Queen." My lips transformed into a smile as soon as my eyes travelled from her luscious breasts and settled on her beautifully crafted face. Her brows furrowed. "Hazel asked you a question." "Oh right. I must admit, you are just too distracting." I smacked my lips and she turned away, apparently affected by my words. I cleared my throat. "What was your question, dear?" I turned my attention to the doppelganger of my best friend, Lucinda. Even though it had been almost ten years
Dazed and disoriented, Freya studied the white-haired woman who was inching closer to her. Her curvaceous body with her silver hair and milky eyes made her a looker. She was beautiful, but there was something so familiar about the woman, like she'd met her before. Isis paused when she noticed Freya's confused stare. “It is I, child. Isis.”“Wait, what? But you're supposed to be old.” Freya gasped. “That's because she did something bad,” another voice made it through the rubble. Isis's gaze shot to the slender woman, pushing her body up off the ground and dusting the debris off her clothes. “Prudence!” Isis yelped. “Hello, Isis,” Prudence grinned. Tears pooled in her eyes as she pushed past her sister and fell into Isis's arms. “Oh, my child,” Isis cried. “You're alive.”“Yes. I am.”“Wait, I don't understand. How do you look so young and fresh?” Freya wanted to know. “Forget about that and come give me a hug,” Isis declared. Freya rushed and dove into Isis's arms. “I'm so happy
DIMITRI'S POVMy ears kept ringing, tuning out the tautologies of the merman. My bloodlust increased, and my body couldn't fathom what I just learnt. I sunk my fangs into my bottom lip out of anger. “Impossible!” Zander raged. Gidian was reeling at the forefront, ready to rip into someone. Maybe me. And Alpha Zander wasn't even trying to hold him back. “Are you sure?”“Yes. I'm sure of it.” The merman stated. “And what says you two?” Zander asked the witches. “I—I am not certain. The child calls Lucifer uncle, so we thought she was his kin,” Freya let out. “That would explain Zoey's protectiveness of her. Plus the child did seem attached to Zoey,” Prudence wondered out loud. I couldn't take this anymore. I felt the skin on my back parting. My wings only ever came out when I was feral, and, trust me, I was close. “Dimitri. Calm down. We will bring them back,” Julia stated. “You're right.” I calmed down. “We can use the same portal stone to get back into Lucifer's hideout.” “I'm
I DO NOT WRITE FOR A LIVING. I WANT TO MAKE THIS CLEAR. I work 16 hours every day except for Fridays. I work doubles every day because I have a mortgage and bills to pay. I have people who depend on me for survival. I just do not have the time to write. On Fridays I am busy cooking meals to last me throughout the week, doing my laundry, house shopping, running errands, or most importantly, sleeping. For those who can't wait for updates. Then do what I do as a reader, don't start a book that's not completed. I have a life outside of writing. The only reason I'm even writing this right now is because I am at a friend's baby shower and I had to ask this day 3 weeks in advance. Anyone can be upset, frustrated, or angry but I will not tolerate disrespect. If you can't wait, which I do understand, it has been forever since I've updated, but just forget about this book and move on to another book that's completed. No need to act all grimy over here. TF you think you are.
Hazel grew up watching fairytales on Disney Channel. She puckered her lips and kissed the Frog Prince with Tiana. Just like Belle, she fell in love with the Beast. She and Gabrielle danced with Pocahontas in the wind, and she can't forget when she fought a war with Mulan. Fairytales had always been her thing. So her imagination conjured up what she thought the Fae World would look like; gold, silver, and shimmer everywhere. She even pictured pink talking clouds that tasted like cotton candy. But to her dismay, she wasn't prepared for the truth.The portal vanished with a tremendous cracking sound, like glass being broken, leaving our nine supernatural friends stupefied. There was no wind in the Fae World. Pieces of the sky were falling like dried paint from a wall. “Is this it, Mommy? Is this where you're from?" Tia looked up to a teary-eyed Cedella. Her ghostly tears were the only shimmering detail Hazel saw. Cedella couldn't answer her daughter. The only thing she could do was moa
Poor James stood completely frozen in front of his mate. His companions were just as mesmerized by the woman they saw. Her hair was woven into long micro-braids that touched the small of her back. Her Nubian nose was a little different, it had a tiny jewel that glinted on the left side. But the ebony-black skin, the wispy eyelashes, the plump coral lips, and the eyebrows that were always turned up at the inward tips, furrowed, as if judging everything you're doing, were exactly as James remembered. His eyes raked her figure. She seemed more mature, and he liked that. It had been 19 years since he'd seen her, so of course she'd look different. But one thing was for sure: she was even more beautiful than ever. “Lucinda,” James whispered. “Is it really you?” He held his breath and closed his eyes. Lucinda stretched out her fist and ran her palm over his cheek. James gasped for air, leaning into her touch. His frame erupted with sparks at every juncture of his body. “Yes, my love. It i
DECLAN'S POVThis was torment, real torture. My wolf and I couldn't help but stare. Like glue, our views were stuck on our Luna bathing in the river. Her waist-length hair was dripping wet and delicately settled over her shoulder. Her rear was to us, and her bodacious backside was making my appendage jerk in need. I would rather not be there anymore. I wanted to go, but Maddox's paws kept creeping forward closer to her. “What are you doing?" I urged my wolf. “Let's go back."“I can't. There's something in the air telling me she is my mate," he explained. I wanted to agree with him since I felt it too. But out of respect and love for my alpha, I had to do the right thing. “But she isn't. She belongs to our Alpha and this is wrong," I told him. This caused him to stop, but not before stepping on a twig. The sound startled Hazel and made her to turn hastily in our direction. She was ringing out the excessive water from her hair. Maddox went into a panic when his eyes engaged with hers