Isabel sat on her iron throne, her hands resting on her legs, her eyes shining.She had taken off her black robe and a maid was helping her massage her face while another was rubbing her foot.The ritual’s failure still bothered her, she had spent the afternoon trying to summon it if it was in her but it failed.She knew Keira’s rare wolf was still locked within her and, the dead witch’s spell had been incomplete. She closed her eyes in anger wondering what was delaying the maid she had sent in search of a new witch.“Enough.” She hissed.“Get out of here, all of you.” She hissed, sending all the maids out.Just then the door pushed open, and Isabel’s private maid entered, her hands shaking, her clothes looking dusty from traveling. Behind her was an ancient-looking woman, her back was hunched, her face was wrinkled like cracked cement, her eyes were shining with a strange reddish look in them, and she wore a tattered cloak that dragged the floor as she walked. “My Queen,” the maid
In a dark cell under the Rogue Island palace, Callum lay weakly against a cold stone wall, his hands chained, the silver dagger’s wound in his chest hurt like hell, blood pouring out from the wound through his torn shirt. His eyes slowly opened, his head felt heavy, and the shock of Isabel being alive still shook him.Not only was she alive, but she was the Rogue Queen.He couldn’t believe it.Just then, buckets of cold water splashed over him. He gasped as he sat, his eyes flying open.He gritted his teeth in pain as a whip cracked, stinging his back. “Wake up, you Moonclaw scum!” a rogue guard said, in a harsh voice, as he prepared to lash the whip again.Flashing a torchlight in Callum's eyes.Callum looked up at him, his hands shaking. His legs were trembling as he sat up, squinting in the dark room. “Where… am I?” he whispered, his voice breaking.The pain he felt was unbearable, he was feeling pain from everywhere.Just then, the cell door opened, and Isabel entered, wearing
“Give her to me!” Asher shouted as he ran towards the queen.He snarled, transforming midair, and leaped towards her. He had always heard the queen had a rare wolf in her, too, or at least that was what his father had told him. But right now, he didn’t care. Either he died or he killed her and took the rare wolf with him, and he was sure he was taking the rare wolf.Asher landed by the queen’s side, missing his planned attack by an inch. She was faster than he expected. He swiped forward with his claw, but she anticipated the move and moved faster than he expected. He had only managed to slice through the edge of her veil. She went for his throat, sending him to the ground.Asher tried to stand, but she was on him. She drove a silver-coated dagger through his arm, he screamed out in pain as she twisted the dagger before pulling it out.She raised it higher, ready to pierce his heart.“My queen, it’s time.” The witch screamed.The queen paused and looked at Asher coldly.“Next one goes
In the Rogue Queen’s ritual chamber, deep inside the Rogue Island palace, the room was covered with smoke from burning herbs and molten silver.The walls were filled with torchlight. Keira was strapped to a stone table, her hands tied, her eyes half-closed, the drug’s effect was fading but her body still felt limp, she half consciously rolled to the side, The rogue gown she wore was beginning to feel uncomfortable as it tingled her sweat-drenched skin. The Queen stood behind them, in the shadow, she had changed into a dull black robe with red threads for the ritual, her face was hidden beneath a hooded black veil, only her hands were visible, as she silently watched the ritual begin. An old witch, bent over the floor beside where Keira was lying, wearing long black see-through lace, while stirring a bubbling old pot, her hands shaking, her voice muttering incantations, the green flames began to burn brightly as her incantations grew louder.“Faster, Akira, we don’t have all day,” t
Asher grabbed the van’s steering wheel, his hands shaking, his eyes looking around the dark forest road as he drove through Rogue Island. He looked over his shoulder, in the back of the van whereKeira lay unconscious, her clothes looking tangled, he was sorry he had hit her so hard but he couldn’t let her be conscious while he tried to run, she would have made too much noise leading to him being captured.His heart was beating loudly.“She belongs to me,” he muttered to himself, clenching his jaw as he drove, his eyes filled with desperation. The rare wolf in Keira was his to claim, it was his path to power, and he needed a witch or sorceress to extract it before the Queen could.He drove even faster, driving as fast as he could down the road, the red-claw flags of Rogue Valley slowly fading behind him.Just as he turned a corner, he noticed headlights flashingin the rearview, Asher’s eyes grew wider, his hands began to shaking, his legs tensed up as he stepped on the accelerator
Callum stood in the palace courtyard, ready to move. His eyes on a line of black vans and buses, all ready to depart. Patrol officers ran around unloading gear, while dividing themselves into units. The blood test results was still in his mind, he couldn’t believe he had really let Asher, a rogue escape under his watch, not only had he escaped but he had also succeeded in taking Keira to Rogue Island. His heart was beating faster, and filled with anger as he debated on how to go about his plan. “Sir, everything is ready.” A patrol officer said to him. Callum nodded. “Move out,” he said, his voice rough. He began walking towards the lead van. “Your Highness, we’ll surround Rogue Island by dusk,” Ryk said, his voice serious, he carefully adjusted his weapon, his eyes shiny as he climbed in beside Callum. “Do it fast,” Callum said, his voice serious, his hands holding the van’s door open, his eyes on the road ahead. “Asher’s got her, Ryk.” He said. “ We don’t stop until