Niya’s head throbs when she finally opens her eyes and is immediately made to gulp something forcefully. She clamps her mouth at first not willing to succumb again to treachery but a whispering female voice makes her relax. “Niya, it’s me Crystella. Drink this quick. They are here.” Niya’s throat burns as the liquid almost scorches through the skin but the throbbing goes away. It was like her ears nose and mouth was clogged with cotton and now suddenly they have been removed. The clarity makes her remember what has happened and with one quick look around her she realises that they have all come to rescue her. Niya’s wrath on Juno is quickly snapped as she sees Sybil now standing before Chase smiling, like she has already won a battle. “She is weak. I can see that. She can’t do much.” Crystella whispers in Niya’s ears. “She doesn’t need to do much.” Another voice speaks up and Niya’ skin crawls with the sound now scraping against her teeth. It is like ten different people male
“Noooooo” Niya screams at the top of her voice as Chase gags and coughs in pain. She runs to him but is immediately hit by a wall of black fumes making her fly back and slam on the ground. “Wait!! Stop!! Don’t hurt him please ....please make it stop.” The shadows turn to mist dropping Chase to the ground and Niya runs to his side. “Hey... hey.. are you all right?” Chase coughs vigorously but shakes his head “I am oka...” “Young love!” The Devil mocks “I didn’t think that I will find you so weak, on your knees rubbing the back of your sick mate. I will torture him like this if you don’t give me your consent and then I will burn the Clan down that you are trying to protect, kill them all before your eyes until you say yes to me! I don’t need to value any bargain with you.” “What do you know about Love?” Niya’s anger surfaces. “You are a monster, a cold hearted monster who isn’t loved by anyone. Listen to me, if you harm him again I assure you that you can cut me in half and I
They run towards the Clan as fast as they can because the howl was a battle cry. Folks will be killed; they are not ready as they wanted to be. Time was ticking by but at least the every werewolf of Clan WinterFrost is trained to combat, even the women and they are fierce when it comes to saving their children. Niya keeps the hope up despite the slim chance of anyone making it out alive. She has to do something! Mother!! This is my last time calling you...please answer my call. Please help me..we have to end this or innocents will die. When they reach the Clan Niya witnesses everyone fighting for their lives, every one trained before holding up their own even in formation. Remy did a good job arranging the folks in places from where they can kill the enemies without getting closer. Archers hold their position and their aims find true spot. Some are handling the swords and cutting down heads with power. Others are transformed and fighting for their loved ones. This is so sad to see,
Niya finds the Devil standing at the middle of the training ground with his back turned to the bloodshed going on just behind him. His body language seems casual but Niya knows he is well aware of her presence. She has come alone, not wanting Liliana and Crystella to get caught in their battle yet. She has to keep Liliana a surprise until the right moment. “How do you like the view?” “You have taste for bloodshed not me. So it may be appealing to you.” “You could have avoided this...say yes to me and everything will stop and your kinsmen won’t have to die.” “Why have you become so bitter? Is this what you have been witnessing in the underworld? “No dear.” He turns to face her finally “Underworld is far better than up here. Here everyone is filled with treachery and betrayal but down there everyone is bound to show their true colours, so there is no backstabbing. You should be lucky I didn’t bring my army.’ “You can’t bring them. If it was that easy then the world would ha
“Niya she must be waiting for you prepared and you never know how many tricks she has up her sleeves.” Crystella says. “Yes she has been waiting for years and must be planning how she will kill Sammael to bring forth the Blood Moon.” Selene adds. “She can be defeated.” Niya says in a matter of fact tone. “I just need to have Chase there with me somehow. She is going to invade my mind and try to use me to kill father. Only Chase can help me then or I may lose my mind.” “But she will kill him first as your weakness.” Selene says. “Yes, that is why he needs to be there virtually and not physically. How do we make that possible?” “We can.” Sammael says from behind. He was sitting with Liliana talking about their old days and remembering the golden memories. “But that will need all your help.” “How?” “You all have to join your life forces and the power that conjunction will create will be enough for Chase to be there with you virtually.” “But none of us have magic.” Chas
“How did you get in here?” The Sorceress says shocked and angry at the same time. “I don’t owe you any explanation bitch!” Chase says immediately charging towards her. Sammael and Selene also join him and the three of them jump on her to grab and pin down. “Your magic won’t work here.” Sammael says punching her with force “Because it is not yours to use, it’s hers and without her consent you will get nothing out of her as long as her consciousness lives. As long as we fight for her.” The Sorceress tries to free herself but can’t seem to move even a single inch. Selene grabs her gown and tears it apart so that she can see the bruises on her body. With a roar, she lifts her hand pinned down by Chase and that little bit of freedom gives her route to escape as she clutches the pendant lying on her naked breast. When she evaporates right through their fingers, Chase runs back to Niya and shakes her with force. “Wake up Niya... wake up. You have to stand up now before she regains h
Prologue Desire is a feeling like any other among the mortals. They wish for something or someone strongly and readily move on when lady luck doesn’t favour them. They start to fancy new objects, different places and different people as quickly as they breathe. For the ones blessed by the Moon Mother, desire is holding a burning piece of coal inside their heart, where it keeps blazing with the untameable eternal fire and slowly devours the beast of the night with longing, craving and love. A kind of love that can tear one apart from inside and transforms the muted lust to pure animalistic instincts. In the realm where legends from stories are real, there are no fleeting lovers but mates who crave each other’s body and soul till eternity. They protect each other ruthlessly from anyone who tries to tear them apart. Niya lay still on the bed, her tiny body almost lost in the big, woolly blankets. She was nervous, her lips trembling and then stretching into a thin smile. He was her
Eighteen years later. Herald sits on his porch facing the training grounds behind his house where the wolves are training. All the first transformations or Lycanthrope in their language happens here on this holy ground on full moon nights. For the mortals, werewolves are merely ‘a folklore’; but the truth is over decades as the number of clans perished, werewolves also practised controlled and wishful shapeshifting in order to blend among humans and save their species from extinction. Moon Mother’s blessings have filled their muscles with inhuman strength and also very long lives indeed; but they have not attained immortality or complete immunity to fatal injuries. Since his birth, Herald has been in the forefront in every battle as Alpha’s son and now as Alpha himself whenever the peace of his clan has been threatened. He has lost many warriors of his handpicked wolf pack trained to be savage killers since birth. Being the leader of the gothic legends, he had to show great restr