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
Niya toys with the sizzled venison on her plate that she so skilfully killed and butchered. She was so excited and proud about the kill but her father’s words have squashed everything. She knows she is not physically capable of being the heir of Alpha Winterfrost, not for being the second in line but for being a weakling and not having the type of physique desirable. She has been named kitten which she used to despise for a long time but then turned the tag to her advantage eventually. She knows how to fight, how to defend her own while facing danger but still she is not a precious arrogant male wolf with supernatural strength. Years of being in the back foot of He-wolves, years of being protected have made her dislike the entire concept of mating. Her heart and soul is set on proving her father wrong, proving her worth and she never thought giving away the same heart to someone willingly. Vivi gets excited about all this dreamy stuff. Being one year older than her, Vivi must have
“Vivi!! Vivi!! Wake up!!” Vivian opens her eyes to find Niya shaking her frantically. “Go away Kitty and let me sleep.” She tries to turn sideways but is pulled back by her sister. “Don’t call me that!! Come on, you sleep like a sea monster, wake up already!!” “What is your problem?” Vivi shrugs Niya’s hand aside and sits up with groggy eyes trying not to scratch her sister’s face. “You have to teach me something.” Niya says finally settled in a cross legged position. Vivian at last looks at her attentively. “Am I dreaming?” She asks as seriously as possible. “You are asking me to teach you something?” “Yes.” Niya grits her teeth “Well what is that ‘something’?” “Teach me how to flirt with boys.” Niya says, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Since when did you start fantasising about boys?” “Since last night.” Vivian gives her a sceptical look and says. “These things cannot be taught, it comes naturally. You set your eyes upon a boy and you make him notice
The healer hands the paper to Herald and starts working on Malakai’s wounds. The Alpha takes a minute before leaving the cottage and facing anyone else. The note is small with - ‘Hounds of the Horned One are coming’ -Zedakh NightClaws The use of forbidden tongue in the note is proof enough that the followers of evil have risen. The history has so many versions that the exact reason for tribes getting fractured, and wolves abandoning their pack for the thrill of gaining sinister objectives is lost. Not that the reason matters now when all the evil forces have banded together under the same banner. There were rumours about the NightClaws Clan rallying and taking in every rogue wolf under their Zedakh, in common tongue Alpha- the great black wolf Balkan. The NightClaws abandoned the grace of Moon Mother and accepted sanctum under the devil Sammael. They have tainted their souls with dark intentions and want absolute control over the clans to establish Sammael as the one and onl