The moment Stephania arrived at home she knew something was wrong. The smell of magic hung strong in the air, not the type of magic she did, it was way nastier, White magic. It couldn't have been Khloe.  Khloe couldn't do a spell to save her life. She moved toward the stairs freezing suddenly, glancing at her portrait, the one she was so very proud of. She squinted her eyes taking a few steps back walking toward the painting. She reached out to touch it but stopped midair, her eyes widening. She could sense the revealing spell that was done to it, he heart beating harshly inside her. She could tell what that type of power was from anywhere. The Magic of a protector. She could feel her heart beginning to beat grow faster and faster-How? How could Abigail know where she was? Why was the mother witch in her house? Had she seen anything? She glanced at the painting again, of course, she had. A protector could

Kaya’s POV His eyes dissolved into pitch black, the type of darkness, not even midnight could compete with and I froze to my spot, taking a step back- feeling like my soul had left my body. He reached out and took out the knife from inside him and I gasped as the men around took a step back out of shock. Then he began to grow, and change, and transform, towering over us in a matter of seconds and I could feel my heart refuse to beat as he turned into a beast, one I had never seen before, his hands into literal claws and his once soft groans turned into growls, his sharp teeth mirrored only one thing- Death. I watched the scene unfold before me like a robot stuck on reboot, like I was watching a mere black and white flashback in a movie, as blood was spilled everywhere, some splashing on my clothes and face. I could hear the men's yells for mercy, as tears freely rolled down my face, glancing down at the sight of cigarette goon's head rolling d

KAYA'S POV He stopped at that moment looking up at me, his fingers brushed my hair out of the way, his body a hairs breath away from mine, his eyes glazed over darkly, "you are, you're mine". I couldn't hold in the supposed breath that escaped as I looked down at him unable to believe all this. “Do you know what the word means Kaya?” he asked softly his eyes focused on me, "not mate. Estheraï, estheraï" he repeated, whispering it against my ear as he held me close to him. The word he always called me. It was beautiful the way it rolled off his tongue, I had always wondered what it had meant. He took my silence for a no, "it cannot be defined, and it’s a word whose meaning can only be spoken in phrases and not in one sentence.” He breathed as I turned to face him, our faces inches apart, as he moved closer with each phrase, “Another half, a whole world, the essence of my existence, beautifully bewitching. Mine," he pulled me in

Kaya’s POV I froze in place when I saw Azian before me. I had been expecting him but not this early, I still had about 2 to 3 hours before midnight. For some reason, my hands were trembling and I suddenly felt the temperature drop, as I looked up at him nervously. This wasn't a dream anymore, we had established that previously and it made me a lot more self-conscious, my cheeks heated up remembering everything that we shared in this room, everything that we had done under the pretense of a dream. I was expecting his usual expression but I was met with a hard glare instead, causing me to wipe the nervous shallow grin on my face instead, noticing how lost he looked. He looked at the bed slowly, and for a moment I swear he was sniffing the place his expression hardening when his eyes landed on the bed, studying it for a second. Could he-Did he smell Legion?  I mean we had already changed the sheets, but I was now pretty sure he wasn'

Abigail sighed as she examined the counter, "and he... He just melted it?"  She asked turning to the three before her. “Yes, he did and it was awesome!" Alessia began as she continued with her explanation, “then he started glowing, brighter than I've ever seen! I swear it was so hot I felt like the sun had decided to give birth to a mini sun right in the middle of the kitchen. His eyes popped out of his head like a hot air balloon, you know like one of those cartoons,” she explained, excitement dripping in every word, “yeah, like that, and he was frankly very scary, but I wasn't scared, nope.  I just decided to stay put because personally, I didn't want to be melted to a pulp, then his veins oh his veins looked like golden snakes weaving and swerving underneath his pale sk-" "What Alessia means is that he changed,” Anna grunted eyeing her daughter, “he melted the counter in less than a second, and the temperature increased so fast we couldn't u