Alle Kapitel von CIRI: THE LOST TRIBRID PRINCESS: Kapitel 61 – Kapitel 70

Cirilla's Point Of ViewIt was another cool evening, of another day. I was out tonight with Theo and a few friends I had made in the pack. We were somewhere within our territory. Frankly, I haven't been to this part yet, and I thought I had explored a few interesting areas of the pack. But not this one.After the usual evening training at the end of the day for the Elite warriors, which by the way, I signed up to join, and passed several tests of physical, emotional, and mental, earning a spot on the team. They were quite different in everything from the pack's army including their formation and style of fighting.They were a group of skilled warriors formed by the inner court of wolves to carry out special missions for the werewolf circle. The whole team consisted of 15 warriors from different supernatural origins which was led by my very own brother. Their job was to investigate, gather information, and kill those criminals the inner court had sentenced to death. And not to exagger

Asher's Point Of ViewI woke up to the sun hitting my face through the window with tingles and currents dancing across my chest as Cirilla nestled into my body in her sleep, her silken blonde hair sprayed over my chest. I sighed in contentment, a slow smile displayed as I thought about last night. It was the best night of my life. I couldn't possibly begin to describe the ecstasy that drowned me while claiming her. It was the best feeling ever.She was the epitome of beauty. I couldn't help but admire the way the golden rays of the sun wandered appreciatively over her body as I ran the pad of my fingers on her smooth and delicate skin, watching her stir again in my arms. She looked so angelic in the sunlight and I leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Princess, it's morning,” I murmured, placing a kiss on her cheek softly and she groaned, pulling the sheets up to cover her face. “Wake up baby,” My hand went up to the ruby necklace on her neck. My fingers slowly trailed the small moon

Asher's Point Of View With a pang of pain in my chest, I sent one last look at my beautiful mate, her eyes fixed on me as I slid into the black truck Wren had brought to pick me up.My eyes watched her grow farther and farther through the sideview mirror until she was completely out of view.I sank deeper into the leather seats, folding my arms against my chest, with my eyes closed and just the conjured image of her calmed me, and I couldn't wait for tonight to be over already.Wren and I drove in silence, and soon, we approached the tarmac where the rest of the group waited for us consisting of demon warriors from the Conclave and warriors from my pack.As we approached, they all bowed to me. Without wasting further time, we boarded the private jet with our backpacks and duffle bags with a box of weapons specially crafted by Ugo. Our destination was Las Vegas.We received recent Intel from our informants scattered across the globe on the lookout for unusual activities regarding demo

Asher’s Point Of ViewThe first thing I saw as I pulled my eyes open was the familiar white decking of the roof. Instantly, I knew where I was. In my room at my pack.I inhaled slowly, forcing myself up from the bed. I didn't feel any pain at all. I pulled my shirt to check my injury but it was completely healed.Just then the door to the walk-in closet opened and I smiled as I saw Cirilla walk out with a pair of clothes in her hand. “Oh, thank God!” Her gorgeous blue eyes lit up as soon as she saw me. She sped towards me, and just when I thought she was going to crash into my arms, her full plum lips came crashing against mine instead.Instantly, my hand went through her full hair, and the other gripped her waist as I deepened her kisses. We pulled apart and rested our heads together. “No talking. I just need to feel you. I need to erase the pain away,” She whispered as her eyes connected with mine and soon they sparkled with unshed tears. “Gosh, I thought I lost you…”“You'd never

Davina's Point Of ViewI was sitting on the boulder stone a few inches away from where Emily was and next to her was Rowena's coffin which I had unsealed. She had begun the spell to bring back Rowena.Just as I suspected, the precious talisman she had spoken about was the black necklace on her neck. That little dark object had Rowena's soul in it.She has been in the spell for almost an hour now. She turned around to stare at me for a second, before continuing with her spell.She picked up the ritual knife, slitting her palm, and squeezing her blood on Rowena's skeletal bones while chanting.After she was done, she picked up the black stone pendant of the necklace and kept on chanting. Her purple eyes glowed brighter and the air around charged with magic and slowly, the pendant began to turn white as though whatever was in it was being emptied.I brought my gaze back to the stick I had picked up in the woods, giving it all my attention as I played with it, snapping it into two and plac