Kandreah’s POV Sanguineabyss is a vast subrealm within Wengarthria. So big that it could be a realm in its own right. Mud and blood are squelching beneath our feet. Its name is warranted by all means. Sanguine means blood in Latin. And this shithole really looks like an abyss of blood. The sky above us is a horizon saturated with ruby and crimson tones, reminding me of bloodied curtains of some perverse shit show while the smell of blood is flowing through all of my senses. I could live without blood for a long time as long as I have a regular influx of necromancy within me. The energy of death has a bizarre effect on me. It keeps me alive. My warriors, on the other hand, at least those faes who do not have necromancy elements within, are dependent on blood to survive. During the past few battles, they had more than enough opportunities to quench their thirst, to the disgust of non-vampiric warriors in the alliance. So, given the bloodbath we caused in conquered subrealms of Wengart

Meena’s POVI am plunged into a boundless, infinite field of mint with subtle hints of cedar, sandalwood and musk. I was snug as a bug in a rug while I swayed and rolled within its rich and intense aroma. The robust frame of my mate, the demon, one of the ruling deities of the underworld, is savagely pressed against my body, engulfing and embracing us with his fire and magic. He pinned my hands above my head, holding me in one place. However, one of the most powerful, fiendish and fearsome demons of the Soovare realm is not a fierce warrior, mage and telepath now. In front of me is an enflamed bulk of muscles, a devil’s embodiment with the look of an angel. The steel grey eyes are protruding into my soul with their intensity. His warm breath on my skin is about to cause my core to combust and melt as I cannot endure more anticipation. He is driving me into preorgasmic madness while taking his sweet time to tantalise every inch of my skin, leaving the wet trails where his tongue swirle

Meena’s POVHe inhaled my scent and closed his eyes. He let my hands go and touched my cheeks gingerly as he continued to trail down my face carefully like he was an artist who painted on canvas. Wherever his fingers trailed, I felt my skin was burning and about to crack open under his touch. His touch was warm yet light like a feather, causing tingles of pleasure and gooseflesh to ripple throughout my body and hit me right down to my core. He then pressed his soft, warm, ripened and edible lips against mine while gently rubbing, licking and teasing mine, asking for access to deepen our kiss. He tasted like mint, fresh and alluring yet warm, wet and soft. His minty body scent mixed with sandalwood cedar and musk saturated all my senses. An unwilling moan escaped from my mouth as I surrendered to desire, which pulsated through every atom of my essence. No, this is not lust. This is greater than desire. This is a pure thrill and bliss caused by innocent and divine, outworldly love. Thi

Malleteagan‘s POV We had no time to dwell on the horror that we just witnessed. One second, we witnessed the silence that balefully draped across the crater of Sanguineabyss following the death of fae twin kings. The next second, we were besieged by a coven of blood witches mingled with the melee of beasts, demons and warriors. They were looking down at us from the embankment of Sanguineabyss’ crater while we were at its bottom base, filled with blood. Blood was running through every inch of Sanguineabyss as if the sky and ground in here were made of a vascular system with its own constant influx and flow of blood. We were trapped. Following the deaths of Thersar and Kandreah, I was left alone with a battalion of over 60000 warriors: my warriors, dwarves and freshly distraught vampiric, dark and light faes who had just lost their rulers. And I was meant to lead the battle with them. I mean, Nexelex is still here, and despite his small stature, he proved to be a damn good warrior and

Malleteagan’s POV After a long and exhausting fight, which seemed to last for hours, if you ask me, Raamalen swung her hand to strike me with her magic. We were battling on the ground, in no man-land border between Walthera and Sanguineabyss. I was dangerously close to the edge of the Sanguineabyss embankment and on the verge of falling down to its crater. The battle between alliance forces and Wengarthrians is still erupting there, in pits of the Sanguineabyss crater. Our warriors were decimated, and our losses were tremendous. I was about to topple and fall back down. I was wounded, exhausted and, although I hate to admit, on the brink of defeat.At the moment when I was about to tumble down into a crater wrecked by battle, a galvanised fuse of enlightened energy filled the sky above us. It was gushing and exploding out of the darkness of the bloodied Sanguineabyss crater. The energy current erupted out of the crater’s body like a tsunami. It spread its waves across the Sanguineaby