Novel & Cerita Alex Blair Heaven Pov

On a soft bed at that, “Mum, you are awake, see, isn't it beautiful?” Her mind drifted back to the events of the previous day. She had moved into Adrian's house; she stood up abruptly, pushing off the blanket. Caleb's excited face made her smile. He switched off the exotic artificial sky wallpaper and the ceiling was normal again. “Come on, mum, Dad is waiting for you”, Caleb said, pulling her up. “What! Adrian is here already?” She questioned removing some strands of hair from her puffy face. “I am, beautiful”, Adrian responded, smiling coyly.

Alex spins on his heel with a vicious glare set on his face. "There is no footage." he spits, "These mutts were not good enough at their jobs and missed it." Crossing my arms over my chest, I mutter, "Show me the footage." He rolls his eyes and turns to the circuit board. Alex presses a few buttons before a video on the surrounding televisions begins to play. It shows an empty row of cages, cells. Nothing but cells. He speeds it up to a few hours ago. Suddenly, there is a loud screech that can be heard and black mist covers the corners of the tape. My eyes widen and the tape stops as quickly as it had started.

He’s headed to the same event we’re expected at. I guess we’re talking about this in person. Though the fuck do I even say to the Father once I got him back in front of me? ‘What the fuck did you do to me these past four days?’ Seems a little too vague. ‘Hey, I’m healing like a vamp and bleeding black like a demon…’ He’s gonna act alarmed if I say that, right? He’ll probably haul me back to church for another ‘cleansing’.

POV DARLENE The transition from the Architect’s boardroom was not a shift in reality, but a Total Internal Collapse. As the desk of void and the pressurized starlight dissolved into the white-hot static of the 114th layer, the "Boardroom" didn't just fade—it Exposed the Bone. We emerged into the One-Hundred-and-Fifteenth Layer of Entropy, a realm that felt like the inside of a massive, hollowed-out sun. This was the Chamber of the Paternal Blueprint, the absolute zero of my trauma, where the True Valerius—not the Judge, not the Blueprint, but the man who had actually held my hand before the Square—sat upon a throne made of Living Amber and Primordial Iron.

*Pryce Winsley's POV* --- "Anything strange, Babe? Are you it now?" Blair asked me while hiding behind a Captain America shield, and I looked at the moon again and let out a deep breath. I held tight on the rail of the balcony while concentrating on thinking to be the beast that I should be, or just even the wolf form, but I think nothing is happening. "Still nothing, Blair. You can come out now." I replied, facing her, and she peeked and looked around, then tried to scan me with her red eyes from head to toe.

Blair looks more than defeated as she hugs her knees to her chest. She is nothing like the woman who had turned up in our pack to introduce herself and cause drama. All her confidence and attitude appears to be long gone, but that didn’t mean she was trustworthy. “Has she said anything else?” I press Blair shakes her head, “Not really, the most she was doing was cussing out Abraxas for what he did to her. She cried herself to sleep.”

STEELE & CHRISTINE Travis Steele, resident tech geek of the Heaven Hill MC rolled his head on his shoulders, hoping to loosen the tension he felt in his neck. People were driving him insane. Two days before Christmas and all of the guys were trying to surprise their wives, which meant he was keeping tabs on people more than usual. When really the only person he wanted to be keeping tabs on was his own wife. He looked down at his cell phone, sitting beside his mouse and saw he had a message from her.

“Mm.” Mable responded to him and closed her eyes after that. … Blair looked at the gradually disappearing helicopter in the night sky. A huge sense of powerlessness and frustration almost drowned him. The night wind was bleak and desolate.

It was a message from Mia. Just a video, with no caption attached. The footage was shaky, but I could immediately tell that it was a video taken in the hotel suite that I stayed in last year, while I was recuperating from my illness overseas. I was there, laying on the bed, breaths steady and completely unaware. Then, the camera flipped. There Terrence was, shirtless and grinning like he'd just pulled off a prank. He held a finger to his lips, smiling with mischievous satisfaction.

The wall morphed and changed into a silver screen like a theatre. The screen lit up and then showed a figure. The figure was standing amidst fiery debris. It had a pair of wings and a pair of horns on its head. Its roar was deafening and terrifying. Rose couldn’t hold her curiosity and asked. “What is that?” Roosevelt took a short pause before answering. “That’s him, Matthew Blair Dragunov.” Rose held her breath in disbelief. She took a long good look at the figure again. She could not see that that figure was Matthew. It was too different.