Forbidden Manifestation By Zara Blackthorn Novels & Stories

And I dont really know what am I missing. I force my chin higher. "Then explain it." The elder woman tilts her head, and for the first time I see it, the faint scar circling her wrist like a brand. "If you give your blood," she says slowly, "you don’t just claim us." Her eyes darken until there’s no white left at all. "You bind your life to ours. You bleed here… you belong here. Forever." Just like Atlas belongs at Black River, forever. And I may not be sure about many, many...many things, but one is clear as day. Atlas will never leave me here. He won't let us part.

We all looked up to see a figure hovering in the air above us, crackling with dark energy. Zara. She looked different now, her beauty twisted by dark magic. Her eyes glowed red as she smiled down at us. "Thank you for the demonstration, little torch-bearer," she called. "Now I know exactly what power I need to steal." The light inside me pulsed in warning. Something terrible was coming, and I had no idea how to stop it.

~ Zara Todd’s POV~ “What’s you last wish? Trust me! I will fulfill all of your wishes,” he says as he points a knife on his neck and my eyes enlarges in shock. No! Not again. I don’t want him to do this anymore. I don’t want him to hurt anyone one more time. I don’t want him to show his devil shelf to himself one more time. I quickly get up from my place and run towards him and try to stop him.

But then she drags her palms down her cheeks, and her expression hardens again. — If Azrion’s threatening someone you love, you’re trapped, Zara. All you have left is your clan. — No — her voice nearly cracks — no one else can know. If I kill Azrion, I can keep the secret buried… — Kill Azrion? — I give her a sad, bitter smile. — You really think you can kill a Nephilim? A son of Lucifer? — Yes. I could wait until he’s asleep and… — she falters, thoughts clearly tangled. — I have a dagger with a quartz core and…

“Please forgive me, Alpha.” I looked at the bed where Zara was supposed to be lying. It was empty. “Where is Zara?” I demanded. “Just now, I went to get water for her as she pleaded, and I came back and… she’s gone. Forgive me, please!” he kept pleading. “Mft!” I hissed, turning toward the car to leave. “To hell with her!” I didn't know what happened next, but I heard myself ordering Emi to search the left side while I ran toward the right side, which had a small exit, like a man who had lost a precious thing.

Silence fell. The air changed. For the first time, she looked at me not as an object, but as something unpredictable. “Careful,” she murmured. “Conviction is a dangerous trait in young women.” “Is it?” I asked quietly. “For those who do not understand power — yes.” She stopped directly in front of me. “Understand this, Elara of Taranth. You are not royal here. Your presence is tolerated because of your mother’s marriage.” “I understand.”

Her back slammed against the wall; cracks spidered out from the impact. Zevran swore and moved fast—too fast for human sight. One arm braced the wall beside her head, the other pressed against her sternum, fingers splayed over the mark that now blazed through her skin. “Listen to me,” he said, voice low and sharp. “If you lose control, this fortress will collapse.” “I can’t—control—it!” Her eyes glowed pure gold. The seal under her skin pulsed in rhythm with the black moon above, the same dark energy he’d sworn to bury centuries ago.

That wretched scream, and laughter, soft feminine, terrible voice. A woman emerged from the haze. Her dress flickered like shadow and flame. Her hair fell in a thick and tangled way around her shoulders, strands silver as black as nightmares. Zaira Blackthorn. I did not know how I knew her name, but I knew. The same way, I knew that she was a witch. "Such chaos," she whispered, voice like smoke and poison. "So much effort to protect something you were destined to lose." Behind her floated symbols drawn in blood, pulsing with sickly green light. I tried to run forward, to throw myself at her, to stop her, but my body would not move. My feet were rooted. My throat locked.

Guilt crossed her face, she took a deep breath, and squared her shoulders. Black candles appeared before her, along with incense and a holder. She placed the candles around the body, then summoned a white powder substance, making a circle. She sent flames to the candles and incense, waving them over the body and chanting. I could feel the energy begin to surround her, she was mesmerizing, and it seemed everyone else thought so too. No one could take their eyes off her, except Calous who slowly inched nearer. Right at the peak of energy, a small lightning bolt emerged from his fingertip and broke the circle. The power that had been building, threw everyone back. It took everything in me not t

She stood up abruptly, her face entirely pale with pure, unadulterated shock and horror. "You cannot marry a human," she whispered. The color drained from her face. "Selene, it's forbidden."