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#Flash back# #Cedric Marshall# #Supernaturals# Hello Alaric, you look haggard as ever! ♥Cedric's POV♥ My life is a shattered mess, a puzzle that can't ever be gotten right because the missing piece led me astray and left me alone in this cold, dark, world. What benefit is the gift of immortality when ancient curses can drive you mad and invite death to snatch you right from my grip?

A wolf came walking up to him, dropping a bag next to Damien's feet. He opened the bag and first took out a pair of shorts that he put on and then leaned down and pulled out a small vial. Tossing it in the air and catching it before holding it up for everyone to see like it was a troffé. ”The blood of the princess, promising her to me,” Percy walked around the King but Rasmus place his hand on Percy's shoulder. Damien lifted his head. ”I will kill you if I must.” He said coldly.

“Mark my words Lucy, we’ll get through this. I’m going to do everything in my power to win you back. Whatever it takes, I’ll step up.” “Please Noah…just let it go….let me go..” Lucy almost whispered, imploring him with as much emotion as she could muster into her eyes. “Never Lucy. Not in a million years. You and I are bound for eternity by the Godess herself, and I would rather kill myself than let you go.”

his voice was full of determination and without a second thought, he made his way into the torture room. “Xerxes hold on!” Clarissa tried to stop him from doing something stupid but he shoved her aside and made his way further in. Finally, he reached the door and with anger in his breathing, he turned to his pack member and personal spy. “Open the door, Royce,” he commanded in his deep voice. “I wonder what I must have done in my past life that the great Lycan himself agreed to pay me a visit.” The words came from a thousand years old witch.

He is putting his life on the line so that we can all live in peace, we will give him our allegiance’ The King rose to stand by his wife, ‘We have ruled in peace for many centuries and we wish to remain at peace with all Immortals. We have no qualms about this, we, the King and Queen of the Werewolves, do hereby pledge our allegiance to the Lycan Alpha Sirius. May the moon Goddess shine her light on him always.’ They bowed their heads toward him and he nodded back then lifted his head as the King continued, ‘Now, all of you will come forward and kneel before Sirius and give him your pledge, we are all in this together and we must stand as one to defeat our common enemy.’

And then it came to me. "I am very sure that this 'myth' us a hundred percent true, Elder Hugh," I said to the elder as I picked up my wine filled glass and began slowly swirling it in my hands. "A Lycan King without a Luna isn't one you would want to be close with." "Yeah, right," Elder Hugh scoffed as he took another sip of wine from his glass and sighed. "If you keep on believing that, Prince Hudson, then I'm sorry but I can't help you."

And the world, the gods, and the kings would remember it forever. I inhaled, silver light curling around my chest like fire. My pulse steadied. My vision cleared. I was standing on the precipice of legend, and I would not fall. I was Elara, the Omega who faced a god. And the world would never be the same again.

“I have an offer that might solve several of your problems. Including the one sitting in the hospital bed beside you right now.” “I’m listening.” “Immortality,” Darius says simply. “A true turning. Not the half-life most vampires endure, but the real gift. Eternal youth, boundless strength, and perfect health. For your grandmother. For you, if you ever wish it. All I ask in return is a conversation. And perhaps… a small favor regarding your hybrid research.” The words hang in the air like poison wrapped in silk. Tempting. Dangerously tempting. Laura watches me curiously as my grip on the phone tightens.

Seeing the look of confusion still evident on everyone’s faces, especially Ursula and Beatrice, who finally joined him, they resumed their words. “While the spell that I planted in Raphael’s body wasn’t a death curse spell, but an immortality spell so I could legally make Raphael a god like me, just like Laika with Morrigan. Now that I’ve finished answering your question, young man, can you explain what you just said to me?” ***

"Alaric, get up. Please get up. PLEASE..." "No..." I sniffled. "No, you promised. You promised you would protect me. You promised..." I refused to believe that he was gone as the bond went silent. "ALARIC!" I screamed with everything I had, my voice breaking. "NO! COME BACK! PLEASE COME BACK!" "He's gone," Viktor said coldly. "The Lycan King is dead. Long live the new era." "I'll kill you," I sobbed, still fighting even as the sedative dragged me down. "I'll kill all of you. I'll rip you apart..."