Romans & histoires Shadow And Maria Death

I took a deep breath and knocked on Matteo's office door. "Alpha Matteo, Alpha Noah Steele from the Shadowridge Pack is already waiting in the conference room." Only then did Matteo reluctantly release Sabrina. Just as he was about to get up, she pulled him back into her arms. "Do you really have to go to this meeting? I'll be so lonely without you." Sabrina pouted as she blinked her eyes pitifully. Her expression was so sweet it could melt anyone's heart. Matteo replied, "Of course not. Business meetings aren't as important as my precious girl."

"I just asked him to check on Jonathan's condition. We're not close at all, so there's no need for you to target him." Maria held her phone tight, deep in thought. After a moment, her expression hardened. "Will, I'll finally be free if I die, right? Richard and Jonathan can finally stop haunting me." Willow froze, a dark light flashing in his eyes. He held her with trembling hands. "Don't say that. I'll make sure they're gone." "It's fine." Maria pressed her lips together. "Death will open up my escape for me." She picked up her purse and smiled faintly at her pale-faced brother. "It's decided, then. Let's go, Will."

“Brave. But it’s pointless now.” She snapped her fingers. Shadows erupted from the ground like oil rising fast. They wrapped around our fighters, dragged them down screaming. One wolf clawed at the dark coils around his throat only for the shadows to tighten and snap bone. Another tried to shift mid-air as shadows poured into his open mouth and choked him silent. Mara screamed Rowan’s name and flung herself forward with water whipping around her like a storm. The silver-haired woman flicked her wrist. A spear of pure darkness punched through Mara’s shoulder, spun her around, and dropped her to her knees.

Yet her eyes burned with hate. “You children,” she said. Her voice echoed through the origin point and out loud. “Four centuries and you think you win? The shadow lives in you both. It will turn you against each other by dawn.” Julian stepped forward. “Show yourself truly or shut up.” His voice rang with command. Martha laughed weakly. “Brave words. But I feel the fracture in you, Alpha. One push and you become my tool like Mario did.” I reached through the bond and joined my will to Julian’s. “You failed with Mario. You will also fail now. We can see through you.”

I wasn’t shocked because I knew who she was. “Where is Maria?” I asked, hoping what I was thinking wasn’t what happened. “She’s dead. She died horribly. After being turned into a slave pack, her neck was snapped and she was hung until she rotted.” What a horrible way to die. I wasn’t yet satisfied. Why did it take so long for me to come here for my revenge? “What about Miller?” “You mean the pack doctor?” “Yes.” “He died long before Maria’s death.” What the heck! I trained a lot for my revenge, yet they were already killed before I could take my revenge.

The bond spiked, sharp and urgent, and I spun, blade drawn, as the shadows at the chamber’s edge *moved*, not light tricks but *alive*, curling like smoke, forming shapes—hands, faces, eyes. “Get back!” Lucian shouted, pulling me to the center, his blade flashing as the shadows lunged, not solid but cold, their touch burning like frostbite. I slashed the dagger, its light cutting through, scattering them, but they reformed, faster, their whispers filling my head—*spark, key, ours*. Killian swung his staff, the runes flaring briefly, pushing the shadows back, while Mara stabbed at one, her knife passing through but slowing it. “What are they?” she gasped, her voice shaking.

She walks outside and looks up one more time. She turns over to the team as she says the final words which ended the scene as well as the chapter. "All the realms we destroyed are back. And...and…" She mumbled. "And what?" Butt asked with a crease on his forehead "And I felt the presence of the Moirai." Maria replied as the scene instantly got plunged into arrant darkness. A lightning struck the very grounds and the sky darkened. Not like night but it was bloody. "What is this?" Maria rushed out of the room which she laid in before her death. Clothed in a new apparel of a red jacket coat, a body suit inside and a black jean.

Collins scolds her, but to her credit, she actually shuts up and turns expectant eyes on Ansel. “I was doing some research about the shadow god for a school project, and asked her to get some info for me. She couldn’t get it because he wasn’t around at that time, but she had a little information that I also had, except some of the details were different. I learnt that the shadow god was an abomination, born from an unholy ritual. The son of the god of death and the moon goddess.” “Wh…” Tali begins, but is cut off when Collins puts his hand over her mouth, effectively silencing her.

His betrayal was exposed, his ambush failed, his usefulness to Obsidian ended. By every law of pack justice, he deserved death. "I executed him," the older Marina said quietly. "Right here, right now, in my timeline. Used the shadow-death technique Obsidian taught me. Erased him from existence so completely that no one even remembered he'd betrayed us." "Sounds like the right choice," Lyra said, her knife still drawn. "It was the wrong choice." The older Marina's expression held devastating sorrow. "Because killing him with shadow-death required me to fully embrace the darkness. To become someone capable of unmaking souls. And once I crossed that line, I couldn't uncross it."

Not the pain – but something tighter. "The Shadow?" I asked. Mara's hands stilled. "Dead," she said after a moment. "You killed him." The words settled heavily between us. Dead. We'd won. But Mara didn't move again right away. Her gaze lingered on the bandages, her fingers still resting against them like she wasn't finished. "There's something you need to know," she said. --- I forced my eyes open wider. "What?" Mara stepped back slightly, wiping her hands on a cloth. For a moment, she didn't speak. Like she was choosing her words carefully.