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"War is coming Elena, you need to be ready, the dark shadows are getting near and they will take over this land if we don't protect it. Jonathan is the answer to their problems. His blood and only his can give the darkness power. Jonathan is a good man but he has some darkness in him, you have to keep him focused on the light, do not let the darkness get to him because it might be the end of our race. Elena there's a lot of creatures lurking in the dark. Your father was able to keep them at bay because he had your mother. She gave him a gift only she can give him. She gave him light and the darkness was kept away.

“When the day comes that you yield to the woman with hair as dark as night, lips the shade of cherry blossoms, with eyes the colour of the bird of night, and skin like milk; when you allow her evil to bleed within you… pay heed, for then, shall you bring doom to the world.” His roaring voice made me yell out as pain enveloped me and I could no longer breathe, but then the wind stopped, the moon shone on the ground again, and the reflection of the black shadowy wolf vanished. My heart was beating violently as I scanned the room, trying to make sense of it all. Son of darkness? Wasn’t I the one who was meant to continue the royal bloodline? The one fit to be kin

A dark laugh escaped me . Godric was knocked to the side, was barely able to stand on his feet and looked at the figure who had got up from the coffin and probably also licked his arm. There was still some blood to be seen on his lips, which the unknown figure slowly licked from his lips. The young father did not know what was happening to him. He had learned a lot in his training, but he had never imagined anything like that. A resurrected sinner who, according to Scripture, should have been dead a long time. But this sinner still looked very much alive, the priest found after the first examination. It was a young man, the Father would have to guess, no older than twenty. He had floor-lengt

"Such theatrics, Edward. You truly are your mother's son. Always so emotional. Let's not pretend this is a battle you can win." Something within me snapped. My body tensed as I released the dark fae form and the Beast I had been holding back. Shadows surrounded me, twisting and warping as a sickly dark light emanated from me. My limbs stretched, my muscles bulged, and my bones cracked and reshaped. My claws extended, sharp and deadly, curving like scythes. My skin turned ashen gray, shimmering with the faint sheen of obsidian. My wings expanded, twice their usual size, jagged and veined with crimson, scraping against the walls. I loomed over him, twice my original height, my voice deep and g

"It's an immortality spell." She shook her head. "Not likely. Immortality is a myth. You'd have to be a god to do that. Is the darkness a god?" "I don't think so." My eyes shifted through more of the books. They all had one thing in common: the need for a blood relation of the person casting the spell or the person they were summoning. "So, If not immortality, then the darkness must be summoning a Grey. Are they trying to summon my mother?"

asked Sumon, confused. "With all the confessions you have made, has he never revealed anything to you?" asked Nathan cynically. Sumon looked at him waitingly. "Doreon is one of the faithful of the dark Gods." Sumon closed his eyes and stiffened. "What? How is this possible?" "He never told you why his father, Lord Noksen, was sentenced to death?" asked Nathan seriously. "No, he never talked about his father or mother," Sumon said.

While he did care for his daughter, he struggled to express his affection openly, and his interactions with her were often marked by a certain reserve. However, when it came to his son, Alex, a transformation occurred. James' stern facade would soften, and a rare smile of paternal pride would grace his lips. He viewed Alex as the embodiment of their family's legacy, and this favoured son could do no wrong in his father's eyes. The bond between father and son was evident to all who witnessed it, a connection that Cassia couldn't help but admire, even if it occasionally left her feeling overlooked.

She closed her eyes as her surroundings started glowing like the Moon actually landed on the surface of the Earth. "Hahaha… no. It's not the right spell, for you both actually. You know Ethan Carter, you should have done that yourself. It's a binding spell, now you can't get out of this circle. Now I'm taking her and you both enjoy each other's company." Ethan heard his voice and he fumed in anger. "What are you doing here?" Ethan asked the only person who could dare to confront Ethan. Brandon, his Master's second son. The one who changed his way after his father's death and his sister Camelia, she started supporting him for power.

The fool isn't a pure blood so he's doing all he can to get his spoilt daughter to marry me. Like that's going to work. The only reason I'm here is because my father forced me to. He said I have to do this because I'm going to be the next King but I highly doubt it. What is he thinking? Despite being all powerful, I know what I am. An abomination. A curse to this world. I've hurt people. I've killed countless throughout my life. No matter what I try, I will never be able to control my powers, to balance the darkness that I was born with. So instead of fighting it, I embraced it. I reveled in it's power.

Plus I don't know anything about that man and even if I would find him, won't it be too weird for us to just marry because his father just said so? 'He has been waiting for you for many years, my lady.' That made me more confused. 'His son is sleeping for decades down the River of Flames. A clairvoyant once told him that only the lady whose ability is fire and is a fire dragon summoner can go into the River of Flames and awaken his son. If you are confused as to why his son is there, it's because he was cursed by an evil witch, and only a lady who is willing enough to go to that deadly river can lift the curse. And you, the flames won't burn you since you are the mistress of the fire, so he