Novel & Cerita The Dark Thrall: Mating Olivia

“Well at least I won’t get bored,” Surrounded by savage, burning creatures, Olivia summoned her silver Madien and prepared to engage. “Five against one. Doesn’t seem fair for these guys, Olivia said. “Then let’s make it even tougher for them,” a second voice outter. Behind Olivia appeared a spivaling done of purple voodoo magic with voodoo relics spinning around it. Out of this dome appear Scott Nollex; the vamp wolf and Sam Ethol, the voodoo child. “Took you long enough,”

“Does that mean the spell did not work?” The witch slowly shook her head. “That was not the blood of his beloved.” I blinked. “Your son is a demon. If his mate was not his beloved, He loved no one.” As soon as the witch said that, thunder struck, and it began to rain. *************************************************************************************************** “Are you cold?” Lilith whispered into and I shook my head. She covered my hair with a cloth and rubbed it. I turned to her, smiling. She smiled back.

"This is what Black Gold Group has been trying to replicate, to corrupt. And this is what we'll use to stop them – together." The declaration hung in the air like a challenge. James's remaining followers looked increasingly uncertain, while Ray's pack members seemed to stand taller, prouder. But before anyone could respond, a familiar voice called out from below: "Mom!" Oliver's mental cry was accompanied by the sound of breaking glass and surprised shouts. The wine cellar eruption I'd been waiting for had begun. It was time to show everyone exactly what happened when you threatened a Luna Wolf's child – especially when that Luna Wolf had finally found her true mate.

It was obvious this place had been built using dark magic. I recognized some of the women standing in the circle. They were the same ones from the ritual, though there were fewer of them tonight. They stood in a semi-circle, their heads bowed in a way that looked more like fear than respect. Then, Olivia moved. She stepped up onto a makeshift throne made of twisted roots and bone. She reached out and grabbed a long staff, the tip of it glowing with a sickening, pulsing light. As she raised the staff high, I felt a wave of nausea. Her face—the beautiful, polished mask she usually wore—began to bubble and warp.

King Sven raises an eyebrow as he remains seated, his dick still out and hard. Oh. I avert my gaze away from his demonic rod immediately, unable to fathom that I even had the tip in my mouth. “Are you disobeying me, Olivia?” His tone makes me tremble, but I remain composed. “Come back.” “To accept the mate bond between us and to give you a child is the deal, and it definitely doesn't come with a blow job package,” I reason.

"How's my sister?" "Sound asleep," Vador replied. "Something is wrong," Aleister said entering the room "Someone is coming," his eyes were now shades of grey "Avan,Emma,go,take Avan with you. Go to Alizon" "The dark witches are back," Vador said his eyes changing color." "That's right," someone replied across the room with her back turned. Immediately Vador was tied to a metal chair and so was Aleister. "How's the dark lord?" She asked turning to face them.

I had paid a fortune to the witch coven for this parchment. The ancient rule was absolute: a pact between a thrall and their master could only be broken by the master's own blood. Before he could even look at the parchment, his phone rang. Ophelia’s panicked crying came through the speaker. "Bastian! My castle’s wards are broken! A rival clan is attacking! I’m so scared!" Bastian tensed up instantly, pure concern in his eyes as he stood up. "Don’t panic. I’m on my way."

Other Alphas envied me for having such a gorgeous mate. ‘Want mate,’ Zeff growls. I think it’s time I collect what’s mine. I lost my heir, but perhaps Olivia could give me another one. She’s a bit old for childbearing and if it doesn’t work, I can always find some she-wolf on the run, force her into a mate bond, and get her pregnant. But Olivia is my mate. Fucking her always felt fantastic. I can feel Zeff getting hard just thinking about fucking our mate again. Yes, it’s definitely time for me to reclaim what’s mine.

After all, when push came to shove, they would stand with their own. Her thoughts were interrupted by a ceaseless racket from outside. Now who was causing chaos? Olivia stood up and went to her balcony where she heard Maya and Titan's voice drift out. Even before she got downstairs, she could hear them screaming. "If you think I'm letting you leave with him," Titan threatened. "You've got another thing coming! I'd dig a grave and bury myself next to our dead parents before I accept this bastard as your mate!" "Fine!" Maya shouted back. "Do whatever the hell you want! You think I care? You have controlled my life enough! Enough is enough!"

"Your soul’s other half. In exchange, I will weave the illusion. However, royal blood may resist my magic. The Alpha King might still recognize his true mate when he meets her." Olivia had only smiled thinly. "I'll take that risk. One more thing," she croaked. “Poison the princess too." Von grabbed Olivia’s arm in horror. "Don’t," she whispered, desperate. "Please. We can find another way..." Olivia only pulled away, her face set with icy resolve. "I, Olivia Avintho of Sand Warrior Pack, hereby give you permission to take my wolf spirit," she declared. The ritual was brutal. The screams... Von still heard them in her nightmares.