Cordelia Blackwell
I don’t understand why this man had such an effect on me. Throughout my twenty years of life, or rather nineteen if we’re being practical, no man has had this effect on me. “You’re funny.” He said with a small smirk.“I wasn’t trying to be.” I retorted with a raised eyebrow. I couldn’t let him intimidate me, nor could I let him know the way he affected me.He inched closer to my face, “You should watch out how you talk to me.” I didn’t like his threatening tone.“And you should watch out who you’re talking to.” I challenged back. We stared at each other’s eyes, I think he was waiting for me to relent first, but I never would. I have more of a backbone than that.The real problem was, the longer I stared at his dark brown eyes, I felt like I was being sucked in. They were deep, penetrating, and I could now understand the reputation he had with women.“I believe there’s no need for this aggressiveness.” Morgana stepped in between the two of us, pulling me back from him slightly.I was grateful. The closeness made my magic sizzle under my skin, like it wanted to come out. According to my experience, this is never a good thing.“Your sister needs our help, and Cordelia is the best to help her.” Morgana said in her usual calm and soothing tone.Cadell stepped back as well, finally breaking eye contact, and I felt myself able to breathe again. “You were saying she’s possessed.” He started with a business tone.I nodded my head, “Yes, there’s a spirit residing in her body and keeping her wolf shackled inside.” I moved closer to Sheila’s unconscious body. “The process of possession is usually a long one, and Sheila had been through the stages.”“And how do you get it out of her?” He asked, stepping closer to me again; With every breath I took, his cologne engulfed my senses, making me slightly dizzy.“The spirit belongs to a witch, Jeanette McConnell.” I turned to him with disgust in my eyes, “Of course, we all know you’ve angered plenty of those, but Jeanette is an old one, I believe she’s way before your time.”I was still trying to find a definite answer to his question, then I remembered something I once read in an old grimoire. “If we’re lucky, then Jeanette’s body will be in Midwick Cemetery. I will have to dig Jeanette out, burn her bones with the blue flame spell, then put the ashes in the Soul Cleansing Potion.”“Are you saying my sister needs to drink the ashes of a dead witch?” He seemed disgruntled by the idea.I shrugged my shoulders, “It’s your best option.” I averted my eyes to Morgana for confirmation and she nodded.“I will begin with the potion, but you know it will need you to…” She trailed off.I nodded my head, “I understand, start on it, and by the time I come back, I’m sure I’ll be able to use some of it.”“Some of what?” He asked with narrowed suspicious eyes.“Black Magic.” Morgana answered, “The Cleansing spell takes days to be ready, Earth Magic can’t quicken the process.”“Well, since this was cleared, I’ll be heading out now.” I announced, striding out of the room. As I reached the door, I felt a strong grip on my arm, halting my movement. And something like electricity shot up my arm. I felt goosebumps rise on my body and a shiver ran down my spine.I don’t know where that was coming from, but I really disliked it.I turned around, and Cadell was staring down at me, “I’ll come with you.” He said with a tone of finality.I snatched my arm out of his hold, “I’m not one of your wolves, you know? Try and show some manners. Geez, what happened to men?” I shook my head and left the room.Against my best wishes, he still followed me. I headed downstairs, the party was still in full swing, and I passed by the various people around. Most of them knew who I was, and some didn’t hide the fact that they didn’t like me all that much.However, it was easy to notice their surprise and shock when they saw the Alpha following me. He made a show of putting his hand on the small of my back, making it look like we were friends.We weren’t. We can never be.Once we were out of the mansion, he grabbed my arm again, “We will take my car.” He ordered.I don’t know who died and made him the boss of me? What gave him the right to order me around? It made me furious, but again, I shouldn’t be surprised. Cain Cadell was known to treat witches like servants, and when they didn’t do his beddings, he killed them. Usually, in the most gruesome ways ever.I just want this night to be over with. I thought to myself, then said, “Just bring a shovel.”He gave me a Cheshire grin and nodded his head. The car ride was engulfed in a tense silence. He gave me a side glance, as we neared the cemetery, “How long have you lived in Midwick?” He asked out of the blue.“A year.” I know my reply was snipped, but I didn’t want to open the door for a conversation.He hummed but didn’t say anything. I got the feeling that he wanted to, though. He kept stealing glances my way as he drove, which only made me uncomfortable for some reason. I got to the point of fidgeting in my seat.Once the car came to a stop, I felt relief wash over me and I couldn’t get out of there faster. “Let’s split to cover more areas.” I told him as we stood in front of the huge metal gates.The vast land of tombstones and faceless statues laid before my eyes. The night had a cold chilly air, and I felt myself shiver. This place gave me a sense of dread. Suddenly, my mind was attacked by several images of darkness, dirt, and me struggling breathlessly, clawing my way out of the coffin I was placed in.“You sure you can handle going in there alone?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, no hint of concern in his tone.I quickly put on my strongest face, and scoffed, “Just find her grave. If she’s a witch, she’ll have a tombstone with her name. Jeanette McConnel.” I stressed her name out.With that I hurriedly left him, walking through the several tombstones and trying to diminish my memories. After all, I’ve already been dead once, there’s no need to frit, right?Cordelia BlackwellI stared at the tombstone of Jeanette McConnel, and I read the epitaph engraved on the stone. “A loving mother and a precious servant of nature.” My eyes narrowed when I saw the date of her death, “1960.”“You found her?” His voice startled me.“Give me a heart attack, why don’t you?” I shook my head then turned back to the grave, “Yes, here lies Jeanette McConnel.” I paused for a second, “You know, this spirit didn’t just up and possess your sister. There must be another witch here, a living one, who’s used her. You better try and figure out who could be behind this, because this won’t be the end of it.”He tilted his head to the side, “To become what I am, I had to make a couple of enemies.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.“More like a couple of hundred, but who's counting?” I mumbled under my breath, then shook my head, “My point is, the witch who did this must be extremely powerful. She opened a portal to the other side, it isn’t an ea
Cain Cadell This wasn't what I wanted when I thought about having a mate. A woman who's sarcastic, rude, and shows no respect to me. How she spoke to Daniel… It really got on my nerves. Being all friendly and nice, smiling at him like they were friends. So far, she didn't smile at me, not even once. "I believe you should show me some respect, darling." I gritted out in a tone that was more threatening than I had intended. "It's not my fault that you're used to people bending backward to satisfy you." Her voice raised slightly higher and she looked at me with fire in her eyes. I stumped towards her, my steps heavy on the ground. "If you think you'll get away with this…" Daniel's voice interrupted the warning I was about to give her. "Alpha." I gave Cordelia one last glare then stepped away from her. "Could you also get me a clean box or a bottle or something?" She asked Daniel, ignoring my presence. "I need something to contain the ashes." She flashed him a smile then leaned next
Cordelia Blackwell Everything was a mess. I ran after Cadell and Daniel into the mansion, but they were way faster than me in my short legs and high heels. "How the fuck did that happen?" I heard Cadell yell loudly at the top of the stairs. I ran all the way up, my mind finally forming an idea of what could have happened, and my blood ran cold. The worst case scenario was that Sheila broke free and attacked Morgana. I dashed into the room, almost breathless. And I found Morgana sitting on the floor cradling a man's head into her lap. I couldn't see Sheila anywhere. Morgana looked up with tearful eyes, "It was a sudden surge of power." She seemed to be answering Cadell's question which he must have asked before I arrived, "She broke free, grabbed the glass of water on the nightstand, broke it, then stabbed him with it." "Who's that? Why did he get in here?" I asked stepping next to Morgana to assess the man's injury. "This is John Burke, Sheila's husband and mate." Daniel answer
People are connected to memories, and memories conjure feelings. And no matter how much I try, the mention of my biological mother can only bring loath, sorrow, hate, and despite my best effort, fear. I felt my blood run cold inside my veins. The last thing I ever wanted was to get entangled back into the web Fiona weaved. "And why would your mother work with my enemy?" Cadell asked the million dollar question. He turned to Morgana with fury, "Shouldn't you hold your witches in a tighter grip?" "Fiona isn't part of our coven, not anymore." Morgana explained, and the hint of sadness was still there. Out of everyone, Morgana took the loss of Fiona the hardest. According to her, Fiona had once been a good sister, a great witch, and a precious servant of nature. I never met the Fiona Morgana knew.The Fiona I knew was cold, distant, with a constant sneer on her face. "She was banished by the Council of Magic about four years ago." I stepped in, "The only power she holds is her knowled
Cordelia BlackwellI didn't argue with Alpha Cadell when he urged me out of his dungeon. I didn't complain when his hand was firmly placed on the small of my back, nor did I stop him when he led me to a bedroom with a huge king size bed. When someone puts my name and the word death in one complete sentence, I freak out. My eyes weren't focused as my mind insisted on conjuring memories of darkness, dirt, and me clawing to get out of a tiny box. I still remember the feeling of sheer terror as I screamed at the top of my lungs to get out. The feeling of a soft touch coming from a calloused hand pulled me out of that dark memory lane. I was brought back to the present with the sight of Alpha Cadell kneeling before me and holding my face as if I was a china doll.My eyes remained on his, I felt something strange working its way up from inside me, and my magic sizzled under my skin. His eyes darted slowly towards my lips before looking up again. Tension cackled in the air, and my heart
"What on earth are you doing here?" I jumped off the bed, almost falling on my butt as I stumbled backward. He didn't even twitch, his smirk only grew, "I came to see you, darling." "In my bedroom?" I exclaimed horrified, "Seriously, you have issues." I shook my head in exasperation. He got off the bed, and walked towards me with eyes full of mischief. "I told you not to leave the mansion. It was a direct order that you broke." With every word he took a step closer towards me. "I think you should be punished." He was standing so close, I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and I looked up to meet his eyes. I wanted to affirm my strength, but in reality I didn't have any. My breath hitched slightly, his words stirring this feeling in me. I almost wanted to know how he would decide to punish me. "You're not the boss of me." My words came shaky and I was ashamed of how weak I sounded. My heart skipped a beat as I remembered how we were so close to kissing only a few hours
Cordelia Blackwell I stood like the exact definition of a dumb blonde staring unblinkingly at Cain Cadell as he threatened the one person I wanted to keep safe. I had so many questions; plenty of snarky remarks and retorts that could have sufficed. But I knew better than to poke the bear. Or for the sake of the context, the wolf. "I'll give you a day, two at most, and you better tell me your choice." With that he strode out of the room, leaving his threat hanging in the air. It didn't make sense that he knew what Morgana had done, much less that he believed I was his mate. How did that happen? Do the Gods hate me enough to pair me with a werewolf? It's like there was a universal conspiracy to make my life a living hell.I know all too well what it means to be a werewolf mate. I have read about it several times. A bond that is unbreakable once initiated, and very unshakable. In theory, it sounded nice. If between two werewolves, then it is nice. But I'm not a wolf, I'm a witch. H
Cordelia BlackwellI hate him so much right now. "Tell me the terms of the deal first." He raised an eyebrow at me, "It's simple. You will be my mate. I'm sure you understand what that means." "Being your mate means sleeping with you, and I don't consent to that." I crossed my arms over my chest. "And I will not force you, but I will convince you." He had this annoying, beautiful, cocky smile that I wanted to slap off his face. "I'm sure there are other ways to handle this situation." Morgana's voice echoed as her heels clicked on the marble floor. She stood next to me with a hand on my shoulder, "You can have the alliance of our coven, forever. In return you'll keep our secret." "It's a no deal, Morgana." He said with a defiant look. "There has to be some middle ground." She argued back. The silence that followed her words was nerve-wracking. My heart pounded strongly in my chest, and I could barely stop my body from trembling. For some reason, I felt betrayal and disappoint