Cordelia Blackwell In the past two days, I’ve noticed that my strength was failing me. I have become weaker and weaker. The mark no longer burned, but my magic remained uncontrolled, and I remained tired most of the time.Tonight is the coven meeting, and I dreaded it tonight more than ever. I was sitting in the armchair in our parlor when I heard Morgana’s heels clicking on the marble floor. “Don’t worry. Everything will be fine.” “I wish I can have your confidence. I’m even more worried that we didn’t hear from Cain for the past two days.” I turned to her, “Do you think something happened to him?” “Cordelia.” She had this scolding tone. “We need to focus…” Before she could finish, there was a knock on the door. Maria went to open it, and to my surprise I found Thomas standing there in all his blonde glory and black trench coat. He looked more rugged than usual. “Oh my God, Thomas.” I said jumping off my chair and wrapping my arms around him.He stumbled back in surprise but let
Cordelia BlackwellCain marched towards us with a look of fury in his eyes. It shook me to my bones, and I instantly jolted away from Tom as if his mere closeness burned my skin. The feelings I had were confusing; they contradicted each other greatly. I was elated and relieved to see Cain with my own eyes safe and sound after being worried for so long. But at the same time, I found myself fearing what he would do. Thomas and Cain stood face to face staring at each other. It looked like each one was trying to prove he's the Alpha Male. "What do you think you're doing with my mate?" Cain gritted out. His voice remained low, but menacing and dangerous. "What you've been failing to do all along." Tom answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I stood there, watching Cain taking a hold of Tom by the collar of his white shirt, baring his teeth at him. "Who do you think you are to touch my mate so freely?!" Cain all but growled at him. "I'm the one person who knows her
Cordelia Blackwell “You have to come downstairs, love.” I heard Tom’s voice in the background of my mind. “We’re keeping her in the East Wing.” His hand touched my shoulder softly, “You’ve been cooped up in this room for three days now, Delia.” Three days? Is that how long it has been? It felt longer than that. “Fiona said she’ll only talk to you.” He urged me further, but it didn’t matter to me. Nothing matters with him not around. “Why should I care? Fiona and Debra can kill him for all I care.” I mumbled without averting my eyes from the sight of the afternoon’s sun through my window. Tom let out a soft breath, then sat on the edge of bed. “If only this was true.” He muttered softly. “This isn’t about Cadell, it’s about you. Fiona is your mother, a terrible one at that, but we need to know what she’s planning.” “Fine.” I agreed with a petulant huff. “I’ll meet you there.” Once Tom left, I took a shower and dressed to impress. Fiona has always been peculiar about the way I loo
Cordelia Blackwell "Daniel, it has been a week! You can't tell me you have no clue where he is or what he's doing!" I exclaimed in fury, my anger burning bright and its flames heating my skin. I was currently in the Blood Moon Pack's mansion. Standing in their foyer, and hoping that Daniel would let any useful information slip. "We don't know where he is." He let out a sigh, "The entire pack is distressed. He came back that night, told me to manage the pack till he returns, I asked him where he was going, but he gave nothing away." "It's true." Sheila added in a sad tone. "The pack needs him now more than ever, I tried asking him what had happened." She shook her head, "Can you tell me what happened?" "No." I answered firmly, letting my glare drift to Daniel. "You tell me what happened during your visit to Jamestown. Everything changed after he came back." Daniel sighed, "Please have a seat." I raised an eyebrow, "I think the witch he met said something to him.""What witch?" …
Cordelia Blackwell Today, I've found out the worst news. My aunt, Morgana Blackwell, owed a favor to the strongest and most feared Alpha, Cain Cadell. Now, we'll both have to bend backward to repay that debt."Mother of all that's holy, put a goddamn smile on your face, Cordelia." Morgana nudged my side, at the same time let a polite smile on her face. "I know they hate me. They know that I know that they hate me. And you know that I know that they know, so what's your problem?" I replied with a roll of my eyes. Alpha Cadell held a ball in his very fancy, and extremely huge, mansion. He said it was a celebration for his arrival at the new town. I was sure it wasn't only that. "Just keep your manners. We will be in and out before you even know it." Morgana stressed, and nodded her head at some woman with a winged face mask. Did I mention that this is a masquerade? We live in Midwick, Virginia. A very small and very beautiful town, which one would feel was built right in the middle
Cain Cadell I knew moving to Midwick was a good start. The town held a strong connection to almost all kinds of supernatural, it only made sense that I make it the place I rule from. I know I still have plenty of fights, maybe even wars, before I become a Lycan. "Perhaps tonight you'll finally find your mate." Daniel Braxton, my Beta and best friend, said as he came to stand next to me on the balcony. "You haven't lost hope yet?" I shook my head, "I will be thirty in a few months, Daniel. No wolf goes that long without their mate if they were ever meant to have one." "It's possible. You can never really know." I chuckled coldly, "Or perhaps that witch we met a few years ago was right. She said the Moon Goddess herself has cursed me to never have one." I felt the weight of his hand on my shoulder, "It doesn't have to be like this."Daniel was the only one who knew how much not having a mate affected me, perhaps it’s because he was yet to find his mate as well. While I come off li
Cordelia BlackwellI 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
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