The trip itself to the portal shouldn’t have taken any longer than an hour at most. Yet the terrain before me with all its dips and swells slowed down my progress considerably.
By the time I broke through the tree line and found myself on the edge of a vast expanse of water, it was already mid day. I had followed Lilith’s instructions and headed due south. The problem was that due south lead directly to the other side of the lake before me.
I could see a small cavern at the side of the waters edge. And everything within me was telling me that there is where I found find the portal to the underworld. For the most part of my journey I had allowed myself to follow my inner compass. The string that tied me to Lucas. The closer to the portal I was getting the more the string seemed to tighten between us. By this point I could almost feel the connection pulsing between us like it had its own life force. It was strange to be so aware of someone who was not with you and you
The longer time stretch on, the harder it was to keep control of the magic flowing through me. I desperately grabble at the bond between myself and Lucas, calling to him and hoping that he could feel its tug. There was no way of knowing of course, but surely the bond must count for something. “Come now Princess, there is no point in resisting us. It is only a matter of time. And by the looks of it, you will burn out well before the sun will come up.” Tyrell stood just the other side of my fire wall, assessing me smugly. I knew what he was doing, he was waiting me out, he knew my magic would only last for so long. But I wasn’t about to just give myself up and so I pushed on, the sweat dripping down my body with the effort. One this that had started to get on my nerves, was everyone’s obsession with calling me “Princess,” I may come from so called demon royalty. But one things I am definitely not is a Princess. “Stop calling me that!” I shout, my voice wavering
Pain radiated through my head and my body ached with exhaustion. I felt like I had just gone ten rounds with a heavyweight champion. I groan, prying my eyes open only to close them again against the bright light in the room. Forcing my eyes to open, I take a moment to adjust. I look about in confusion, have no idea where I am. I’m not in the woods and I am definitely not in the room back at Lilith’s cottage. I tried to make sense of what had happened pushing the groggy feeling in my brain to one side. I felt as if I was wading through sludge. I was led out on a large four poster bed, satin sheet covered me. My clothes replace with a black satin nightdress that left little to the imagination. Heavy curtain pulled back in each corner. The whole room was decorated in dark tones, deep brown wood almost verging on black. Rich purple accents of colour here and there in the form of a cushion or a throw. Black sheets and upholstery, the room was distinctly mal
Lucas POV I look down at the sleeping form in my arms. Her dark lashes resting against her cheeks. Her breathing was even, meaning any pain in her body was now pushed to the side and her mind was calm. Her hair cascaded down towards the floor like the smooth silk sheet of my bed, her already pale skin now even more so due to the stress her body has been put through. He scent was intoxicating, and it took everything within me to not just claim her as mine now. It was clear she didn’t fully trust me, it was understandable with my reputation as it was, she had no reason to put any trust into me. But Avalon was my slither of humanity. The one thing that stopped me from falling off of the edge and into the abyss. I would win her over, I had no other choice. I just hoped for both of our sakes that she would come willingly and quickly, it was only a matter of time before Lucifer picked up on something being wrong. I walked her back to my room. The only bedr
Lucas had been gone for hours, leaving me to the not so careful ministrations of Magda. The wart nosed witch who I had clobbered over the head with a candlestick. She was hunched forwards with a permanent hunchback and cloudy milky white eyes signalling that her eyesight was diminished with cataracts. She almost looked like she had taken a step out of a Greek mythology book and was actually one of the fabled grey sisters, who determined all living creatures fate. Perhaps she was, all myths derived from elements of truth. Any second now she was going to pull out a pair of rusty old scissors and cut my life cord into two. I held back a giggle at the thought. She had been most upset when she came round, threatening to place a curse on my first born child if I should so much as raise a finger to her again. As much as I had no intention of having a child at the current time, I wasn’t about to try my luck. And so, I allowed her to do what she needed to, trying to keep as much dist
The shock of Lucas' proximity and his hands on mine sent my body into overdrive. Every nerve ending was buzzing with electricity under his touch. The smell of wood smoke and citrus took over my senses, invading my mind, clouding my vision. My ears honed into the crackling of the fireplace, lulled by the soothing sound the room blurred out of focus and my mind was being transported to somewhere else. When my vision come back into focus, I was no longer in the stone room with Lucas, the Prince of Darkness. But rather I was in a large grassy clearing with the Lucas the boy. The sun was hovering just above the horizon, birds chirping in the trees, and the sound of crickets in the long grass around us. Small flies danced in the muggy air and a large bonfire stood in the centre of a ring of logs. Lilith was sat on the other side of the flames next to another woman with long black hair billowing out behind her in the gentle summer breeze. They chatted and laughed with each other, the sound
I felt like Lucas had kept himself distanced from me since our chat. Although he never said it, I knew that I was the reason behind his sudden absence. He was hoping that I would come around to his way of thinking, that I would accept our bond and that everything would return to the way it was when we were children. What Lucas didn’t understand is everything was different now. I was not the girl he remembered and he was certainly not the boy I remembered. When you are young, everything seems to easy, friendship, love even. But as adults it all becomes... messy. My feelings for Lucas confused me the most. In my heart I longed for Lucas, and had to hold myself from not just falling into his embrace. But in the back of my mind, the thought that what I was feeling for him was all a consequence of the blood vow kept me from doing just that. But there was another issue, I knew that out there, my natural mate still roamed the earth, living and breathing. And when I was near Lysande
I wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to Lucas’ words. I just watched in horror as the scene in front of me. The sight of blood everywhere. I couldn’t figure out what was more disturbing. The dead bodies and blood or the sight of Lucas, who had transformed into some monster. One thing we had not been taught at the academy was that demons could morph into another form like a werewolf. This was a little know fact, meaning that demons must have taken great pains to ensure that this fact didn’t get out. What did that mean for me? Was I now in danger having witnessed Lucas' transformation? Of course not, I pushed the uneasiness in my stomach down, I am after all half demon. His horns protruded from either side of his forehead, a dark angry open wound encircled both of them from where they broke through the skin, sticky blood dripping down his forehead. His face was unchanged except for his once ice blue eyes were now two black pits, the flicker of f
I had never been kissed before, so I had nothing to compare this experience too. For me, I couldn’t imagine how this feeling could get any better. Electricity danced between us, and the feeling of floating encompassed my body. I was caught between burning passion and the ice cold reality of who it was I was kissing. His mouth was gentle, and demanding all at the same time. His lips soft like velvet against my own. It was obvious that Lucas was not as naïve to the art of kissing as I was. His hand reached around and cupped my face, gently tilting my head back further so that he had better access to me. His thumb trailed down throat sending delicious shivers down my spine. His thumb stopped at the swell of my breast, my blood humming to his tune underneath my skin. My own hands were placed upon his chest, the feeling of strong muscles beneath may hand. I could feel his heart thumping against his rib cage. I moaned softly into his mouth, allowing him access to s