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Eighteen years ago... Damian's POV "Are you sure, boss? That's the baby?" "Yes, yes, that little girl holds more powers than anyone in our world to date." "How will you get her off of her parents?" "Her caregivers... those people aren't her parents," I tell Isaac. We are hidden well within the trees, watching my Lilith being pushed along in her stroller as her caregivers take her shopping. She, this tiny infant child, is the key to my success. Onyx led me here to her. Gave me an image of our future... This little girl will grow to wield such powers that she will be feared. She could wipe out whole packs with just a sheer click of those tiny little fingers. Unfortunately, she isn't my fated... not in this lifetime, but I've gotten rid of that problem. Or shall I say Onyx did? He killed her, hating the fact she cropped up out of nowhere... Celeste's insult. The girl was a mere wolf with no powers to support us with. She thinks she will have the last laugh, but I have
Lilith's POV Day Two The room is... dark, my heart thumping to its own rhythm as my mind races with every creak and every drip, wondering to the worse possible conclusion. Despite using my own fire orbs to light the place, no natural light filters in. I am below ground, the earthy wet smell confirming as much. Unlike before, I'm all alone. No one is out there for me to mind-link with. No one is there to keep me company. I try not to panic, and I try to concentrate on the room in front of me. The trickling water falls down the walls from seemingly nowhere. The damp smell and wet air that I'm breathing in. The mould spores growing fuzzy on the walls living fruititiously off of the damp. There are gouged marks on the wall beside my face, marks a younger version of myself made when I was being punished in much the same way as I am now. But back then, I didn't know life could be different. Back then, this was all I knew. The darkness before the light, before Damian's happiness
Khai's POV A whole day is what it takes Lucas to surface from wherever Damian had left him. Theo's furious, and I can understand why. We've been down here, and he's seemingly been god knows where doing god knows what whilst we starved and parched but as soon as the bunker door opens, I can smell the wolfsbane and Tiger-Lilly embedded within Lucas's blood. He reeks, and I won't deny that I gag, mostly because I remember being injected with the same shit. The memory of how it knocks you for six, taking your senses one by one before you fall unconscious for days or maybe even a week. It's a lethal potion for a wolf to carry, but Damian's never had a problem sourcing such things, mainly because he has witches versed in potions galore. They make them at his whim, and he uses them as if the supply is never-ending. "They drugged him..." I note, standing up from the bed I had chosen to use as my resting place. I walk purposely through the bunker, walking around the bucket we had u
Sixteen Years Ago Damian's POV My girl is two today, two years old and the cutest thing you would ever have imagined. Her little face is chubby at the cheeks, her lips are perfect, and her blonde hair falls in loose curls to her shoulders. She's the most perfect child one could wish for. When you look into her eyes, you wouldn't imagine she was merely a toddler. She's wise beyond her years, and her ability to communicate is beyond anything I could have imagined, but there lies the problem. I was going to allow her gifts to manifest after having a change of heart, of witnessing her save herself in that god-forsaken accident, but she is maturing too fast. Her ability to protect herself is a hindrance when I want to punish her, and her ability to have a tantrum and set alight the whole house has caused me to build three more. And now she can mind-link despite the fact she cannot talk fluently... I have to put a stop to her gifts. I must delay the inevitable, and that's wh
Theo's POVThe mate bond is made to guide you through life. Celeste binds two wolf souls with two mating human counterparts, so you never have to find someone to love. They are already out there waiting for the time that fate crosses your paths. I never thought I would have a mate. I thought for sure that I didn't have a fated because I was a hybrid human, wolf and witch. It would have made sense and been okay, but then Celeste had Lilith land on my packlands.Celeste, had me fall in love and mark and mate only for her to make me feel this way?It's the middle of the night, and despite being as tired as a wolf, I'm sitting in the tree on the no-mans land with Khai as we are watching from above. Damian's people are milling around in the distance, unaware they are even being watched. The night was going just as plainly as any other since she was taken. That was until my mark started to burn, like incessantly burn to the point of screaming fire licking through my veins. I tried to
Day Eight Lilith's POVI don't know much about mate bonds, but I do know we mark one another to solidify the bond and introduce each other's DNA to forge a new DNA. Damian never really taught us much about mate bonds. He never really mentioned it at all. But I do know that when Khai and Theo marked me, I felt nothing but happiness and a deep sense of belonging to them.Damian's mark is nothing like that, though. His mark brings me sadness and anger, and my blood is chilling within my veins as he sucks my blood from my body.I lay lifeless beneath him as he struggles to pull back and release me. It feels like I may die as if he's drinking my blood rather than marking my neck."Sir..." the distant sound of a male voice comes from the small door allowing filtered light throughout the room. The sight hurts my eyes and makes me squint as pain splices through my brain.Luckily, their voice breaks Damian's trance, helping him release me as I fall back into the mattress. "What?" Damian s
Khai's POVThe night descends over the trees drowning everything in a darkness that threatens to take my soul into the depths of hell that I've narrowly lived outside of the majority of my life. I've always hated the evening, the way the moon only gives enough light to be able to see muted colours of everything around me. The once vibrant greens and earthy browns, now dark shades of greys, fooling my very eyes of a different life at night.It reminds me of the days I was locked up in the bunkers working out my punishment in the dark. The things were so dark that I could only barely see the outlines and shadows of the bed frame and four solitary walls that would be my home.The shudder rolls through my whole being as I push those memories away again, and I move from one tree to another to distract myself from the darkened atmosphere around me.I've been waiting all evening for Alfredo to give me some sign that Lilith is okay. Our conversation the other day is playing on my mind, taki
Theseus's POV Swirling my hand in the fountain of sight, I summon the vision of my daughter, my only child in the sense of genetics. Lilith lays upon the bed I've seen her in more than a million times before whilst one of Celeste's creations feeds from her. I can feel her essence leaving her body. Feel her soul departing her being, and it's painful. I've never been disappointed in Celeste or her choice of creating wolves. That never mattered, but she has this one wolf, one being that isn't particularly thoroughbred. She calls him her moon-hound, and his name is Hati. And unfortunately, where he is concerned, I do hold malice. She refuses to rid his soul and believes he can redeem himself, but I don't see a way for him to do that. Celeste has long since participated in this reigning war between herself and this wolf she has created. He's a corrupt soul, feeding from the fear of others, taking their souls to prolong his life. He used to come back once every other life cycle,