“You tricked me into it, you fooled me!” Accashia screamed like a deranged woman. Not because of anger, but because of guilt. Because whatever the Witch had thrown at her were all true. “You’re the one who tricked me and you’re the one who killed Luntian! You're the one who is guilty!” Calleb watched and witnessed first hand how the young lady ran towards the Wicked Witch’s direction. Everything happened in slow motion, like fire burning slowly and embers were dancing on the bonfire. Accashia’s eyes burnt with anger, and yet — the Wicked witch had a cold smile on her face. “Oh, Accashia… you’re as guilty as a rat. And I see it in your eyes. For that — you die, along with your mate!” There was a loud chiming sound and then the Wicked Witch flexed. With a resounding crack, she slammed her staff against the ground and fire began to combust on the dry, withered grass. The Wicked Witch vanishes from the gate as she lets out a loud cackle and only embers of the fire remain. Flicking, disa
Accashia knew she had to do something but what could she do? The young lady glanced around fitfully, looking for something – anything – that could help. “Mother — no!” Accashia screamed — a cold voice ringing on Calleb’s ears — seemingly scraping and piercing against his eardrums painfully when the blade pierced Ember’s soul and released her from the spell. But when she was released from the spell — her soul disappeared as well.. Accashia placed her finger against her mouth — trying to hush the raging anger and regret inside of her. “Mama!” The young lady cried out loud. “Mama, I’m sorry — I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!” Calleb watched as Ember’s soul disappeared into nothing. The bones that had protected and shelled the soul had already fallen on the ground. A part of him thought that it would all be over; that Accashia had successfully aimed the blade towards the Wicked Witch’s heart. Never did he imagine that the witch would stoop so low to shield herself with such a fragile soul.
The young lady barely escaped death with her mate. Everything happened so fast that Accashia could still feel her fingers, toes and cheeks tingle, a sensation that was foreign to her. She pulled a kind of strength inside of her that the young woman thought was never possible. She has a gift. A power that was bestowed upon her by the Goddess of the moon. She felt a ring on her ears as the vines protruded and shot up from the ground. Dried vines with thorns appeared from the earth on her command. “I am Accashia Corbok, mate of Calleb Shaldan and I will not let you hurt him! Now, let go!” The thorny vines latched at the arms, legs and snout of the beast, preventing him from doing any more harm to her and Calleb. After she saw the opportunity — the chance to escape, Accashia did not think twice and ran towards her mate, wishing that the vines were strong enough to hold the large beast. And she did. She managed to grab a hold of him. But when she turned towards the Witch and the beast’
The rain stopped and soon the beast could pick up trails of different types of scents. The beast was walking on all fours against the muddy ground, sniffing and making sense of the nearest scent he could pick up. He picked up something familiar... a scent that is similar to a flower and the wolf's eyes glimmered and glowed against the darkness. It's the scent of his late mate, Galathea. He rushed and followed the trails and remnants of the scent, feeling a different sense of urgency when the scent of his destiny mixed with a blood that was foreign, diluted and was contaminated with blood that smells pungent. And then there was a scent that was familiar. The scent is familiar to his father. He smelled of the morning dew and the forest after the rain stopped pouring and had settled. He smelled of Earth and faint flowers, like Sandalwood. The beast of black and white howled when he felt an invisible force dragging him somewhere. Back into the darkness, back into the cage. He tried to
Accashia’s eyes roll on the back of her head as Calleb continues to lick her clit, making the young woman see stars. “Calleb.” Accashia licked her dry lips, arching her back again when Calleb’s tongue lapped on that spot. ‘Too good.’ She thought. She can't exactly explain what it felt like. But it feels like light electricity’s walking and tickling her whole body, making her shiver. She felt like she was on cloudnine. One word could describe was she was feeling. And it was Euphoria. “Accashia.” Was Calleb’s sweet words, his lips grazing against her skin. Shivers coursed throughout her body, small bumps rose with each caress of his fingers. “Does it feel good?” The young woman bit her lip and looked down between her legs. “Yes.” Was her shy reply, releasing a word undisguinshable under her breath. Calleb huffed then smirked. He crawled up to Accashia until his hot breath was against her cheek. Then a sinful tongue began to lick her neck up, until their lips connected. Accashia moan
It was a cold and dry morning at the Valley of Karoonah. Some folks were up, while some were still resting in their Cabina. However, for the powerful Sorceress, the morning began in a rather grim and odd manner. For her dream was so dark, that she fell off her bed and her body shivered. She dreamt that her only friend died in a tragic death, slit by the throat and was flung to the air — and was crying as she took her final breath. ‘Luntian.’ She heard the name of the black Shaman, recoiling and repeating in her mind in a rhythm. After doing her morning ritual, Mayari Tabbu immediately went to the room where she does her magic. The Sorceress grabbed the bowl full of powdered minerals, an ash-like substance infused with zirconium, potassium nitrate and charcoal. She grabbed a handful of the black ash, slightly opening the palm of her hand. Mayari Tabbu lets the ashes fall on the ground as she turns, creating a perfect circle in the floor. As she felt the ashes against the palm of her
When Calleb woke up he was hot and sticky all over. His long silver hair was sticking on his back and forehead. Not only that, but the young man wondered why he felt so lightheaded. It wasn’t the first time he bedded Accashia, but when he woke up the day after he never felt this kind of sheer uncomfortable feeling. It usually isn't this hot, however, it's not only him whose temperature has skyrocketed. Accashia’s body was shivering, and her face was contorted and was obviously in pain. Calleb quickly leaned closer, and then gently removed the hair that was covering the bite mark he gave to months ago. He groaned, slammed his fist against the ground and created a hole and crack. The young man felt immense frustration, for he doesn’t know what’s happening with the mark on Accashia’s nape. Before the mark was fading away, but now the veins on her back were visible, throbbing. The scar looked odd, like Accashia’s flesh was moving, as if something was crawling and clawing her from the in
His touch and kisses were so rough and good that it will surely leave marks tomorrow. If it wasn't for the clothes between them, for sure there will be bruises and bitemarks all over her body. ‘How many days have we been doing this?’ ‘How many days have passed since then?’ She can hear herself screaming on the inside as she lets the pleasure play in all of her being. Accashia was in the middle of cooking rabbit stew when Calleb suddenly pulled her in for a kiss. And now, this. She just made love with the man on top of her, yet it feels like they've just met each other and the heat that was enveloping the two of them was hot enough that Accashia felt like her whole body was on fire. When they first met, she never thought she’d be this comfortable around Calleb. Hack, she was never even this comfortable with anyone. Calleb was her first. From the start she has been addicted to a different type of heat in the form of the man on top of her. Their loving exchange of kisses and whisp