It happened at the spur of the moment. It happened when the soft pale light from the moon illuminated the room. And exposed Bathal whose eyes were blank. The beast of black and white was seemingly staring off the distance. Pilak and Accashia — as well as Ursula. All of them, everyone was getting anxious. Not only that but everyone was tired. When the young woman with ginger hair raised her blade and stabbed the beast’s chest, it only happened because Bathal did not see Accashia coming. For there was an intrusive voice that was creating havoc in his lulled mind. His mind which had been silenced for years. His mind that had been seemingly trapped in a cage. Boxed. Trapped and lost. A voice so familiar — a voice which he had not heard in decades. ‘My love.’ A beautiful voice rang inside his core, pulling his heartstrings. And then a trace of golden hair flowed in his mind. The smell of a meadow after the rain filled his senses. Eyes as beautiful as dusk popped in his mind. And it rattl

Ursula swallowed against the dryness of her throat after hearing that her sister, Luntian, was alive. “She’s alive?” She asked, wide eyed and looked like she was about to faint for all the color in her face disappeared. She was pale before, now she’s as pale as a ghost. “You’re lying, that woman couldn’t have survived! I slashed her throat, I saw her bleed!” Accashia’s face becomes stiff, then it softens just a bit after hearing the desperation in Ursula’s voice. “Did I stutter when I said that Luntian is alive?” She moved closer to the witch, the fear in her heart disappeared for their situation had completely switched. Accashia tilted her head to the side, and with every move, with every step it made the Witch’s heartbeat erratic. The Witch’s flight or fight response came alive, for she knew that she had to be witty in order to survive. “A strong Sorceress once told me that lying is a sin. And now — she’s whispering to my ear that your future is grim.” The Wicked Witch shook her he

The dawning sun shed a little spark of light into the dark Castle. And yet, the darkness in everyone’s eyes wallowed. All of them stared at the Wicked Witch and the Shadow of the eye that loomed on top of her head. The eye of Abbadon was painted with swathes of gold, brown and copper. “One hour… an hour and your son dies along with this woman, son of Banaua. Unless…” ‘Unless what?’ Bathal asked himself as he took in a deep breath, the sharp tang of iron and faint scent of acid fumes filling his nostrils. The mixed scent of blood and poison. A harsh and cold wind was blowing in contrast with the warm light from the sun. It ruffled their hair, the wind so sharp that it made small cuts on their skin. Acashia had to cover Calleb to protect her mate from becoming wounded. Covering him from even more damage before it could be inflicted. It made the King turn his head towards his son, then turned his line of sight back to the Golden eye. Abbadon the first demon had his own twisted way of

Bathal was standing in the open room, nothing more than pillars and walls around an open roof, the sunlight pouring down, casting in the chamber in a soft, golden light. The battle destroyed everything, ruining the West Wing. As he looked down, he realized that there was a glowing radiance. And the source of the light did not come from the sun. There was a woman standing in the middle of the chamber, smiling and crying. The shadows behind her were chains from the ruler of the Underworld, saying that her soul is about to be delivered to the judges. It was the messenger of the Spirit of the Ram. In the folds of the Shadows and chains, nothing could be seen but her beautiful face. Her soft features and the ethereal glow on her golden hair. Yet, he had known, perhaps instinctively, not because of her presence. But it was the soul of his mate. “Galathea?” Bathal’s voice wavered, at the sight of his mate’s soul. Being beyond grateful was an understatement, he was so grateful that he wa

Luntian leads Bathal and Accashia towards the room where the sleeping Prince was kept safe. A few Beta’s and Omega’s lurked around the Castle, fixing the interiors and fixtures. All needed to be done to bring the ruined Castle back to its glory. The sound of nails and hammer hitting and banging against the wall resounded as Luntian closed the door of Calleb and Accashia’s chamber. Bathal, who was standing next to Accashia, told the Shaman to lock the door, to make sure that no one sees them. Even though his influence is scattered throughout the Castle and its borders, it does not mean that everyone is on their side. A King can never be too complacent, Bathal learned that the hard way. “It’s locked.” The Shaman announced with satisfaction in her eyes. Once they were free to move, the old woman foisted something from her pocket. A mixture of minerals, and once she’s satisfied with the ingredients on her hand, the old Shaman crushed them with their bare hands. She turned them into powe