Malleteagan’s POVThersar looked as if he was in the same thrill that Kandreah was a few moments ago. I forgot that he is a necromancer fae elder, too. A few vampires sent to pass the pavement waved to us from the other side. They seemed safe and sound. As soon as they passed, smoke on the pavement ebbed, pentagrams reshuffled to their initial, indecipherable position on pavement and fire and flames of pentagram dimmed and disappeared. We would be in the dark again if Thersar hadn’t provided us with the flame from his fingers. Kandreah got back to his…well…I wouldn’t say normal…but to his usual self. “Those are necromancy spikes on the walls. They suck the life away from the victim and the victim’s soul. They can’t do anything to vampiric faes as we are undead, but we are also not alive technically. Smoke is the essence of the living souls, their life hopes and dreams that were harvested along with their lives. If a living soul passes throughout, pavement slabs activate the walls; wa

Meena’s POV Something’s wrong. I felt the strong call of the mate bond and overpowered Aralyn for control. My mate is unwell. Aralyn rightfully holds a grudge against him. She was the one who suffered most by his hand when I still wasn’t awakened. Marcellus and I did have some fallouts, don’t get me wrong. Especially during those times when he used telepathic abilities to torture her. But unlike Aralyn, I could understand the reasons for his bitterness, to an extent, I guess. The fact that he projected his thoughts, memories and emotions to us speaks volumes. I understood that he went through a lot. And many of his wrongdoings and plight are linked to our maternal family. That does not justify what he did, not at all, but gives some reason and explanation for his behaviour. Unlike Aralyn, I can see beyond his past wrongdoings. I can see that he, in the end, changed the course of his actions and tried to right his wrongs. I can see beyond the bitter, revenge-seeking, lonely boy who

Kandreah’s POV We haven’t yet passed the Mortherra, the bridge between Morsburg and Waltherra. No, more precisely, we haven’t moved an inch from where we were after Morsanctu was defeated. We are seriously struggling to advance as Azabrahs are wreaking havoc amongst our soldiers without even laying a finger on our fighting forces. Thersar, Malleteagan and I merged our powers to make a protective cloak around us, Nexelex and ranked warriors of our allied forces. If it were any different situation than this, I would say that our cloak was spectacular, merging Thersar’s dark magic and mine, together with Malletegan moonlight haze tendrils of power in one magnificent armour. However, there was no time for gloating and admiring the armour. Our low-ranked warriors were taking the greatest brunt of Azabrah’s silent and motionless attack. The four of us stood there in what would seem as a stoic and static observation of Azabrah's clash with our warriors. But we were actually assessing and st

Malleteagan‘s POV We are all knackered. I am as well, although I didn’t want to show it to my warriors as I need their focus and thirst for fighting and winning in check. It seems that we are slaughtering this fucking reptiles for eternity. And the more we kill them, the more of them seem to come in bouts surrounding and suffocating us. After hours of clashing with pterofidies, we finally managed to enter the Waltherra city and encampment. And then, out of nowhere, hordes of diverse ghouls, beasts and demons seethed through the length and breadth of Waltherra. We were surrounded by the rumble of beasts of different sizes, breeds and skills who were riotously advancing in the blink of an eye, thirst for blood and murder written all over their faces. “Strike!!! Now!!!” I commanded Lycans via mind link with urgency. “Charge”, Thersar, Nexelex and Kandreah followed my lead with the roars to their warriors, which broke out through tumult of shouting, hissing and screaming rumpus and com

Noosha’s POV I am looking at Conrad in downright disbelief. If the bell-end weren’t as sexy as he is, I would kill him on sight. He let Marcellus, that little dickhead run away. He slipped out of my claws again. “Conrad, tell me, why should I spare your life? I have left you for just a few seconds with trull’s spawn, and he escaped from you! You are a fucking joke!” I gritted through my teeth as I pinched the bridge of my nose, breathing in and out to calm my nerves. I cannot afford to lose my cool now. Because of the agenda, Yordanreen and all the other things I invested into this bigger-than-a-life plan. Too many things are at stake here, and I need as much of a loyal fight force as possible to get rid of the dirty old bastard who sits on the throne of Wengarthria. So, Conrad is as sharp as a marble, but hey…he is a good fighter and a great shag. So, although I can imagine myself shredding him into pieces with my magic for letting Marcellus run away, I need to find as much self-c