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“Oh, you want me to go deep, do you, Cal?” Seth teased, raising his eyebrows at me suggestively and I rolled my eyes at him as a prickle raced along my skin. “Stop flirting with me, asshole,” I joked, shoving him so that he almost fell out of my lap. “Stop smiling so much when I do then,” he replied, giving me a dirty grin as he settled himself back in over my crotch.
“You’ll fall from grace. You won’t get backing for the throne. The papers will rip you apart. Seizing power is pointless if no one in the kingdom will work for you and help you rule the entirety of Solaria. Are you willing to lose your chance at that because of him?”
“Alpha,” he growled to no one in particular and I snorted a laugh. “You know you’re talking out loud, right?” I muttered and he blinked, turning to me in surprise. “Werewolf,” he breathed, and I couldn’t help but laugh again. “Pretty.” “You’ve been reduced to single words,” I pointed out. “Maybe you should ask her out after the match.” “Yeah,” he agreed, blinking out of his stupor. “Maybe I should.”
“We’re going to fucking fix this, Darius,” he swore. “Orion’s going to find a way and by the time he does, she won’t be able to deny her heart anymore. You’ll have proved to her exactly the kind of man you are and the kind you can be for her and then-”
“I’m going to do everything I can to make things right between me and her because she deserves that much. She deserves to know how much I care about her even if she can’t ever be mine. I don’t want her thinking the man the stars chose for her was nothing but a monster. But I am a monster all the same. And no matter how much I make up for, that isn’t going to change. There’s darkness in me that will never find the light. So she’s better off away from me anyway.”
I may have held darkness within my flesh, but I refused to be ruled by it ever again.
“Let’s play chicken with the stars. We sit here and let them do their worst to tear us apart. The first one to get out of this seat wins.”
“I’m going to look after you,” I growled, leaving no room for negotiation. “So just let me.”
Roxy Vega might never be mine, but sometimes I found I didn’t mind pining for her as much as I should have.
He was a low level air Elemental, but he should have been progressing more than he had.
I hadn’t just been shocked that he’d made it this far, I’d been fucking astounded.
That someone, some asshole had recorded us together. But who? And how? I thought of my missing Atlas, and everything started to slot together. The message from Orion…the library…the archives. Someone had known. Someone had set us up.
Kipling
He was the oldest brother of three and was the one I dealt with most. With my constant issues with the press, admirers, straight up stalkers and so on, we spoke pretty damn regularly. He was only in his late twenties but something about him made him seem so much older, like his soul had seen and done so many things that it had lost all the lustre of youth too young.
“Miss Major, you presented this Atlas to the FIB on March twenty third, is that correct?”
And deep down, I think that a girl who the stars chose to be your perfect match must really want a badass kind of gesture over chocolate hearts and flowers. So, I say we go kick the little gangster’s ass for what he did to her, and you can cut off his balls and put them in a box for her…or just take a photo, whatever you think she’d like best.”
“What do you want from me? Isn’t my pain enough? Don’t you have your pound of flesh yet?”
“I never wanted this,” he said earnestly, shaking his head. “Screw you!” I shouted, making my lungs raw. “You tortured me and Lance. So get out of my sight or I’ll bring this whole storm down on your head.”
Gabriel’s grip on my hand was so tight that it was bruising, and I could feel a tremor running through his limbs as he finally found out who he was. His mother was our mother. He was our blood. Our brother.
Giving birth to a baby boy she named Gabriel as she placed a loving kiss on his head. We saw her running around the halls of her home with him, doting on him, playing with him, loving him with such clear intensity that it made my heart ache to watch it and tears spill down my cheeks.
We watched as she introduced a four-year-old Gabriel to the Savage King and the man who had made our entire kingdom tremble in fear smiled with all the warmth of the sun. He took him in without question, played with him, taught him to ride a horse and took him flying in the sky on his back when he shifted into his Hydra form.
Our mother and the Savage King were in their bedroom, standing by a hidden door at the back of the room as Astrum grasped a seven-year-old Gabriel’s shoulders and listened to what they had to say. “You have to make sure no one can find him,” our mother insisted as tears tracked down her face. “You have to block his memories and his gifts too. He can’t come into The Sight until the danger has passed or he’ll be found.”
“If you even attempt to wield it, you will die,” the King snarled, looking every part as savage as his reputation. “It’s not for you. It’s for my children. Hide it. Hide it well and scour it from your memory.”
“You can’t ever let Gabriel, or the girls know who is keeping them safe,” our mother sniffed. “If they find out who you are while you’re still alive, fate will twist, and they’ll be killed. I’ve seen it. They can never find out-”
My heart froze into a solid lump in my chest as Lionel Acrux strode into the room and our mother fell still, her face written with shock. “You,” she gasped as she stared at him in utter horror, and I could tell that her visions hadn’t shown her this. “I thought you were our friend, I thought-” “That’s where you went wrong, my Queen,”
“Nobody fucks with my girl and gets away with it,” he growled, his lips brushing my ear for a moment and making me shiver.
First, there was Roary Night, a Lion shifter from Alestria who had an invisible army in Darkmore called the Shades.
Next, there was Ethan Shadowbrook, a Werewolf and leader of the cutthroat Lunar Brotherhood gang in here. He also happened to run my cell block, which meant I was on his radar fucking constantly. His nemesis, Amira Kumari, was the Alpha to the rival Wolf pack of the Oscura Clan.
Then there was Gustard La Ghast, a flat out psycho who ran a group of unFae fuckers who claimed their power sickeningly by flouting the Way of the Fae and fighting opponents ten on one.
Lastly, there was Sin Wilder. He wasn’t a leader of this place in the same way as the others were. He didn’t rule intentionally, he ruled because he was a strong motherfucker who was as insane as they came.
Ethan Shadowbrook had decided how he felt about me within a week of me entering Darkmore after I’d beaten the life out of anyone who had made so much as a passing remark about Darcy. He’d announced I was too pretty to be a pervert and it was obvious I was in love with her.
“The Imperial Star,” she breathed, and my heart jolted sickeningly. “It’s a myth,” I shot back immediately, but the fervour in her gaze made me doubt it. As if they had some proof I wasn’t aware of.
a chalice.
There was one thing most versions of the story generally agreed on, and that was that the star held a gift to make its possessor invulnerable to magical attacks.
Dante’s CHALICE.
Diego was keeping so close to me that he kept bumping against my back and I was half tempted to tell him to just wait outside.
I think hat boy set her up… and this is a trap and he shows he’s a nymph
A Nymph stormed out from the trees behind her, slicing its probes into the back of her neck and lifting its arm so she was suspended off the ground, her legs kicking and wheeling as she screamed. My heart beat wildly in shock as I ran forward, aiming my hands at her, unsure what the hell that creature was doing, but I was sure as shit going to take advantage of it.
The Nymph took a step away from me, bowing its head submissively and my heart trembled in my chest as I stared at it, fire swarming around my hands as I tried to figure out what it was doing.
“Then tell me who you love.” He walked away from me as I frowned at the question, the shadows wild and seething beneath my skin.
“A girl with blue hair,” I breathed as the echoes of memories stirred within my heart. “And a man with a dark soul.”
