In a world where prophecies dictate fate, four unsuspecting teenagers are drawn together by an ancient promise. Mira, Braze, Kian, and Xen lead seemingly ordinary lives on Earth, unaware of their true identities and a mission that spans dimensions. But as they uncover their shared destiny, secrets unravel, and loyalties are tested. The discovery of a mythical weapon becomes a catalyst for a perilous journey, and the ultimate choice awaits: friendship or clan, love or sacrifice. Unveil the mysteries, confront the Watchers, and explore the power within in this thrilling tale of destiny, deception, and the battle for Earth's and Chemora's future.
Mira's POV: A sneak peek into the Future
It was such a dark night that even the moonlight felt heavy over my shoulder blades.
I was in my new school uniform. Blood dripped from various pores, staining the white and maroon dress. I quickly pulled out the black cloak from my bag and flipped it over my head and school bag.
The street was as empty as my soul, and it seemed like it would be a struggle for me to get a ride.
I pulled out my phone from my pocket.
I tried pressing on the cracked and shattered screen repeatedly, but as expected, without success. It hadn't blacked out but was useless. It was a miracle I still had it in my pocket in that form and had not completely lost it after what I had been through that night.
Just then, I saw a taxi coming right in my direction. Possibly the luckiest event in my history
The driver jerked into a stop as I came right in front of it.
"Damn it, girl... If you are suicidal, go somewhere else to die."
I gave him a look that I knew he would never forget.
" Nah! I'm not willing to die yet. I just need a ride."
I flung myself inside the back seat and closed the door tightly.
"Where to? I mean the address? He asked. I guess I should have given him a head start. That might have been a mistake.
"Straight to the eastern cemetery."
He didn't look back at me for the rest of the ride. And the moment we reached the cemetery, he could barely wait to see me leave. He didn't even wait to take the money for the ride. He just left. Quite perplexed, to my amusement.
The guard was fast asleep when I jumped inside the walls of the cemetery.
They should be waiting.
The three Musketeers in my life It didn't matter if I loved them or hated them; it seemed like we were stuck together for eternity. Such was our destiny.
As I walked, I could feel the charge in the air, which could only mean that the boys were just getting started with their prey.
Braze, Kian, and Xen Every girl's desire, every boy's envy
"Mira, you are late."
Braze said with a voice that was grumpy, and he didn't even look at me. His eyes were fixed on the silhouette that he had pinned to thin air.
"Did you have to visit Chemora again? It was Kian who asked, but he didn't wait to hear my answer. He had to fling himself forward to restrain the silhouette, which was now taking on a gigantic shape.
"Let her breathe, you guys. Can't you see she looks exhausted already? Let's wrap this one up by ourselves tonight. Mira, you can stand aside and guide us if we cannot do it right. "
With that, Xen jumped into the action.
The silhouette was obviously too powerful for them. It was dragging the three of them along all at once.
The silhouette was actually the distorted soul of a dark mage. A shifter mage, to be precise. They escape into our planet Earth from their own world, called Chemora.
When they take human form, the darkness in them amplifies and manifests itself. It takes complete control over their soul. These dark mages are engaged in spreading corruption across our planet. Though I am not sure if we can really call it 'our earth', You see, all four of us were born in Chemora.
So, let's get back to the topic of the dark mages. The problem with their intensified darkness was that, even after getting killed, their souls lingered behind and formed a shell around it, like a ghost. As if forming its own entity. And these forms wreaked havoc on the common folks. It threatened to expose the secret of the world where we came from.
But that is another story.
Before going into that narration, let me try telling you about the dynamics that I shared with the boys only a couple of years ago.
Phew! My life was so different.
Hold on; before we go back to the present, where my life was nothing less than normal, let me take you where it all began.
***in the other world***
Somewhere in the Past
He was running with a blade hidden under his cloak.
He was running as his feet left footsteps behind, inked by the blood that dripped from that blade.
His purple eyes were looking everywhere. He was looking for an exit. He was looking for a door to get the hell out of that hell.
His handsome forehead was sweating profusely. The wound on his head was still fresh, and blood was trickling down from the back of his ears.
He closed his eyes as his ears trembled with the piercing scream of his wife.
She was being murdered. I beg your pardon; murder would be a very civilized word to describe what she was facing. She was being butchered.
But he did not go back to her.
He had something wrapped under his cloak that he was holding with his other hand. He was holding that warm bundle very tight. And as the screams of his wife finally started fading, he held that bundle even tighter with all his might.
He somehow managed to break into a gallop despite his legs trembling.
When he was almost at a dead end, he heard footsteps drawing very close to where they were.
He touched the solid stone walls with his hands and tapped them as if expecting a magical door to open and get him out of there, but nothing was happening.
The footsteps kept getting closer and closer. And his heart seemed like it would jump out of his chest.
Just then, the little bundle in his hand moved. His eyes shot out in panic.
"! Shhhhh! He tried rocking it back to sleep, afraid that its cries would be the death knell for him.
But the baby was unable to understand what the situation demanded. It let out a shrieking yell for its mother, probably because it was hungry.
He tried to silence the baby with his other hand as the blade fell to the ground. He pressed hard so that he could muffle the sound of its cries and ducked under the piles of wooden tables that lay in the corner.
But he could see that there was no denying the inevitable. He gagged the baby with a piece of cloth that he tore from his cloak.
He placed it on the solid, cold floor. Then, after sparing it one last glance, he ran towards the footsteps.
"Stop running here and there. What you are looking for is right here. Come and get me if you can, cowards... "
And with that, he ran.
He ran in the opposite direction, far away from where he had left the helpless child.
At first, the baby was moving its hands and feet desperately. At least it was trying to, but the swaddle was too tight. It couldn't even kick properly. Its eyes shot open. They grew wider and wider as the child tried to gasp for air. But there was no relief. Its efforts only made it more and more scary.
After a few more minutes, its hands and legs dropped. Its breathing gradually slowed down to a point where it could no longer be heard.
The clouds in the sky outside darkened. So dark, one might assume that there was an eclipse. Even the winds blowing outside changed their course.
The clouds started gathering at one particular point. Thunder clouds rumbled and grumbled as they hovered over the stone house.
It started raining as the smell of wet soil filled the air, along with the coppery scent of blood everywhere.
At that very moment, a bright flash of dazzling white light fell on the same spot where the baby was.
The man stopped in his tracks as the deafening clap of thunder followed the lighting on that spot.
He watched as the stones caught fire.
He watched as others shook with the mere intensity of the incident.
He, however, stood there, unhinged, with his hands over his hips.
His purple iris turned orange and yellow as the flames slowly leapt out. The entire place was starting to get consumed. The air was rapidly filling with smoke.
He watched the tongues of the fire dance up towards the heavens with his mouth wide open, and then suddenly he began to laugh.
He began to guffaw as he held his stomach like a lunatic as he sat down on the spot.
He howled in laughter as he saw his pursuers run hither and thither. His cackles got louder as he reclined in his spot to get a better view of the destruction.
He laughed as if he were watching a play that was being performed.
"We did it. We did it."
He looked too amused as he clapped with his hands up in the air, pointing towards heaven. His hair slowly got covered with the flying ashes as he laughed his heart out like a mad man.
Mia always knew she was as ordinary as a girl could be living a life of bliss along with her mother untill the day she died. On her death bed her mother let her know that she was the illegitimate daughter of the ruling Wolf Clan king of the East. But that was not the end of it all.The curse that was chasing her was because of the baby she was carrying in her womb from her husband about whom she knew very little, except the fact that he worked at the Wolf embassy in the mortal world. Something was not right. The curse could only be evoked if there was any illegal 'blood-ties' formed between the Wolf Clan of the East and Fox Clan of the West. Scared, alone, afraid and running from inevitable doom, the only logical conclusion her mind could come to was that, her wolf was infact a fox in wolf's hide.
He wished to burn in front of her throne, His heart craved only her poison. *** Ryan Bane was the Alpha who was left with only two surviving members from his ancient pack . He consented to be the adopted son of the Mafia king as he resembled his dead father and also because he needed to blend into the twenty first century. He was ruthless, he was fierce, a rogue womanizing machine. *** Sherry was a child with a very disturbing past. She lived beside the dump yard with her dying father. *** One fated night the two meet again after what would be centuries. Ryan starts walking down the same path that he had sworn never to tread again. Towards that poison ivy which had caused the downfall of his entire empire.
She was supposed to be just a pawn in the games of throne that I played. A nanny for my Damian and perhaps also a little entertainment in my bedchamber as well. Why then did I have to risk it all for her sake? Why then was I willing to take a second chance? She was just a human. I had not felt this way even for my queen, a mighty dragon. *** Draco was a ruthless Dragon King who only cared about power and position. He and Liana were no match. The only thing connecting them was Damian. Damian was Draco's son from his deceased wife, Kiara. And he happened to slip down to the mortal human world. There he was being raised by Liana who saw him as her own son. Things turn difficult when Lucian, Draco's brother start developing feelings towards Liana just like he had for Kiara, in his heart.
"What happens when the person you were waiting for so long ends up belonging to someone else? " Whom would you blame? .... Peter is the youngest son of Xavier Richards and Suzan Richards. He was born with not a silver but a golden spoon in his mouth. He grew up with a broken heart and loads of emotional burdens. ....... Teresa was an orphan. She suffered innumerable physical traumas. Abuse. But that could never dampen her golden soul. ..... The two that were meant to compliment eachother were pulled close and then apart time and again by the twist of fate...taking us on a journey of a love story that was unconventional.... Controversial. A rich heir... A billionaire... Falling for a mere homeless maid.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
Five years ago, Alessia La Rosa's life took a drastic turn when, suffering from memory loss, she wed to Dominic Carter under her grandfather's mysterious arrangement. But their marriage was a facade, bringing her only humiliation and heartache as Dominic showed no love, and she couldn't conceive. Upon discovering Dominic's infidelity, Alessia sought liberation through divorce. Yet, fate had more in store for her. Five years later, spurred by an anonymous email hinting at her lost child's whereabouts, she returns to the city with her twin babies in tow, determined to uncover the truth. As she navigates the tangled web of her past, a surprising twist awaits. Dominic, upon meeting her again, finds himself drawn to the woman she has become, unaware of her true identity as his former wife. Little does he know, the woman he's falling for is not only his ex-wife but also a powerful Doctor and Master Hacker.
Three years of marriage couldn't melt Theo's frozen heart. When an art gallery collapsed on Lena, he was off romancing another woman—lavishing her with a private jet. Three steel pins held Lena's shoulder together, but her heart remained broken. She filed for divorce and told everyone that he was impotent. Rising from the rubble, Lena blazed onto the design world's A‑list. She expected him to sail off with his true love—until Theo reappeared at her runway, pressing her against the wall. "Impotent, huh? Care to give it a try?"
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.