The darkness slowly crept through my veins. I could feel it. Every inch it consumed, it burned. The agony of the storm raging within my body was debilitating. My senses dulled, overtaken by the pain coursing through every part of my being. Each breath was not without torment. And each moment felt like a lifetime. My mind filled with a cacophony of thoughts, some my own and some were that of my brothers. The bond, mercilessly forcing us to bear not just our own anguish but also each other's. Knees buckling, I fall to the ground but my eyes never leave her. My mate. My light. My Klara.
How such a little thing could tame three of the fiercest beasts to have ever roamed this Earth will always remain a mystery. But tame us she did. She taught our wretched hearts to love. To care. The hope of redemption that had always eluded us did not seem impossible anymore. With her by our side, we shined. How could we not? She was our sun.
Our little light.
A pained howl pierced the cold silence of the wretched night. Turning towards the tortured sound, I saw Erik in half-lycan form. His hands and feet had transformed into claws and parts of his body was covered in fur. Unable to stand steady on his feet, he swayed dangerously. The growling sounds from his mouth was a mix of animal and human, showing the conflict happening within.
Even without a second look, I understood the struggle he was under. My own lycan was prepared to rip out of my skin.
It won't be long now.
As her breathing slows and her life begins to fade, we will no longer be able to control it. Once the bond breaks, so will our humanity. The lucky souls are the ones that pass soon after their beloved has breathed their last. But my brothers and I will never know such mercy. The Goddess saw to that when she condemned us to forever walk this accursed land.
A surge of hate filled my heart at the thought of how all the events had finally led us here. Here, in the dead of the night and in the middle of the woods, with our mate dying on the forest floor.
To my right, was Finn. My youngest brother who I had always protected and looked out for since we were pups. My heart clenched at the sight of him now. His face contorted in agony as he ripped out a handful of fur from his head. With claws digging into his skull and blood dripping down the side of his face, Finn looked nothing like himself. In the place of the strong, stoic warrior, stood a desperate man.
But at this point we were all desperate.
My state of despair was broken when I heard a voice call over the wind. Ears twitching involuntarily, I tried hard to focus but the sheer pain had compromised my senses, leaving me vulnerable and weak.
My body shuddered with effort as a hand reached out suddenly, forcing me to look up. The hand under my chin, though feminine, felt rough and wrong against my skin. It did not feel like her...my mate.
Hackles rising in defence, a warning growl left my lips. Even with death at my door, I would not fail to protect my mate and brothers.
"Magnus! Magnus ! Can you hear me ? It's me...Agna"
Gripping onto the arms now shaking my shoulders, I tried hard to concentrate. But it felt like I was somewhere underwater. The more I tried to hold on, the more I drowned.
"Agna? Is-Is that you? What.. kept you?" My own voice sounded foreign to my ears. Hoarse, rugged and just above a whisper.
"Calm down Magnus. It took a while to do the spell." Her eyes narrowed, carefully scrutinising my haggard form before turning around to observe my brothers.
She clicked her tongue, seemingly in frustration. "It looks like you are all running out of time."
Taking in a deep breath, I watched as she closed her eyes and placed her rough hand on my forehead. Her strong voice carried through the woods, the words, though indecipherable in my current state, sounded very much like an incantation.
An unnatural breeze seemed to surround us in its embrace, drawing yet another shudder from me as it strengthened my failing body. It took a moment to discern reality from the spiralling pit of darkness but the overpowering fog in my head was slowly beginning to fade. Things appeared much sharper. And although the pain was ever present, it was tolerable.
Giving the witch a grateful look, I quickly crawled to my mate's side and gently took her head onto my lap, staring down at the face of my saviour. The one who had rescued me from a lifetime of pain and misery.
Struggling against the powerful surge of emotions that threatened to suffocate me, I shot at the witch standing beside us, praying that she had the answers.
"Were you successful? Can she be saved?"
Although a part of me wanted to threaten violence and give her no choice but to save my mate, I knew I had to be calm. Witches were unpredictable and dangerous. And Agna was one of the strongest witches I had ever known. Threatening her would do more harm than good.
"It's complicated Magnus."
"I DON'T CARE !" The roar seemed to echo through the trees menacingly. Raising my eyes, I could see that she was afraid even if she hadn't moved an inch from where she was standing. I had to respect her for that. Between my brothers, I was not known for kindness nor understanding. Certainly not at a time when my world was so close to crumbling.
After a moment of silence, Agna continued, her voice now taking on a tentative tone. "Magnus, what you seek is dangerous. You must understand that something like this has never been done before. So, I cannot foretell the consequences of such a spell. However, I am certain of one thing...."
She fixed me with her piercing gaze, her dark eyes glimmering eerily in the night. "...Going against the Goddess will not end well and the power required to pull a soul that she has claimed does not exist in this world. It has to be called forth from the darkness it dwells..."
Pausing, she glanced around the trees, a hint of nervousness betraying her fear briefly before it vanished.
"...and even if we are successful, only her wolf can be saved. Your mate still dies tonight and you three live on. You realize this don't you?"
Her tone and demeanour conveyed the deadly gravity of the situation but I honestly couldn't care. My heart refused to willingly abandon my Klara to her fate and all because the Moon Goddess wanted to quench her thirst for vengeance. No! No one would take my mate from me. No matter the cost! Gritting my teeth to keep from snarling, I glared at the witch.
"Understand this. I will not lose the one good thing that my brothers and I have to the whims of that hateful Goddess. I will not allow it! My mate has done nothing wrong to deserve such an end! I will see her and hold her once again. Even if I have to wait another thousand years for it!"
Agna said nothing but observed the scene solemnly. The woods seemed to mimic her silence as it remained deathly still, likely in trepidation of the events that were yet to unfold under its starless sky.
"What we do now will not only affect your kind and mine but also the humans. So, I will ask you this again. Are you willing to let the world burn for one soul?"
My eyes drift down to the sleeping form of my mate, my mind flooding with memories of the times we had laughed, kissed, made love and held each other close. Could I let the world suffer for my gain? To save her?
I do not hesitate when I look at the witch and give my response.
"Yes."
Leaning forward, I placed a soft kiss on my mate's lips and breathed in her fading scent, committing it to memory.
"We will be together once again my little light"
The breeze that blew past then, carried the fervent whisper of promise, forever sealing the fates of those who would one day cross paths with it.
No one knew I was alive, everyone thought I was dead. My name is Kellina Lilith Morningstar, my father was Ansel Lightwood the former Alpha of the North East Atlantic Pack. I didn't take his last name since he wasn't much of a father figure to me. My mother was Esther Mikaelson, the mother of Freya, Finn, Elijah, Klaus, Kol, Rebekah, and Henrik Mikaelson. Niklaus is my full brother by blood, the others are my half siblings. None of them know I exist of course, I wanted to change that. First, let me tell you my story: My mother and father were having an affair behind Mikael's back, the abusive father to all the Mikaelson children. Shortly before my mother casted a spell to turn all my siblings into vampires she was pregnant with me, she knew that I wasn't Mikael's baby. So, my mother gave birth to me far in the woods where my fathers pack helped deliver me. My mother gave me to my father and told him to tell me she died at birth, she fled to her family telling them all I died and she had a miscarriage. I don't know if i should be happy or upset that she left me. If she took me with her, I would've needed to grow up as the bastard child of Mikael.
. I felt sad as I noticed Thrain looking down at Delilah with a proud smile. I need to talk to Damien, I thought. Everyone grew hushed as I approached the stage, signaling that it was time to change directions and begin the pack run. Everyone was eager to see how the new pack members would respond to my wolf form, and they were all tingling with expectation and excitement. I took off my clothes and was now just in my bra and underwear. I closed my eyes and invited my wolf to approach. Up until the point where I was standing on all fours, I felt my snout lengthen, my back hunch, and all of my bones move. When I opened my eyes, I heard the new members' cries of surprise; they will all grow used to it eventually. Thrain and Delilah were next after I moved, then Josh and Lauren. They all transformed at once, and we were standing in front of them as wolves. While I waited for Marty to hop up onto the stage and then laid down to allow him to do so, the kids leapt onto their parents' backs. After making sure Marty was safe by grabbing my fur and squeezing his legs, I let out a loud, prolonged howl and ran into the woods. As the group left behind me, I could hear hundreds of paws hitting the ground.
Betrayal. Such a straightforward word, yet so profound. Because I was brought into this world without my will, betrayal could be used to characterise my entire life. A youngster who was never intended to belong anywhere was unwanted and unloved. In the Novilunium Pack, my mother was an omega. Her nearly waist-length jet-black hair was styled in a low ponytail. She had gorgeous emerald eyes and thick chocolate skin. According to what I've heard, they were the darkest green, and gazing into them was like seeing directly into the skies. It was as though Aphrodite herself had visited and blessed my mother.
"Paisley has a fiancé. She is about to get married" "But she's not married yet is she? She can still go. Why does it have to be me" "Nevaeh..." "I hate you all so much. Especially you" she glared at me before storming off. I couldn't hold the tears in. Coulter wrapped his arms around me while mama ran after Nevaeh. "She hates me" I sobbed into his chest. I could take anything but that. Did she really mean what she said? Did she really hate me? I was stubborn, hard headed and could hold the longest grudges but when it came to her, I was a completely different person. "She doesn't. She's just upset. She'll come around" I doubted that. This wasn't like the other times Nevaeh and I fought. This was different and something told me she wouldn't be coming around anytime soon.
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
"Mr. Evans, please maintain some dignity. Don't forget I'm your brother's wife!" Having caught her husband and best friend together in the bed, Elena wanted nothing more than to exact revenge on the people she once called family. She refused to be a pitiful divorcee and vowed to make everyone who had once looked down on her beg for forgiveness. And to start with her newfound freedom, Elena indulges in a one-night stand with a stranger. However, what was meant to be a fleeting escape turns into a nightmare when she learns that the stranger is none other than her husband's older brother! Would Elena be free from the shackles of her marriage? Or would the mysterious stranger make her life a living hell since he seemed to have a personal vendetta against his family? [The story is 18+ and involves mature content.]
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.