Five years after the death of his fated mate, Alpha Blade found himself lost in the abyss of life. He had abandoned his pack and chose to lead a mercenary life to avenge the death of Soledad, his fated mate. But even after justice was served, he felt empty, and the need to take more lives had become his way of life. With too much blood in his hands, he became ruthless and cold-hearted, with no direction, no goal, and no will to survive—until destiny decided to play a cruel joke on him and gave him a light witch for a second-chance mate. Confused and not wanting to betray the memory of his first mate, Blade fought against the new bond the Goddess gave him, only to find himself being drawn more to the young witch who was slowly lighting up the darkness surrounding him. But when lies, betrayals, and secrets come to light, will their bond survive the test of fate, or will the truth spiral them into the darkness lurking behind the shadow? ***** BEYOND THE DARKNESS: The Alphas Little Witch is the third installment of the INTO THE DARKNESS SAGA. To understand the world I created, I highly suggest reading the first two books, also available on Goodnovel/Buenovela/Meganovel. INTO THE DARKNESS SAGA BENEATH HER DARKNESS: The Alpha's Little Demon BRAVING THE DARKNESS: One Night With the Demon King (attached to the book Beneath Her Darkness - after its epilogue) BEYOND THE DARKNESS: The Alpha's Little Witch ***** For updates and teasers, follow me on my I G and F B - author.cassa.m / www.facebook.com/groups/cassandra.m.world
View MoreBLADE. Rage and I finally found the path that led us to the Parturi Coven. As soon as we saw the landmark that told us we were in one of its borders, I shifted back into my human form and slipped on the shorts that Rage carried in his mouth and checked if I still had Lucius’ coin in my pockets, which fortunately was still there. I also grabbed the necklace and checked. All good. But I regretted not bringing a shirt, as the necklace would certainly draw attention, but I had no choice but to continue my journey without one and hope for the best. I already knew what I was getting myself into when I ran here. I was ready to face anyone just to get to the goal — for Althea to get her mother’s vial and to stop these dark witches from haunting her. But I had to admit, seeing all these witches around me and pretending everything was okay was not an easy task. I showed up, and a witch, who introduced herself as Clandestine, met me. She said she was Anaiah’s friend, and if I were there
ALTHEA. “Help me, anyone! Get Beta Dalton now!” I screamed my loudest. But nothing was happening until the border came into view. No one was outside to man the post, but as if by magic, the door to the small office at the corner swung open, and three warriors rushed out. “Luna Althea!” Someone yelled as they ran to meet me. One of them caught me and kept me from stumbling to the ground. I gripped his arms tightly. I panted through my mouth and tried my best not to cry. “Call Beta Dalton.” “Yes, Luna. He’s already on his way here. Let’s get you to the office so you can sit.” “I need to call someone.” “My phone is inside, and we have a landline too.” I nodded as I let them guide me to the office. I could see they had many questions, but they remained quiet and handed me the landline. “Dial Mystic Pack’s packhouse,” I ordered. The phone rang, and I was grateful that, after one ring, Alpha Stone answered the phone despite being too early in the morning. “Help me…” It was all
ALTHEA. “Or maybe not,” Medea said as she stepped down the stage, her eyes focusing on my mate until she ended up standing in front of him. Her hand touched his chest before her fingers skimmed his naked skin, only avoiding the azurite stone. “I think I like him.” My eyes burned in jealousy as my chest heaved, not liking where this was heading. How dare Medea touch Blade? I was still in a rage and ready to bolt out of my stone cage, but a loud voice rang in the air, making me halt in my steps. “Don’t touch him! He’s mine!” Destiny’s voice was loud. Too loud. I retracted and stood on my toes again, peeking out the window. She was standing in between Blade and Medea, an arm spread out, pressing against Blade’s chest as she glared at the female before her. Medea scoffed, but she stepped back. “Why would he want a hideous creature like you over me?” “You have no idea what I’m capable of.” She retorted. “You are enchanting him!” “Isn’t that what we are good at?” Destiny answere
Author's Note: This chapter is from Althea's POV: Read carefully to avoid getting confused, as in some descriptions/narratives, she would still use “I” or “Me” even when she was referring to Alastor, who had duplicated her form/body. --------- ALTHEA. I knew it was possible for demons to take the form of another species, but I thought only powerful demons were capable of that, only for me to remember that Alastor was also a demon royal—a king without a throne after Lucius took his kingdom. I watched as the witches approached him, and it seemed they didn’t realize it wasn’t me standing there. No one noticed me in the corner, but I didn’t want to take any risks. I tried not to make a sound. I dared not even breathe. I had no idea why he took my form, but if I were punished, did it mean he was taking the punishment himself? The witches were rudely talking to him, but he was taking it all in, probably because he knew it wasn’t meant for him. So he just remained quiet, and he wasn
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ALTHEA. The metal door creaked, and I inched backward, pressing my back against the rough wall. I watched someone emerge, and it was only when the cloak was taken off her head that I was able to breathe. Clandestine’s face was hideous because of the burn, but it didn’t scare me at all. In fact, she was the only face in this coven that I was so happy to see. “Destiny…” “Shhh,” she said before she closed the metal door behind her. “Did they punish you about the fire?” I had to ask. “No. I cried and told them how you forced me to change clothes with you and that we were both going inside the fire, but I didn’t realize you were gone until I got burned.” I was at a loss for words. “If they thought we were friends, Agatha would not let me be here.” She came closer with a wooden tray in her hand before saying the next words loudly. “I brought you something to eat.” She placed it down and mouthed the words, “Don’t eat it.” “I don’t think I can eat.” “But at least drink this one.” S
ALTHEA. Alastor appeared out of nowhere and choked me, so the witches were able to tie me up to the nearby post. Anger surged through my whole body at the demon standing in front of me. “You have nothing to do with this, Alastor!” I yelled at him, and he just smirked wickedly at me. “What are you doing here?” Agatha’s voice rang in the air. “Saving you from this deadly witch,” Alastor answered her cockily. His eyes were blazing red as he remained standing between me and Agatha and the female who told me she had the curse of the shield. “I told you not to mess with this ritual.” “I heard you, but I made things easier for you. Your spells were bouncing off her.” He laughed wickedly, and this annoyed Agatha. “She was deflecting it. She obviously didn’t want to be here!” Agatha hissed. My eyes squinted. I wanted to reason out that I didn’t do anything, but it seemed the two were not done lashing at each other. “But you need her,” Alastor retorted before he turned to face me
ALTHEA. “You should have never come back. There’s nothing for you here.” Destiny hissed at me, but her eyes looked dead. Her face, too, was showing no emotion at all. “I didn’t want to return, but they came looking for me.” “I’m not going to help you again,” she said before putting the cloak hood back over her head and walking past me. “I have nothing more to give.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you would go to the…” I was not able to continue as she stopped walking and looked back at me. Her eyes were darkened, and her expression told me she was no longer the Destiny I knew. “You should have thought of that before you came here. I didn’t do it just for you to come back to the very place I wanted us to escape. You are making me regret that day, Anaiah. I thought at least one of us was able to get away.” She said harshly. “I will take you away from here,” I replied in almost a whisper. “Empty promises.” She mumbled as she walked forward, leaving me alone at the foot of the stairs
ALTHEA. I spent the next few hours thinking of all the ways the ritual could go wrong. My spirits were not even bothered at all, and they just let me be on my own. Of course, why would they bother? The ritual meant I would finally belong to this coven and to the dark magic. It had always been something they wanted for me. I consumed the food I was given and asked for a new serving. I told them the first one they gave me didn’t suit my appetite, and I threw it on the toilet, but the truth was, I wanted to have more food so their spells would somehow weaken. I had never tried attending a ritual on a full stomach, so I had no idea if this tactic would help. But I believe it will. An hour ago, I was given a sheer, long white dress that I would wear tonight. I was expecting a black cloth, so a white one came as a surprise. Plus, I was given a flower crown, and they were not dead flowers but fresh and beautiful. Strange. But I didn’t say anything. The only sad thing was that my room w
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