-Three months later-“Aralyn, that’s enough for today,” Merlius said. Thank God, I thought this tyrant would never say this. He is a pain in the ass with his strict training schedule, but I must say that I have improved my strength, stamina and combat skills to an exceptional standard. Nethanaiah taught me how to summon and control my mage and elemental abilities while Merlius was helping me with embracing my Lycan. Apparently, due to my mother’s lineage, I can control weather, earth, and water, whilst due to my father’s lineage, I can control the moon, wind and air. I can also paralyse the one in time and space as I did to Malleteagan when he chased me through the desert. Nethanaiah says that there is way more than that. Meena also became more attuned to me. We can now shift to human or Lycan form without pain or issues with taking control, and we become one body and soul. Her combat skills are more controlled, calculated and brutal. “Soon, I will not be able to train you anymore,” h
Marcellus’ POV“Idiot”, I punched the twat straight into his face with all my might. Blood trickled from his broken nose, and he fell to the ground. “All of you are incompetent” I smashed all the books, a shitload of paperwork, whiskey bottles, glasses and other random crap on my table. “For three fucking months, you cannot find a little girl!!!” I snarled and smacked each of the morons standing in front of me straight into their stupid faces. And they endured my ordeal silently. “Best trackers, my ass! Fucking!!!! Incompetent!!!” The veins on my neck protruded as I roared from the bottom of my lungs to fuel off this fucking rage. Where is that fucking bitch? I thought to myself, I am going to skin her alive and dip her sleazy body in wolfsbane until she doesn’t sizzle to death when I get my hands on her. I started to thrash and break the stuff around me, then punched the tracker closest to me just for the sake of fun. Before I made my way out, I shouted in pure rage, which suffoca
Malleteagan’s POVWhere could that little vixen go? For fuck sake, I have mobilised the best trackers, and still, no fucking sign of her. I thought she was in Oribus on that fucking night when I lost so many in the battle against Sentaya. Some of them were my best soldiers. My revenge will be merciless. The eyeless, botched old hag will remember me. I will be the last thing she will remember in her miserable existence. “Omar, any updates on the girl?” I asked Omar, who came from Nerzelis, to report on updates.“No, Alpha,” he answered. “Fuck that shit!” I slammed my fist, and fucking table broke in two. Fuck, this dodgy hotel in the middle of nowhere will add another item to the broken inventory charge. “Omar, make a contact to schedule a joint meeting with Kandreah, Thersar and Nexelex to see the progress of our plan urgently. Each of us to come alone. Only our first in command can accompany us, apart from the four of us. I suggest we meet in Amaralva’s castle in a week. Nexelex a
Norgarth POV I mind-linked Marcellus as I fought the bitch. God, what happened to this girl? She became strong as a fucking lumberjack. She beats like a beast. I felt Marcellus had teleported to Nerzelis. I have a magic trick or two in my sleeve, but knowing the ancestry of the little bitch, she is a way stronger mage than I am. Although I don’t know how good she is with using the magic. Given her bloodline, I don’t want to test it, so my best bet is to keep her on hold with one-to-one combat until Marcellus doesn’t come and decides what to do. Well, at least that was a plan I had, but it turned out that the bitch had become stronger since I saw her last time. She was kicking my ass, and this had become an exciting fight. I can’t remember the last time I had a decent sparring opponent, apart from when I sparred with Marcellus. That guy is a monster. But now, I would bet on her if they’d spar. She appears to be stronger even than him. What a fuck?! Well, I never shied away from a
Malleteagan’s POVBreathing the sacred air of Amaaralva again. The destroyed kingdom of Thessalian witches in the Soovaree realm. I have destroyed it, and I have enjoyed every moment of it. Since the day I scattered the mushed remnants of Larissa’s body in this forest, I became so fond of this place. It gave me peace. Almost like Nerzelis. My Lycan is always quiet and deep in the pits of my mind when we come here. Contours of Amaralvanth castle could be seen peering through forest trees in the distance of a forgotten forest in the forgotten subrealm of Soovaree. The soil of this forest is fertilised with the blood and bones of the Thessalian bitch. It made me rejoice silently while remembering how I was stomping it. It feels as if I am stomping and crushing her dead body again when walking through the forest—the unique, nirvana-like sentiment of sacrilege and transcendence, all in one. The feeling of walking on the ground soiled with Larissa’s corpse is liberating. Just to get hold of
Trigger warning: emotional abuse, imagery of torture and child abuse. Aralyn’s POV My nightmare was playing out in front of my eyes. Is this for real? Shivers and raw dread broke out through every pore of my body. This time, however, Larissa and Malleteagan weren’t fighting against each other. My life appears as a ball of strings that were so bloody tangled. And now the puppeteer is pulling strings on these catatonic creatures. I am still trying to wrap my head around the idea that my father wants me dead, and now…my mother, the only person who cared for me, appears to also be hellbent on killing me. But then I saw it. They all looked controlled and as if they departed from their own accord. And they all have the same eyes that remind me of Sentaya’s. The horde of Lycans forayed at me in unison, led by my birth parents. All of them, including Lycans resembling mother and Malleteagan, had that absent, empty, deadpan gaze. Something about their eyes made me stop and reflect. I have se
Marcellus POV I have been watching her writhing and screaming in torment for days now. It doesn’t seem to please me as I thought it would. No, not at all. It actually has an adverse effect. The feelings invoked by her torture are similar, if not worse, than those linked to the darkest moments of my childhood, when my mother was tortured, raped and killed in front of my eyes. And I thought that no pain could compare to that moment. The more I see Aralyn wilting away from sanity, the more I feel that my sanity is slipping away, too. I can see all of her thoughts, emotions and memories. I am the ruler of her mind now. Given her blood lineage, I did not expect it would be so easy to get in her head. I thought there would be more resistance. But no. Could it be because I caught her off guard when she was overly concentrated on combat with me, and she hadn’t thought there were other ways I could attack her? Was she not aware that I have mind control abilities? Well, whatever the reason, I
Aralyn’s POV My words finally seemed to penetrate through Meena’s dense skull. For a second, she paused and seemed to hesitate and reflect on what I said. She whimpered and winced as the possibility that her Mr Right was not who she thought crossed her thick brain. The thought that I was right and that he was indeed a cunning, manipulative narcissist and an abusive monster made her lose her focus for a second. And I used that momentum to take the control back and shoved her to the back of my mind. I raised my gaze to face the beast in front of me. “Now I am going to show you what the torture is, twat, same as I did to your little friend Norgarth,” I gritted through my teeth with a snarl that built up at the back of my throat. I jumped into a fighting position and punched the shithead straight into his face, breaking his jaw. “Remember when you did that to me, dick?” I said as I breathed heavily. I smacked the prick's face with brute and raw force repeatedly. Cracks, blood splutters