Damien did not end up calling the king. Not because Isabella opened up to him, of course. But because he finally understood that there were some things that he just needed to leave alone for them to run the course of time. Of course, it had nothing to do about the fact that he was distracted by a certain tawny-eyed girl. Not at all. Nothing to do with the fact that he wanted to unravel the reason why she had always managed to evade him though they study on the same campus. He could see Laura in one minute in a class, a meeting or even the golf club that he had joined out of curiousity and the next moment, she would be gone like she had never even been there at all in the first place. So, yes. The fact that he wasn’t too concerned about the fact that Isabella had gone from been snappy to being hyperactive certainly had nothing to do with nobody. He was just been a supportive brother. Yes, the cool brother. That was what Sky had called it. Days passed and Isabella stopped sulking or wh

Isabella was having a good time. She was determined to have a good time. She would make friends and go about her life as a regular college student would. Yes, that was the goal. She would not have any distractions. She was determined not to allow any form of distraction that might want to hinder her reason for being at Stanford. She was there for a reason. She was not going to allow any bastard in the form of a strapping pound of flesh to stop her from doing that.“You are a witch?” that taunting, silly question that had an undertone of condemnation kept ringing in her head. She would ignore it. Oh, she would make sure that it had no impact on any of her daily duties. Which were: wake up. Eat. Go to school like a normal student. Not bite off people’s heads because f her pissy mood. And yes, not accidentally set herself on fire as it had almost happened when she angrily tried out her powers when she was alone. She had wondered if her powers had a defect since they didn’t work on that…

“Help me, Damien!” rang through Damien’s head as he was busy at his desk in his study. The desperate call was infused with pain and anxiety. Though it was short before the link was cut off, Damien knew the voice clearly though the essence he felt towards the end of the call was different from what he had always felt from her. This time the essence was dark.“What the heck?” Damien thought anxiously as he tried to connect with her again but nothing happened. He couldn’t connect with her. Not even could he feel the unfamiliar darkness that he had felt earlier as well.Damien swiped his key off the table and was out of the door in no time. What could be happening? He had not seen Isabella all night but then he had been holed up in the study since he got back from class too, which had become a bit of a habit and the others had learned t leave him be until he came out and was ready to socialise again. Damien could feel that he was close to getting the critical factors in his quest. He just

“Dignity is a very vital thing to a witch! A witch might lose their power! They might lose all they have but a witch never loses their dignity! They go down protecting their dignity!” these words of Morgan, during one of her rare moments of non-monosyllabic statements, rang clear and true in Isabella’s mind. She held on to it instantly and used it to steer her way in the labyrinth that she was in. It was not that there was much to steer anyway but she held on tight to that statement and groggily repeated it in what was left of her mind. “The bastard. What had he done to me?” a spurt of anger finally sparked in her being. She had no idea where or what she was. When she finally gain a bit of consciousness, she found herself in a cocoon of sorts. She was not awake nor was she still unconscious. Even with her eyes wide open, she had no sense of reality. Morgan had once told her that there were different realms and she had promised to teach Isabella how to navigate most of them. They h

“Fuck you!” Liam Drako, aka Dark Lord, spat out blood towards Damien. His blood-stained mouth spread out in a sickening grin as he gave Damien a disdainful look. “You can be sure that you will pay for this” “No, I am sure that no such thing would happen. You can be assured that you will tremble if you know who I am. In the meantime, tell me why you dared to put your filthy hands on my sister” Damien demanded, his gaze domineering and his eyes bloodred in the dimly lit room. Sky swallowed hard as he looked from Damien to the stubborn man tied to the cane chair with nothing but Damien’s will. The man had been like that since yesterday when damien had brought him over unconscious. Damien had asked Sky to look over him while he went back to tend to businesses that he told Sky nothing about. He had only informed him that Isabella would not be coming home that night when he asked about her. Sky had never seen Damien like that before. Though he knew that the Lord of Origins had power that n