CHAPTER 92Khalodi didn't want Duraho to find him, he wanted to offer himself to him. Not clear what the difference would have been but he thought the latter would have lesser consequences. Did it? We're about to find out what Khalodi deems as lesser consequences when Duraho's sword was out of his sheath.“My king, I am told you sought my presence,” Khalodi said, trying not to show fear in his countenance.“General Khalodi, yes I did.” Khal Duraho said, forcing a smile and putting his sword back in it's sheath hung beside his waist It was clear it was not a genuine smile. His hands started shaking, he clasped his fingers against each other quickly and hoped he didn't see him physically trembling. He was still on the stairs while Duraho was already down, close to the dining area.Climbing up, he grinned “ come, let's go to my chambers, I have something important I want to discuss with you.” Khal Duraho said, putting his left hand around his shoulder.He knew immediately, it was going

CHAPTER 94Khalodi woke up before Duraho and it was still dark, his hands and legs still tied and he presumed it was the right time to make a move. He moved with his shoulder, his bruised shoulder asn he winced in pain. But he had , he dragged the shoulder roughly on the ground till he got to the sharp glasswares. He picked the small ones his halfway fingers could hold onto and started cutting through. Like a baby with trying to masticate biscuit bone, he struggled for over fifteen minutes and sweating profusely like a christmas goat, he was finally free hand wise and went for his leg. It was quite easier to get his legs free although ample time was spent and it was already getting bright.The position of his tied legs made him have a sharp pain immediately he released them. He groaned sharply but without sound then straightened them. He cleared the ground quietly and went into a diamond push up position, he went at least twenty times. With his bones crackling and straightening to fu

Where were you? We knocked for quite some time without response so we decided to leave-“I thought you ran away again, I told you not to leave the room but you went out, what if you got into the wrong hands? This is not Southeros, you'll either die a gradual painful death or you'll serve the king till you die.” Khalodi cut Rafi's question short but spoke with a rising tone.Cassandra peeped in as Khalodi was ending his sentence. Caitlyn pointed to Cassandra as the progenitor of the idea and that she refused to go at first but needed to follow as her mind was made up already. She did this with her interpreting hands and body language and said no word to Khalodi.“Khalodi, nice to see you again,” Cassandra said. The place was quiet, everybody taking turns to stare at each other. Cassandra saw that the stare on her was longer and from Khalodi it was rather a glare than a stare. She knew if she didn't break the silence that it would last longer.“ What's happening here? Why is everyone s

There was joy whenever they could feel the blood of the twins closeby. Far down the pinnacle, they assembled together empowering themselves. Their return will connote massive destruction and to take back what belonged to them, power. The history of the witches goes way back and in every twenty families, there was one witch. Their dominance in the affairs of the outside world was prominent because they were fierce in battle. They defeated the werewolves and then the vampires. Their longest battle was with the hybrids- werewolf and vampires in one body. The fiercest of them all, Roosevelt, she never backed down. The oldest living witch whose power no man could contend. She occasionally dwelt in the body of witches, those who needed her help to demystify unresolved puzzles. Her ghost was everlasting, her body containers only died but she lived eternally. Isabella was only the third victim, and there was definitely going to be a fourth if the war was going to be won.In the enchanting re

In the dimly lit chamber of Khalodi, the night’s executioner, the flickering torches cast dancing shadows on the stone walls, creating an eerie atmosphere befitting of the clandestine plot unfolding within. Khalodi, a man of imposing stature with eyes as sharp as the blades he wielded, paced with restless energy, his mind consumed by the intricate details of the plan he had meticulously crafted.Beside him stood Rafi, his loyal messenger and representative, his features masked in an inscrutable expression. Despite the weight of their impending actions, Rafi exuded an air of quiet confidence, a testament to his unwavering loyalty to Khalodi.With each passing moment, the tension in the chamber grew palpable, like a taut bowstring on the verge of snapping. Khalodi's thoughts raced as he replayed the steps of their scheme in his mind, ensuring that every detail had been accounted for. Their plan was bold and perilous, yet Khalodi knew that the prize at stake was worth the risk.It was s