(Refer to Vol 1 on my profile)Markus was standing by the carriages, waiting for Celeste. He saw her approaching, and his heart leapt in his chest. When she reached him, he took her hands in his, and they stood there, just looking at each other, lost in the moment. But then, the sound of hooves on cobblestones broke the spell, and they turned to see Mrs. Blackwood riding towards them.Mrs. Blackwood was not happy to see them. "What are you doing, standing around like that?" she snapped. "We have things to do. We don't have time for this." The words were like a bucket of cold water, dousing the moment between Celeste and Markus. They released each other's hands, and Celeste's face fell. She knew that Mrs. Blackwood would never approve of her feelings for Markus. But in that moment, she didn't care. All she wanted was to be with him, even if it meant defying Mrs. Blackwood.As Mrs. Blackwood's words hung in the air, the moment was shattered. The warmth between Celeste and Markus faded,

Mrs. Blackwood shot her daughter a look that could have frozen fire. "Celeste, do not speak out of turn," she hissed. "This is not a topic for you to be involved in."Celeste's eyes flashed with anger, and for a moment it looked like she might say something she would regret. But then she took a deep breath and said, "As you wish, Mother."Mrs Blackwood had carefully selected the mode of transportation for the journey, choosing the royal carriages over the more practical, but less refined, dragons. She was determined to maintain a level of dignity and grace throughout the journey, and she would not allow something as trivial as the wind or feathers to ruin her carefully coiffed hair. The carriages, with their opulent designs and luxurious interiors, would make a far better impression than the scaly, fire-breathing dragons.Mr. Blackwood cleared his throat, breaking the tense silence. "Perhaps we should focus on the matter at hand," he said. "The last thing we need is to be distracted b

Mrs. Blackwood chimed in, her tone resolute. "It's like an instinct, Aiden. Something deep inside of me knew that something wasn't right, even if I couldn't put my finger on it. I didn't want to believe it, but now that Nicklaus has confirmed it, I know it's true."Aiden was at a loss for words. He didn't know what to say or think. He felt like his whole world had been turned upside down. He looked at Nicklaus and Mrs. Blackwood, their expressions serious and sincere. Could they really be telling the truth?Two guards approached Aiden, holding Josef and Remi by the arms. The men's faces were bruised and bloodied, and their clothes were torn. They looked defeated and ashamed. The guards explained that they had been caught trying to break into Aiden's vault, and that Valor, the griffin, had stopped them."I can't believe this," Aiden said.Josef and Remi remained silent, their heads hung low. Nicklaus felt a wave of nausea wash over him. He hadn't just betrayed his father - he had also

Nick studied the dagger in his hand. It was a beautiful weapon, perfectly balanced and razor sharp. He could feel the power it held, the potential for destruction. But he also felt a twinge of guilt. Was he really willing to go through with this plan? Was it worth the risk?"I don't know if I can do this," Nick said, his voice barely a whisper."What? That's a stupid idea, we'll be killed.""I know.""What are we going to do Nick?""Do you have a dagger?""Sure, it's your funeral.""Timmy, Diablo said he hated sheep.""So what?""He said to bring the heart of his enemy so we're going to take the heart of a sheep.""Brilliant! What if he comes back.""He didn't grant any wish silly. And we had a contract so he can't reverse it. Unless I actually die."Nick was a thief, and he had stolen a sheep. Crowe had given him a dagger, but he wasn't sure if he could trust Nick. "I promise I'll return the dagger," Nick said."Keep it," Crowe replied, turning away. Nick began to butcher the sheep,

As Timothy Crowe lay in his chair, he could feel the emptiness inside him where his soul had once been. He had traded it for power, for the ability to seek vengeance on those who had wronged him. But now, with the spell broken, he was left with a hollow feeling that he couldn't fill.He heard rumors that the vampire lord, Franklin, had broken the spell that had bound him to Diablo. But the damage was already done. His soul was lost, and he would never be the same again. He could only hope that his revenge would be enough to fill the void inside him.Nicklaus had betrayed Timothy, stealing the vampire Lord's fortune for himself. It was a clear breach of their contract, and Timothy was furious. But Diablo offered him a second chance. He told Timothy that he could get revenge on Nicklaus, but only if he first used his powers to take down Diablo's enemies. It wasn't about the money, it was about the betrayal. Timothy had to decide if he was willing to do what Diablo asked, in order to get