Damien knew that Isabella was nowhere around the moment he drove to the school campus. Blocked mind-link or not, he knew that he wouldn’t find her there even if he combed the buildings from the beginning to the end. He blamed himself for not paying extra attention to the friends she had been making. He knew she was going out more and making friends but he had no idea who is who. Most of the smiling blushing girls looked almost the same to him anyway so he tried his best to steer as far away from them as he could. Now he regretted it as he briefly thought of letting Sky know what was going on. Sky had grown fond of Isabella since they knew each other and Damien was certain that he would leave whatever it was that he was doing. Screaming friend or not. Yet he hesitated as something occurred to him again. The sculpted face! That idiot had hit Damien because he thought that Laura was someone else! He had been in their driveway when he thought that! Could that mean that he knew that Isab
“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
Isabella was in and out of consciousness for what seemed like days. She was in a cocoon of listlessness in the little time that she was aware of things around her but then she couldn’t hold on to her consciousness enough before she slipped away again. She was frustrated by the scents and hands she felt around her as something quite unpleasant was poured down her throat. She heard voices. Voice of an angry Damien arguing with someone about her…yes, she was sure it was about her. A more boisterous voice that seemed more rational. She could have sworn that he heard Morgan’s voice at a time. Even felt that soothing presence suffused with that distinguishable, scents of Jasmine, thyme and that distinct scent she had not been able to detect; the scent of earth. Morgan doesn’t use perfume and she had only looked blankly at Isabella when she once asked her what brand she uses. She had simply said that Isabella must be perceiving the scent of her essence.Isabella still had no idea how that w
“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
Damien had no idea what happened between the werewolf and his sister but he knew that there was a tremendous difference. He had no intention of prying into Isabella’s privacy but he hoped that she would tell him if the Mexican was coercing her into doing anything. Though Damien doubted that anybody could force Isabella to do what she did not want to do he also knew a bit about the power of the mating bond. He knew that the Alpha had the advantage over Isabella since he knew more about the making bond than Isabella. Isabella wouldn’t say anything to him about it though. Apart from the terse “I know what I am doing” that she had thrown at him when he asked, she had not said anything else to him.Morgan had only sighed slightly and said something cryptic about fate. Damien should have known that he shouldn’t count on her to be a fountain of information. She had been a quiet person, though a bit sassy when he first knew her. Her cut-short journey didn’t get her out of her shell. If nothi
There was a strain in the relationship between Damien and Michael and he had not taken the time to iron it out. But then he had invited the clan leader as well since this had to do with them all. Though he knew that Michael wouldn’t dare to ignore an order, he had wondered if he would hearken to his call if he made it a request. So, a request he had made it. He had sent him an email telling him the importance of the meeting and why he should be there. As Damien saw Michael stand in the doorway, looking uncomfortably formal and distant, he felt he should have handled the situation better. Yes, Michael might have shown his disappointment in the fact that Damien had done what was against the rules of the clan but Damien doubted that he would have been narrowminded if he knew the real reason why Damien had flipped in the first place. That was not well done of me. He thought. “Well, thank God you do not have to be all-knowing before you can be a leader. We had all be doomed!” said an un
Isabella paused in her stride as she took in the people in the room. The disinterested-looking, Michael. Her face heated a bit when she caught the gaze of the Alpha who looked as if he couldn’t take his eyes off her even if his life depended on it. The Dark Lord, whose glower was enough to peel skin off anybody’s back and Allan, the richly dressed, middle-aged regaled in a navy blue, exotic tunic. Allan was openly admiring Isabella’s beauty and he smiled broadly at her when she looked at him, which only earned him a glower from Asher, an amused snort from Liam, and a polite nod from Isabella. “What is this all about, Damien?” she asked as she moved towards him. “I know you said we would discuss it when others get here but I have no idea what kind of a meeting would warrant this….this gathering,” she asked as she used her hands to encompass the people seated. “Come have your seat, sister,” Damien said and Allan patted the chair beside him with a harming tone. “You can come and sit wi
Isabella Kovarick was shocked to the core of her soul about what happened at the meeting. She couldn’t believe that she knew nothing after all. She had once thought that knowledge about her powers and the fact that she was not the biological daughter of King Saldus was the hardest thing he would have to deal with. She was amazed to realise that that was nothing at all compared to what was waiting for her. She felt betrayed and lost. She couldn’t believe that Damien had kept such a huge truth away from her. Even Morgan. Though Morgan had only discovered the true identity of Morgan recently, according to her, it still didn’t excuse the fact that she had known at least for days or months in fact and none of them had deemed it fit to tell her. She couldn’t deny the fact that she had probably proven difficult by demanding that the tiniest of details were explained to her about what was going on. The fact th Damien had done that patiently every time she asked still did not change her disp