NARRATOR The others were going to freak out when they found out! "Baby, are you really okay? How could I hit you on the head?" Drakkar was beyond confused. "Let’s go back. This is too much, I need time to process it," she said, grabbing his arm. Drakkar glanced down at his semi-hard friend who had been left hanging. "And you!" Lyra suddenly turned to the shadow. "Make sure none of those... those intimacies leak into my mind again or you’ll be a dead specter! Get lost until I need you!" She pointed into the darkness of the forest, huffing and storming off with her frustrated mate. ***** Meanwhile, Laziel was definitely not holding back. All those times his sisters teased him about a possible thing with the woman now moaning above him... They always got in the way, ruining his few chances to get her alone. In a dark corner of the palace, like two outlaws, the sorceress had her dress pushed up indecently high. Her legs wrapped around Laziel’s waist, her thighs clenching with e

NARRATOR "Sir, there are rumors that the Wolf King is acting stranger than ever, but it seems like his power has increased," the warrior said to a young Alpha sitting on a throne-like chair. His gaze was severe, his features sharp and cold. "Good, you may leave," he told the man who hesitated to keep talking. "But... your sister... maybe if we pay for her, I don’t think the Alpha would like..." "Do you know what my father wants? Are you daring to speak for him?" "I would never, Lord Wallace!" the warrior started sweating cold. He was sure the Alpha would order them to bring Vera at all costs, but her brother Wallace was something else. "Vera brought that trouble on herself, I told her not to go to the tournament," Wallace muttered between his teeth. "Or do you want to bring the Wolf King's wrath upon our pack?" The warrior swore he didn’t, but Wallace dismissed him with some annoyance. It had been a while, but they still weren't used to him. Always speaking about

NARRATOR"Could any of them have made it to this place using portal magic?" Lavinia was analyzing all the possibilities while examining the spell.It wasn’t as easy as just dropping a few drops of blood, and whoever had done it had sealed it in a complicated way.Once again, she was amazed by Laziel's power. Even though it took effort, he could still bypass the barrier."Or maybe it was one of the first De la Croix," Laziel’s low voice sounded behind her."My mother said they were very powerful. I don't think the descendants trapped in the realm of the elementals ever developed their magic to this level."And Lavinia agreed.Magic had been banned among the elementals; even the witch who talked the most about portals in her diary and who had been the lover of that vampire couldn’t pull it off.Over the years, Lavinia had learned that to open a passage strong enough to connect parallel lands, sacrifices were needed—lots of souls or a massive amount of magical energy."Drusilla or Electr

LAVINIAI was thrilled I had done it, something was pulling my magic inward, but the moment I stepped through the threshold, Laziel’s hand gripped my arm tightly.“Careful, there’s an enemy lurking in the shadows.” I tensed at his warning.My sharp eyes scanned the mist beyond the barrier, sensing an intense malice, but I assumed it came from all the dark energy gathered inside.“When I opened it before, the door never led to this place. Come, stay close to me.” Our hands intertwined, and Laziel led the way.No matter what was in there, we had to face it, because I had a feeling it was the key to getting us home.As we stepped into another hallway shrouded in mist, barely able to make out our silhouettes, the door slammed shut behind us.My heart skipped a beat. What the hell was hiding in here?“Don’t be afraid. I’ll never let anyone hurt you.”His dangerous yet protective voice echoed in my mind, bringing me comfort.My fingers tightened around his. It was true—the prince of specter

LAVINIA «My world spun endlessly, maybe it was just an illusion, but I felt everything on the surface of my skin.I fell into a wild forest, next to Drusilla, and nearby was that lycan. They were staring, just like me, from a hill overlooking the wild, backward continent where werewolves were only beginning to awaken to their consciousness. They weren’t anything like the civilization left behind—they looked more primitive, more wolf than man, ignorant, like innocent children—and the two outsiders took full advantage of that. Drusilla and Eryon shared their knowledge, became idolized, wrapped themselves in a cloak of mystery and power, gaining control over this land. I saw Eryon build his palace and proclaim himself Wolf King. His lycan form intimidated the inhabitants of this realm, who hadn’t yet evolved into that transformation.Only the basic shifting form existed. Drusilla became the first priestess, worshiped for her knowledge, which they saw as miraculous. This part of the