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186. THE PLANS OF THE GODDESS
20 YEARS LATER…NARRATOR"SIGRID!!"Zarek’s thunderous voice echoed through the dark castle.Celine, seated in the library, looked up with a smirk before returning to her book.Who knew what trouble that girl had gotten herself into this time with her mate’s belongings?Sure enough, the Dark Prince was fuming as he stormed into his secret library—where he kept every kind of dark and forbidden sorcery book.They were called forbidden for a reason—the spells inside were dangerous, ominous, and came at a steep cost. That was why he kept them hidden from certain unscrupulous little hands—and that hyperactive brain."This time, I won’t let it slide. Sigrid, get the fuck out here—NOW!"Zarek left the underground chamber, his mind scanning the entire palace. But, as always, that menace of a Selenia was—without a doubt—his archnemesis. The bane of his power. The only one capable of hiding even within his own domain."ROUSSE, GET OVER HERE!" he commanded, summoning his commander—one of his mos
187. THE OTHER ME
SIGRID"What is this? Oh, fuck—" I huffed, staring at what I had grabbed in my rush.I wanted to smack myself.They were blueprints for a magical artifact—one that allowed you to enter someone’s dreams, leave messages, commands, or even torment them with their worst nightmares."What am I supposed to do with this now? Sneak into Dave’s dream and mess with him for a bit?" I muttered, considering it—but then discarded the thought with mild irritation.All that effort for nothing.He had let me read every single one of his books—except this one. And curiosity was eating me alive.What the hell was so forbidden about these writings?I walked toward the hidden well deep within the forest—always shrouded in dark mist, a place no one dared to enter, standing at the very edge of the palace’s borders.Years ago, I had created a teleportation spell here—one that allowed me to instantly travel to my father’s lands.My eyes landed on a cluster of black lilies. Mom loved them.So, I started pickin
188. ELECTRA DE LA CROIX
SIGRIDThe scream lodged in my throat, my eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets as my trembling hands lifted the poor creature, barely clinging to life.Its pale skin was covered in horrible black markings, like cursed patterns crawling across its tiny frame—even its face was tainted.It didn’t cry.I could feel its weak little heart faltering, barely beating.Then, it opened its mismatched eyes—one of each color—staring up at the bitch who had been drowning it in the well."My lady, is something wrong?"A voice behind me made my whole body seize up.I wasn’t alone. Goddess, I had to play along, I had to become this vile woman—because if they found me out, I was dead."Nothing is wrong, Grimm. I’ll finish quickly, go prepare the carriage.""It is already ready.""Then go check it again, or are you deaf?!" I snapped, channeling every ounce of contempt I could muster, praying the tremor in this unfamiliar voice would go unnoticed.When I heard his footsteps retreat, I turned away—sta
189. DEFECTIVE CHILDREN
SIGRIDThe carriage came to a stop, and I heard Grimm greeting some men, followed by the sound of iron gates opening, and then we were on the move again.I pulled back the curtain with my finger, where a massive emerald ring gleamed, and immediately, the guards lowered their heads in respect.We passed through mighty walls that granted access to a city filled with villas, stone, and wooden houses.The streets buzzed with life, the aroma of food mingling with the shouts of merchants calling out their wares in the market.All the cultivated fields and everything within these walls belonged to the fief of the De La Croix family of sorceresses.Three sisters: the eldest and current head of the castle, Morgana De La Croix; the middle one, Drusilla De La Croix; and the youngest, the woman whose consciousness I kept imprisoned while I occupied her body with my primordial spirit—Electra De La Croix."I want to rest. No one is to disturb me."I gave my orders and moved forward, following the m
190. SAVING A STRANGER
SIGRID"Yeah, yeah, I know. By the Goddess, you’re so cold. I thought being the youngest, you’d be sweeter," she muttered, speaking hastily. "Now I know why you're Morgana’s favorite. You might as well be her daughter.""Are you going to spend the entire afternoon babbling nonsense, or are you leaving my room already?""I'm going, I'm going. Ugh, such a bad temper. I owe you one."She finally left, leaving behind a trail of that sickly sweet perfume she always wore, her long black hair swaying down her back.She was beautiful, like nearly all supernatural beings, but a woman who spoke of her own children as disposable objects could only have a rotten womb and an even more rotten heart.Besides, Morgana was going to find out—not just because Grimm was her spy, but because Drusilla was terrible at everything, even lying.I sat on the bed, thinking about my mission. I needed to plan my escape on my own.The Goddess, as always, spoke in riddles. My task was to find a special man, incredib
191. THE GOOD ELECTRA
SIGRIDAt that moment, I was beyond grateful for my knowledge of black magic.Even so, despite all the strange things I had witnessed, watching the trunk of that tree split open, with dark, tar-like blood oozing onto the ground from within, and the body of that man being "released"—that was a scene that would be burned into my memory forever.Half of his body tumbled out of the tree trunk, barely recognizable, his raw flesh exposed and slowly being devoured.He tried to crawl forward using his arms, but he couldn’t. His legs were still trapped—it seemed that cursed tree wouldn’t let go of its meal so easily.The slave clung to life. Not a single sound escaped his lips despite the excruciating pain he had to be feeling, and something like admiration stirred in my chest.I placed the baby on the soft grass, away from this horrific scene, and strode toward him with determination."Come on, don’t make me waste my time and spells in vain," I urged him sharply, gripping his arms and yanking
192. MARK OF SLAVERY
SIGRIDThe night was advancing, and I needed to move quickly.Carrying a baby while transformed into mist was one thing, but transporting a fully grown man was another. I had to move him somewhere closer first."Can you walk? Hey—" I crouched beside him, keeping my guard up in case he tried to attack me by surprise.But when I grabbed his shoulder firmly, his body slumped backward, completely limp—he had fainted.For the love of the heavens.I exhaled sharply, but every thought in my mind froze when I finally saw his uncovered face, now that his filthy hair had fallen away.I clenched my fists as rage coursed through me. His face was destroyed.Covered in deep, gruesome wounds, scars, and worst of all, around his right eye, a massive blackened mark—like a burn—spanning part of his cheek and forehead.What kind of cursed spell had they been experimenting with on this poor bastard?I covered him as best as I could with the cloak and conjured a fortification spell. This would drain a lot
193. NOW YOU ARE MINE
SIGRIDThat man had sat up and was attacking me, with a monstrous strength I had no idea where he was pulling from, given his condition."I'm… removing… the seal," I clawed at his wrists, fighting against the lack of oxygen, staring directly into that golden eye now burning with clouded, erratic fury.Madness lurked in its depths."Don’t… touch me… you damn…—" he growled, his voice dripping with such visceral, bloodthirsty hatred that it sent shivers down my spine."Aagghh," I gasped, struggling against him.His black nails dug deeper and deeper into my pale throat, darkness creeping into my vision, dizziness clouding my mind."I'm not… her… calm… down… I'm not… Lucre…cia…"I realized he was confusing me with her—that the hatred he felt for his former mistress was fueling the last remnants of resistance in his body.I was going to have to attack him—I could feel it—but I wasn’t about to die for someone else’s sins.Just as I was about to summon flames in my hands, the pressure on my n
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