Filed To Story: The Perfect Luna by Marissa Gilbert
Fenir hated that he was getting weaker. The Queen of the West made an attempt after attempt to save his body back in the mortal realm. A few minutes more, and he would not be able to wield the spear. It was time to leave. He won the battle, and everyone present was his witness.
However, Asgardians could not be trusted and Astrea was still not here. He couldn’t leave… Not yet.
Their plan was different. He needed her to be here before he could leave safely.
“You have no time!” The revelation widened Vidar’s eyes.
“I have enough time to end you!” Fenrir seethed and prepared to do just that, but a wave of electricity ran through him, freezing him for just a second. That mere moment was enough for Vidar to roll away and scramble back to his feet.
“He can’t fight now!” he screamed, pointing at Fenrir, who used the spear for balance while another wave of electricity rippled through him. “Kill him now, and we are free of him forever! Help me defeat this monster! Together, we can do that! Attack him!”
Devoss, Bash, Warg and Kara exchanged glances and bared their weapons, stepping closer towards Fenrir as Asgardians began to wield their powers.
Eyes glowed, magic of all shades crackled in the air. The gods and the mere citizens of Asgard were ready to kill the one they always took for the enemy.
“Cousin?” Bash raised his brow at Magnus expectantly, and the latter seemed shocked by the way he was addressed After all, he was a mere infant during Ragnarok and barely remembered anyone from these times. “You look just like your father, Bash explained how he recognised him. “How about a helping hand?”
Magnus pressed his lips tight, torn between a desire to follow his heart and what he was taught. His people were still standing in a protective circle, the last obstacle between the Asgardians and Fenrir.
“I am sorry,” the son of Thor muttered, “my warriors can’t fight our own people. That’s different. We gave an oath-“
“Yeah, sure.” Bash rolled his eyes, losing interest quickly. ” We know how noble everyone here is. There’s no need to explain.”
Magnus clenched his fists, looking down, and then waved his hand, signalling his warriors to break their formation and step aside.
Vidar finally came to his senses and materialised his fire blade in his hand, ready to pierce a weakened Fenrir with it from the back. He was already inches away when a wall of blinding light formed right between them, throwing him all the way back.
The radiant light engulfed everything and everyone, overwhelming and all-consuming. No one could see anything, lost and disoriented on the spot. All colours and forms were erased, leaving them all defenceless.
Vidar screamed in agony; the skin on his hands turned into charcoal, and his sword was lost once again.
“Didn’t I tell you,” Astraea smiled as she observed everyone helpless and at her mercy. “Stars can burn. You should have listened.”
They could not see her yet, but her sweet voice rang in their. ears.
The light was gone in a flash, and the world slowly filled with colour again. Blinking, Vidar was searching for where her voice came from until he finally saw her at the top of the stairs. Right where he was expecting to see her earlier today, walking to the main hall of Valhalla as his bride.
The Goddess of Stars was back and more beautiful than ever before. Her long white hair that cascaded down to her knees in soft, perfect waves emanate an ethereal glow that he remembered so well. He dreamed of her like this, of wrapping these locks around his wrist and making her his again and again.
Vidar devoured her with his eyes, unable to resist his own mate in this form.
Her gleaming dress was made of thin shimmering starlight power threads, woven into intricate patterns reminiscent of constellations. She was a vision, and he could stare at her forever if not for the stern glare full of hatred she was offering in return. Her eyes were different now from any of her lives. Full galaxies were swirling and storming inside, a reflection of her cosmic gift.
That brought him back from his slumber.
“You drank from the Source-” he whispered, and the corners of her lips tilted up in amusement
“I bathed in it,” she admitted without so much as a hint of regret, her grin growing wider. “And I wasn’t there alone.”
Niki gasped, knowing that even her werewolf speed wasn’t enough to dodge the demon whose jagged teeth were already too close to her.
She had been careless!
The impact happened so quickly that she had a hard time processing it. Her head hit the floor, and some of the glass pieces on the ground cut her flesh, eliciting a groan from her. Yet still, she didn’t feel the teeth piercing her neck and draining her blood. The creature was so heavy she could barely move. It was surprisingly soft, and she wasn’t sure what to make of it until the scent of wintergreen hit her nostrils.
“Darius!” The sound came out muffled when she realised that her dragon bear was the one on top of her. She pushed herself from under him and greedily gulped the air when her head finally got out.
He tried to move off her, but something was preventing him, and really soon, she knew exactly what that was. Dark wings spread above them when she saw a demon with his mouth covered with blood. Pieces of fur and flesh were hanging off its teeth, making Niki feel nauseous.
The vampires eyes focused on her now, and she tried to wriggle herself out, noticing one of her daggers nearby. The Firstborn stretched her hand but still couldn’t reach it.
The deadly creature crawled over the massive bear’s body towards her, clearly wishing to prolong its feast.
Niki grew her claws, since now it was her only weapon.
A wave of fire knocked the demon off Bjorn and sent it out of the window, its screeches piercing her ears.
Nikki desperately looked around and saw Joran turning away from her to look at Riannon who was still trying to save Fenrir.
“Darius!” Nikki whispered. “Please, send me a signal you are still alive.”
He was so heavy and she was absolutely stuck underneath him, but all her thoughts were just prayers to have him alive and well again.
He saved her.
Without his vision, he sensed she was in danger and sacrificed himself. No one had ever done anything like this for her.
“Darius, please!” She felt tears rolling down her cheeks.
From the corner of her eye, she saw a few more vampires flying their way. They were the last ones.
Nikki peered at Joran, but he was busy. Gideon growled, standing before her, ready to take the blow. Only that she knew he could not be enough if he was alone
The creatures charged at him, and he took the first one, pinning it to the ground and breaking its neck. Two more were fast approaching and Nikki tried to free herself again.
Sparks of magic flew before her eyes and for a second she believed it was Joran, but he was still at the same place.
“Are those the last ones?” Salome walked forward with Forrest following her. The witch held her hands ready for new spells.
“I think so, but keep an eye on the windows,” Forrest replied and his eyes locked with Niki’s. “This one is alive.”
He walked towards her fast and pushed the bear off her, giving her a hand.
“Are you all right, love?” he asked, but Nikki only shook her head, crawling towards Darius.
A sob escaped her when she finally saw his state. Forrest nodded understandingly and stepped away. He still had all this mess to clean.
“Speak to me!” Nikki demanded from the bear when she saw him opening and closing his eyes. He was still alive.” Darius, please!”
She hugged him and sobbed into his blood stained white fur.
“Remember, we have so many plans!” she begged him. “We were going away and travelling the world! And then we were going to choose the best place to spend our lives together. Darius, I can’t do this without you. I need you!”
Two hands wrapped around her and she gasped seeing her bear in his human form again. She hoped that it would make a difference, but blood was gushing out of Bjorns neck and she tried to apply pressure, knowing far too well wounds like that didn’t heal. Shifters were always going for each other’s necks in battle for a reason.
“Strawberry-” His voice came out all broken and gurgling.
“Darius!” Nikki cupped his face and gently touched his lips with hers. “Hold on, please. For me! I need you!”
He was silent just for a second, his grip on her weakening with each passing second.
“Straw-berry- I love you so much!” he breathed the words out. “But you don’t need me.”
“No!” she protested, her tears now spilling onto his face and breaking his heart.
“I lived longer than I was supposed to,” he forced the words out, his breathing laboured. “It was my destiny to die a long time ago. Gods- play with us as if we are toys. Deep inside they don’t care.”
She could hear his struggling heartbeat.
“Nikki,” his fingers dug deeper into his flesh, “whatever you do, don’t trust them. Keep away. And live your life. Be happy. Do- all the things we wanted to do.”
“Darius, I only want to do them with you!” A loud sob escaped her when his hands could no longer hold her. She was suffocating here. “No, Darius, nol We can fix this.”
“You are the only thing I don’t regret,” Biom whispered, and his lips froze after he released his last breath.
*Joran!” Nikki forgot about all the familiarities, calling for her Teacher. He was a god! He loved Darius. He had to save him again.
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