Filed To Story: The Alpha King and His Virgin Bride (Killian & Naomi) Book PDF Free
The Dark Circle always takes in magical beings who are deemed useful. They become prisoners at first, and then are tortured and trained in the worst possible way until they are broken and then the Circle molds them into loyal warriors that are willing to die for the great cause.
Every magical being was placed together and has its unique training process which often takes time. Vladimir was smart enough to have his witches devise a method to strip his prisoners of their powers. Every prisoner that is brought into the Oasis always has a pyramid symbol imprinted on them. Just like the one on my wrist. But mine doesn’t strip me of my magic, my magic is only limited. Vladimir did this for my safety alone, to protect me from outside the protective barriers of the Oasis who wants me back. And I do agree with him. My presence here was much needed for our great cause.
I pulled my eyes away from the symbol on my wrist. It ensures they are unable to use their powers until they are taken into training, and broken, then branded. They are always tested and if they turn out successful, and are deemed worthy enough to make it into the Dark Circle army, they are welcomed as a member of Vladimir’s army.
I rode into the woods with Sybil and Kali behind me on their horses. I could feel the enormous magic holding the Oasis, this was the reason no one outside the walls could ever find this place. It has existed for over four centuries, and it’s being held by the magic of so many witches, dead and alive. It also draws from nature’s magic from the earth and air.
Finally, we arrived at the Dark cave. I alighted from my horse and handed it over to Kali, making my way into the tunnel. I moved past the narrow path in darkness until I got to the first lamp that burned against the wall. I began to follow the trail as several lamps came into view. Though it wasn’t really necessary, I had spent most of my time here since I returned to the Oasis.
I reached my destination, finding Randall at the entrance. He was one of Nikolai’s witches. I handed over my coat to him, stepping through the darkness that covered the entrance.
The Dark cave was restricted for everyone, including members of the Circle. Only a few had the authorization to be in the cave, which was Vladimir, Nikolai, and myself, while the others were dark witches from Nikolai’s coven.
I stepped through the darkness and Nikolai was in there with some dark witches. They lowered their heads, noticing my presence.
I scanned around briefly before my eyes fell on Nikolai. “Where is she?”
He shifted his gaze to one of the witches, nodding. It didn’t take up to a second when the crying sound of a female echoed within the cave. I tilted my head a little, and my eyes fell on a young female that was being dragged to us wearing ragged clothes. She seemed like one of our prisoners and the black pyramid symbol on her wrist confirmed my thoughts. She was young and looked like she was no more than sixteen.
My eyes drifted to Nikolai whose dark eyes were on me. “She’s a new prisoner we found in the East Central, from an ancient clan,”
He informed me and my eyes fell on the young girl once more. She was blindfolded, and her hands chained together. Frankly, she was the youngest that had been brought to the cave since my arrival.
“Her magic, I need to feel it,”
I told him. Nikolai was the only witch in the Oasis that could lift the magic of the pyramid binding a prisoner. He fixed a brief gaze on me, before moving to the young girl. He tore off her blindfold, and her watery chartreuse eyes and her tears and resistance against the witch’s hold intensified.
Nikolai grabbed her hand, placing a finger on the pyramid symbol on her wrist, he muttered a few chants, breaking the magic of the pyramid.
The witches held her in place, while I placed my hands on her head. I closed my eyes, connecting to her magic. It was indeed powerful. And might just be what we needed.
My eyes snapped open and they fell on Nikolai. “You are right. Her magic is indeed powerful. She would do,”
I turned to the witches surrounding us. “Prepare her for the ritual.”
“No, please! Spare me, I beg of you. Please,”
Her screams and cries filled the air as she was dragged away. But it didn’t matter. Here in Oasis, nothing mattered.
I watched the young girl until she faded out of sight.
Nikolai came up behind me. “Do you think her magic will be able to contain it?”
“She is young, and her magic is pure. Not to worry Nikolai, she would be a great vessel,”
I voiced, leaving the cave to prepare for the ritual.
Naomi’s point of view
It was already twilight. Darkness had blinded everywhere and the sky had a full moon hanging on it. I was in the cave along with Nikolai and his entire coven of witches.
We had made preparations for the ritual already, and all that was left was the presence of the young female. Everyone was cautious and ready. Tonight’s ritual was important. For Vladimir and the Dark Circle. It was important for me too, and deep down the corner walls of my heart, I hoped for my desired result.
I jerked from my thoughts when the cries of the young female filtered into the cave and she was dragged in by the witches and dressed in black. I was told she goes by the name, Lily. She was forced into the creek filled with crystalline waters conjured by the power of the four phoenix stones. There was an enormous magic coursing through the place. It was dark and powerful, and precisely what was needed for tonight’s ritual.
“She is all yours,”
Nikolai turned to me.
I walked closer to the creek, pulling down the hood covering my brown hair. My gaze caught that of the female in the water and the witches took their positions around the water. It was time.
This wasn’t my first time anchoring this ritual. I had anchored it several times after my arrival here in Oasis. And I was beginning to lose count of the number of times I had anchored it. But unfortunately, none of the rituals yielded the result Vladimir desired. None at all. It was either the vessel was too weak or the magic wasn’t strong enough to contain it.
We were about to perform a kind of ritual that was deemed impure and dark a thousand years ago. A resurgent ritual. A necessary ritual that would give Vladimir what he wanted and that was access to Shota’s magic.
It was one of the darkest and most powerful magic that had existed at the earliest dawn of magic itself. I had no idea it even existed. It was only a week after I arrived at this place that Vladimir brought me here and apprised me of everything. His plans and the future he envisions for our realm. It was so impeccable that I couldn’t refuse to help.
“Let’s begin,”
I said, as I began to channel the magic of the four phoenix stones. They were ancient stones that held great magic and all four stones together were capable of performing great impossibility.
The witches began chanting, while Nikolai took a step backward. He wasn’t part of tonight’s ritual. I channeled enough magic and the magic from the stones surrounded the water. The pleas and screams from the young female were muffled by the witches’ chants as we began our work. She was struggling in the water in fear, her magic was fighting against the power of the stones, trying to break free.
The witches’ chants intensified and all of a sudden, she sprung out of the water, but I used my magic and held her still in the air.
Jaskier, one of the coven witches brought the dagger to be used specifically for this ritual. I took it from him, moving closer to the young girl’s body that was dangling above the water.
As I brought the blade to her neck, I heard her crying voice at the back of my mind. “Please, help me. Please, I don’t want to die,”
Her eyes welled with tears as I pressed the sharpness of the dagger to her neck.
“Your death is the only way for you to live,”
Without hesitating, I slit her throat, and her body fell back into the water, her blood mixing with the water.
I moved back to the runic symbols with the dagger smeared in her blood. I continued with the witches’ chants and her blood moved from the dagger, dropping on the runic symbol which glowed brightly, causing the water that has been mixed with the girl’s blood to boil rigorously.
We continued the spell, reaching its peak when every torch in the cave died instantly, leaving us in darkness. This had always happened during every one of our rituals. Once again, the ritual didn’t work.
The torches lit back on, and Nikolai moved closer to me.
“What could have happened this time?”
his dark eyes turned on me.
“I don’t know. Maybe we still haven’t found the right vessel,”
I muttered, turning to Jaskier and a few witches. “Get rid of the body,”
My eyes fell once more on the young female floating in the pool of her blood, before exiting the cave.
I left the Dark cave, getting on my horse. It was still at the peak of midnight and the full moon was still up. I held on to the reins of the horse, feeling the usual pain from the scar etched on my palm. It was already a reminder of what needed to be done. We headed towards the Fortress, passing through the village where the prisoners are held before they are taken for their training. Even so late at night, they were still training under the supervision of the Dark Circle army.
I kept on moving on my horse, taking the path to the square that led to the Fortress when I saw it. The arrow that was headed my way at great speed, aiming at me. I had a few seconds to move out of the way but for some reason, I didn’t want to. I watched it as its pointed head pierced my shoulder.
I heard the deafening sounds of chaos breaking around. Sybil and Kali surrounded me while the warriors around lunged at the prisoners. But I remained frozen on my horse as I held the arrow I pulled out from my shoulder. It was covered with my blood, and the other end of the arrow had a small attachment to its side. It was a small crafted symbol of a place I never thought I’d see in a long while. I felt my cold hand tremble as I fought the urge to gaze into the crowd of prisoners that were handled by the warriors. My heartbeat began to drum in a different rhythm as I tried my hardest to repress my emotions that were about to resurface.
As Sybil and Kali rushed closer to my side, I used my magic and turned the arrow into dust, sticking the small object to my dress.
Before they could ask, I spoke. “I am fine. Let’s keep moving.”
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
Dayson was the alpha of the largest pack in North America. Powerful figures from other packs sought to offer gorgeous girls as potential mates for Dayson. He steadfastly rejected these advances, he was not a pawn to be manipulated. But eventually there came a mysterious girl he could hardly say No. Who was she?