In a world where prophecies dictate fate, four unsuspecting teenagers are drawn together by an ancient promise. Mira, Braze, Kian, and Xen lead seemingly ordinary lives on Earth, unaware of their true identities and a mission that spans dimensions. But as they uncover their shared destiny, secrets unravel, and loyalties are tested. The discovery of a mythical weapon becomes a catalyst for a perilous journey, and the ultimate choice awaits: friendship or clan, love or sacrifice. Unveil the mysteries, confront the Watchers, and explore the power within in this thrilling tale of destiny, deception, and the battle for Earth's and Chemora's future.
Mira's POV: A sneak peek into the Future
It was such a dark night that even the moonlight felt heavy over my shoulder blades.
I was in my new school uniform. Blood dripped from various pores, staining the white and maroon dress. I quickly pulled out the black cloak from my bag and flipped it over my head and school bag.
The street was as empty as my soul, and it seemed like it would be a struggle for me to get a ride.
I pulled out my phone from my pocket.
I tried pressing on the cracked and shattered screen repeatedly, but as expected, without success. It hadn't blacked out but was useless. It was a miracle I still had it in my pocket in that form and had not completely lost it after what I had been through that night.
Just then, I saw a taxi coming right in my direction. Possibly the luckiest event in my history
The driver jerked into a stop as I came right in front of it.
"Damn it, girl... If you are suicidal, go somewhere else to die."
I gave him a look that I knew he would never forget.
" Nah! I'm not willing to die yet. I just need a ride."
I flung myself inside the back seat and closed the door tightly.
"Where to? I mean the address? He asked. I guess I should have given him a head start. That might have been a mistake.
"Straight to the eastern cemetery."
He didn't look back at me for the rest of the ride. And the moment we reached the cemetery, he could barely wait to see me leave. He didn't even wait to take the money for the ride. He just left. Quite perplexed, to my amusement.
The guard was fast asleep when I jumped inside the walls of the cemetery.
They should be waiting.
The three Musketeers in my life It didn't matter if I loved them or hated them; it seemed like we were stuck together for eternity. Such was our destiny.
As I walked, I could feel the charge in the air, which could only mean that the boys were just getting started with their prey.
Braze, Kian, and Xen Every girl's desire, every boy's envy
"Mira, you are late."
Braze said with a voice that was grumpy, and he didn't even look at me. His eyes were fixed on the silhouette that he had pinned to thin air.
"Did you have to visit Chemora again? It was Kian who asked, but he didn't wait to hear my answer. He had to fling himself forward to restrain the silhouette, which was now taking on a gigantic shape.
"Let her breathe, you guys. Can't you see she looks exhausted already? Let's wrap this one up by ourselves tonight. Mira, you can stand aside and guide us if we cannot do it right. "
With that, Xen jumped into the action.
The silhouette was obviously too powerful for them. It was dragging the three of them along all at once.
The silhouette was actually the distorted soul of a dark mage. A shifter mage, to be precise. They escape into our planet Earth from their own world, called Chemora.
When they take human form, the darkness in them amplifies and manifests itself. It takes complete control over their soul. These dark mages are engaged in spreading corruption across our planet. Though I am not sure if we can really call it 'our earth', You see, all four of us were born in Chemora.
So, let's get back to the topic of the dark mages. The problem with their intensified darkness was that, even after getting killed, their souls lingered behind and formed a shell around it, like a ghost. As if forming its own entity. And these forms wreaked havoc on the common folks. It threatened to expose the secret of the world where we came from.
But that is another story.
Before going into that narration, let me try telling you about the dynamics that I shared with the boys only a couple of years ago.
Phew! My life was so different.
Hold on; before we go back to the present, where my life was nothing less than normal, let me take you where it all began.
***in the other world***
Somewhere in the Past
He was running with a blade hidden under his cloak.
He was running as his feet left footsteps behind, inked by the blood that dripped from that blade.
His purple eyes were looking everywhere. He was looking for an exit. He was looking for a door to get the hell out of that hell.
His handsome forehead was sweating profusely. The wound on his head was still fresh, and blood was trickling down from the back of his ears.
He closed his eyes as his ears trembled with the piercing scream of his wife.
She was being murdered. I beg your pardon; murder would be a very civilized word to describe what she was facing. She was being butchered.
But he did not go back to her.
He had something wrapped under his cloak that he was holding with his other hand. He was holding that warm bundle very tight. And as the screams of his wife finally started fading, he held that bundle even tighter with all his might.
He somehow managed to break into a gallop despite his legs trembling.
When he was almost at a dead end, he heard footsteps drawing very close to where they were.
He touched the solid stone walls with his hands and tapped them as if expecting a magical door to open and get him out of there, but nothing was happening.
The footsteps kept getting closer and closer. And his heart seemed like it would jump out of his chest.
Just then, the little bundle in his hand moved. His eyes shot out in panic.
"! Shhhhh! He tried rocking it back to sleep, afraid that its cries would be the death knell for him.
But the baby was unable to understand what the situation demanded. It let out a shrieking yell for its mother, probably because it was hungry.
He tried to silence the baby with his other hand as the blade fell to the ground. He pressed hard so that he could muffle the sound of its cries and ducked under the piles of wooden tables that lay in the corner.
But he could see that there was no denying the inevitable. He gagged the baby with a piece of cloth that he tore from his cloak.
He placed it on the solid, cold floor. Then, after sparing it one last glance, he ran towards the footsteps.
"Stop running here and there. What you are looking for is right here. Come and get me if you can, cowards... "
And with that, he ran.
He ran in the opposite direction, far away from where he had left the helpless child.
At first, the baby was moving its hands and feet desperately. At least it was trying to, but the swaddle was too tight. It couldn't even kick properly. Its eyes shot open. They grew wider and wider as the child tried to gasp for air. But there was no relief. Its efforts only made it more and more scary.
After a few more minutes, its hands and legs dropped. Its breathing gradually slowed down to a point where it could no longer be heard.
The clouds in the sky outside darkened. So dark, one might assume that there was an eclipse. Even the winds blowing outside changed their course.
The clouds started gathering at one particular point. Thunder clouds rumbled and grumbled as they hovered over the stone house.
It started raining as the smell of wet soil filled the air, along with the coppery scent of blood everywhere.
At that very moment, a bright flash of dazzling white light fell on the same spot where the baby was.
The man stopped in his tracks as the deafening clap of thunder followed the lighting on that spot.
He watched as the stones caught fire.
He watched as others shook with the mere intensity of the incident.
He, however, stood there, unhinged, with his hands over his hips.
His purple iris turned orange and yellow as the flames slowly leapt out. The entire place was starting to get consumed. The air was rapidly filling with smoke.
He watched the tongues of the fire dance up towards the heavens with his mouth wide open, and then suddenly he began to laugh.
He began to guffaw as he held his stomach like a lunatic as he sat down on the spot.
He howled in laughter as he saw his pursuers run hither and thither. His cackles got louder as he reclined in his spot to get a better view of the destruction.
He laughed as if he were watching a play that was being performed.
"We did it. We did it."
He looked too amused as he clapped with his hands up in the air, pointing towards heaven. His hair slowly got covered with the flying ashes as he laughed his heart out like a mad man.
Mia always knew she was as ordinary as a girl could be living a life of bliss along with her mother untill the day she died. On her death bed her mother let her know that she was the illegitimate daughter of the ruling Wolf Clan king of the East. But that was not the end of it all.The curse that was chasing her was because of the baby she was carrying in her womb from her husband about whom she knew very little, except the fact that he worked at the Wolf embassy in the mortal world. Something was not right. The curse could only be evoked if there was any illegal 'blood-ties' formed between the Wolf Clan of the East and Fox Clan of the West. Scared, alone, afraid and running from inevitable doom, the only logical conclusion her mind could come to was that, her wolf was infact a fox in wolf's hide.
He wished to burn in front of her throne, His heart craved only her poison. *** Ryan Bane was the Alpha who was left with only two surviving members from his ancient pack . He consented to be the adopted son of the Mafia king as he resembled his dead father and also because he needed to blend into the twenty first century. He was ruthless, he was fierce, a rogue womanizing machine. *** Sherry was a child with a very disturbing past. She lived beside the dump yard with her dying father. *** One fated night the two meet again after what would be centuries. Ryan starts walking down the same path that he had sworn never to tread again. Towards that poison ivy which had caused the downfall of his entire empire.
She was supposed to be just a pawn in the games of throne that I played. A nanny for my Damian and perhaps also a little entertainment in my bedchamber as well. Why then did I have to risk it all for her sake? Why then was I willing to take a second chance? She was just a human. I had not felt this way even for my queen, a mighty dragon. *** Draco was a ruthless Dragon King who only cared about power and position. He and Liana were no match. The only thing connecting them was Damian. Damian was Draco's son from his deceased wife, Kiara. And he happened to slip down to the mortal human world. There he was being raised by Liana who saw him as her own son. Things turn difficult when Lucian, Draco's brother start developing feelings towards Liana just like he had for Kiara, in his heart.
"What happens when the person you were waiting for so long ends up belonging to someone else? " Whom would you blame? .... Peter is the youngest son of Xavier Richards and Suzan Richards. He was born with not a silver but a golden spoon in his mouth. He grew up with a broken heart and loads of emotional burdens. ....... Teresa was an orphan. She suffered innumerable physical traumas. Abuse. But that could never dampen her golden soul. ..... The two that were meant to compliment eachother were pulled close and then apart time and again by the twist of fate...taking us on a journey of a love story that was unconventional.... Controversial. A rich heir... A billionaire... Falling for a mere homeless maid.
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever?
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but Little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.