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Nice update

Abhay face maithli very good without any breakdown.

Love sid and his leg pulling to Abhay

Originally posted by: Supervampire

Nice update

Abhay face maithli very good without any breakdown.

Love sid and his leg pulling to Abhay

thanks so much! 😃

I always love writing Sid and Abhay teasing each other 🤣

Well i am liking metz so far. She is evil and she is proactive a good combination in villains. 😈

And meghu you pulled it off nicely again. That was one saucy part. It was a thorough enjoyment indeed! ❤️☺️

Keep going. Look forward to what metz brings to abhay and how he retaliates 👍🏼

Originally posted by: Abhaythevampire

Well i am liking metz so far. She is evil and she is proactive a good combination in villains. 😈

And meghu you pulled it off nicely again. That was one saucy part. It was a thorough enjoyment indeed! ❤️☺️

Keep going. Look forward to what metz brings to abhay and how he retaliates 👍🏼

Glad you’re liking her character 😆 I had to think a lot when writing her too lol

what more do you expect from a tharki? 🤣☺️ There will be more where that came from 😉

Nice update. The confrontation between Maithili and him was really good

mind blowing chapter

finally abhay came face to face with maithali

abhay didn't fall weak he stood for pia in front of that maithali even ready to kill her👏

omg abhiya's romance part was surprise but totally love it❤️

what a beautiful & sizzling romantic abhiya got☺️

both abhiya were on fire ☺️

look like siddharth got a hint abt abhiya's romance😉

abhay is so naughty & pia was so blushing😆

continue soon

Originally posted by: cuteariya

mind blowing chapter

finally abhay came face to face with maithali

abhay didn't fall weak he stood for pia in front of that maithali even ready to kill her👏

omg abhiya's romance part was surprise but totally love it❤️

what a beautiful & sizzling romantic abhiya got☺️

both abhiya were on fire ☺️

look like siddharth got a hint abt abhiya's romance😉

abhay is so naughty & pia was so blushing😆

continue soon

We all love sizzling Abhiya 😉❤️☺️ thank you dear! 🤗

Chapter 74

I’m Home

Power dynamics only existed for the sake of existing in the supernatural, back when she was first alive. Just empty words and cautions that no one ever followed. For those same supernatural to band together and create some sort of structure and rule, it didn’t come as a welcoming change to Maithili. She didn’t like those with more power than her.

This castle had no business being larger and grander than her palace.

She sat in a small dirt patch hidden behind a few trees and bushes, putting her at a reasonable distance between her and the castle that The Circle carried out their duties in. The headquarters in Prague. Between her palms, a mound of dirt, mud, sticks and stones took the shape of the castle. Down to the finest details, inside and out. Built from nature, to be destroyed by nature.

She unfastened a stone from around her neck, which only hung on a flimsy piece of twine. A jagged stone that glowed like she had caught the moon from the sky. It housed a powerful soul that once belonged to a young siren that she found on her way here. Another Mark of Celeste, the name these people gave to those special souls.

I liked your scales. Very pretty, she had whispered to the decaying corpse, kicking it into the lake from which it lived. One such scale also hung from the twine. It was colored like a rainbow.

Maithili liked rainbows.

The stone vibrated between her fingers, bursting with power. She pressed it into the ground, burying it at the foot of the stairs in her magnificent sculpture. She drew a circle of runes around it on the ground, which glowed red upon completion.

Fire….or storm? None of these people can drown so….

She glanced at the puppets behind her, two deceased vampires only being held up by her magic. Their eyes were hollowed black orbs, and hearts staked and tore out, oozing of dark energy. Between them, one lone werewolf. Still alive, but not in its own control. Around its furry collar, a glass orb resided, that seeped into the skin and merged with the strings of the heart and mind. Completely under her control. They would do the difficult work for her. She had a possible ally in there, down in the dungeons. A temporary pawn that could prove quite useful in the future. After all, the enemy of an enemy was a friend.

You’ll make her suffer in my absence, won’t you?

She considered those inside. Witches were fleshy and vulnerable like normal humans. Vampires hated sun and silver. Fairies hated pure iron. Countless other supernatural creatures were there with their countless weaknesses. Lots of things to play with. Maithili giggled like a little child and leaned her head from side to side.

“I would love a nice rainy night. Then maybe a rainbow will come.”

In the palm of her hand, she gathered the wandering mist in the air. It rolled into a ball and formed a small storm cloud. Above the mud castle this cloud rumbled, swirling with bolts of electricity that she made from rubbing her fingers together.

Mimicking the environment of the little castle, the storm clouds that always circled above the actual building gathered into one giant thunderous cloud, throwing heavy and hot bolts of lightening down at the crackling stone. The ground rumbled, and chunks of stone flung themselves out of the walls.

“Go. Bring her to me.”

The puppets were commanded by the slight of her hand, to bring back the one who shared a similar goal. Harboring a potent revenge. Faster than light, the trio rushed inside past the panicked audience, down towards the underground. Maithili cracked her knuckles, and smiled.

This is so simple. Or maybe, I’ve gotten stronger.

Her pleasure with the situation was then ruined with the struggle of her most prized prisoner. Something only possible thanks to that siren. Behind her, an elderly woman decorated with vines and flowers over a white gown stood bound with thorny shackles, watched angrily and helplessly as the vagabond princess amused herself with the power of natural creation without sense.

Her emerald green eyes glowed bright. Their shared past almost became as similar as it was today. But back then, Maithili was young and dependent on others. Now, she was capable of operating on her own.

Nature grit her teeth and fought at the restraints at her own detriment. The thorns poked holes into her body, like holes in the leaves of a tree.

“You will rue the day you and your kind stepped foot on this earth.” She hissed.

“I will rue the day I didn’t decide capture earlier, you old hag. You got away last time, but now your power is mine.”

The stone glowed so bright that it could permanently blind a human.

“This physical world runs on my rules. I am Nature itself. Your time with me is short, I promise you.”

“What if I get a hold of Time too? Then? You’ll spend eternity in my grasp.”

“That will never happen. You need another one of those.” She hinted at the stone. Maithili laughed.

“Don’t worry about the soul. I already know of another.”

She already made Nature her prisoner. And yet Nature ran her tongue at her? She pushed the elder being to the ground, constricting her more with thick vines emerging from the soil.

“Quiet. I run the show now.”

The screams from the inside were of no match to the booming thunder and raging fires. Fleeing visitors to the headquarters scurried out, only to be squashed like bugs under her thumb. Weakened or dead, she didn’t care. Anything to show who was in charge. All the souls of the dead floated to her, collected in that same stone.

“So weak. They shouldn’t be the ones ruling anyways. I should.”

Many who survived were trying to stop the destruction. Spells and sheer strength were being used to counteract and protect themselves. Maithili only made it stronger. She wanted to go elsewhere, and this was taking too long.

How long will you fight? Won’t you tire?

She watched it ensue like a a spectator at a play. Front row seats. A fog enveloped her arms, distracting her from her entertainment. She felt a familiar presence behind her, and heard the footsteps of countless others with it.

“My my, your highness. Looks like you’ve been quite engaged since you escaped.”

Maithili turned a side eye. Many of her kind were here, Ayushmaan leading. He didn’t look too different from when she last saw him, save for a new scar, when he decided to flee instead of helping her out of capture. He chuckled and leaned forward, closer to her ear.

“Where have you been, Maithili? This wasn’t the plan.”

So much planning, all lying in waste and ruin. He stared the small vial in his palm, that contained the wisp of her spirit. The remaining fragment. It finally did its job and led them to her. Angry that she had been discovered so soon, she snatched it from his hands, crushing it in her fist. The bleeding was forgettable.

“To hell with your plans.”

She stood up, brushing her hair back and shining with regality. The last wisp was free from the glass prison following its destruction, and soaked itself into her body. She exhaled, feeling whole, then looked at him, laughing square at his vexed expression.

“I was busy.” She said, torturing Nature with the thorns some more.

“Busy controlling Nature, it seems. I’m impressed.”

“Please. I don’t need your flattery.”

She didn’t have full trust in him, or any of them. Cowards, all of them. But she didn’t need to reveal that. At least they put in a stronger effort to free her, even if she needed up doing it herself.

“How uncouth of me to assume.” He stepped back, and with the rest, initiated a bow for their queen. Nature stared on in horror.

Maithili didn’t miss them, but she did miss the attention. She gave a smug smile, and stood high and mighty before them.

“Welcome home, your highness.”

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“Lachlan, any progress?”

Seraphina peeked her head into one of the spell-casting rooms on the third floor of the east wing. The warlock shook his head at her, dashing the urn of potion across the table in frustration. It dripped all over the floors and rug. He adjusted his glasses and dismissed the other wiccan from the room.

A globe sat in the center, markings etched into the wood at certain locations. But none were the place he was looking for. Again, Lachlan pulled out his notes and began to scrawl something into them. Seraphina checked over his shoulder.

He has terrible handwriting.

“If she’s truly alone, she’s incredibly meticulous. I haven’t been able to detect any concentrated sources of life essence anywhere.”

“How long have you been going at this? You look exhausted.”

Unlike the Vitael, normal wiccan couldn’t continually perform magic in risk of their bodies overexerting themselves. It was dangerous to over use magic, without frequent proper rest.

“I can’t rest until I find her. I failed our kind in failing to keep her at bay.”

Lachlan remembered the day he sealed Maithili away with great pride. It was shortly after the incident that he was given a seat in the main council, courtesy of Dragomir himself, for his power and prowess.

I failed. I failed you, Dragomir.

Seraphina pat his shoulders reassuringly and poured him a cup of tea. He pushed up his glasses again and set the notes aside as she handed him the mug.

“Thanks, Sera.”

“Don’t thank me. I’m getting paid to do this.”

“We don’t get paid though.”

“Just let me joke on occasion, for Pete’s sake.”

He chuckled, a deep portly laughter, and nodded. Seraphina let him be and checked the globe for herself.

“Was she the kind to hide for this long?”

“Not that I recall. An impatient woman she was. Can’t imagine centuries sealed away would do that tendency much good.”

She turned the globe slowly, more so out of curiosity for the places he thought Maithili could have gone to. Just then, a singular mark on it began to glow with an intensity to match that of the full moon. Over their present location.

“It’s glowing….here….”

Lachlan set his tea down and hurried over, examining the point.

“That is indeed here. Nearby.”

They looked at each other, then at the open window. Winds howled inside and out. A storm was brewing and the sky got darker.

Boom.

Seraphina grabbed his sleeve as the first bolt of lightening stuck the castle. They dove to the floor, waiting for the next strike. Torches fell upon books to the grounds, and ignited rugs and tapestries. The walls shook and began to crumble by the pebble.

“We need to go. Now.”

Seraphina cast a teleportation spell for the two of them upon standing up. Weapons began to fly behind them, and makeshift stakes torn out of bookshelves flew in through the rooms. Killing on sight, without mercy. Poisonous metals emerged from the ground and formed into the deaths of many inside.

The Circle’s castle was falling apart. Some survivors set up a shield for themselves outside, in the open field far from the castle. But many were wounded. Seraphina set Lachlan down in the grass there, and looked at the crumbling stronghold. There were likely more stuck inside.

I think I can save more….

She teleported back inside, wandering the burning halls for any more survivors. Around her feet lay piles of ash and bloody stakes, as well as the corpses of her companions. A fairy found herself diving under Seraphina’s hair to hide.

“It’s okay…” she whispered. “We’ll be fine.”

A steel sword flew past her cheek, cutting it open. Blood spilled over her favorite blouse and shoes. It all happened so fast, she didn’t realize when she collapsed afterwards. A trail of fairy dust moved away from her. She hoped that fairy would it out.

I can’t be dying right? It’s just a trivial cut.

She touched her cheek. Her hand came back soaked completely in blood. What a pathetic way to die, she thought, if she were actually dying. She wasn’t sure. Her head was pounding.

“No….I can make….”

Her strength was leaving as quickly as the blood in her body. She hoped hell was welcoming. It would be her next destination.

Is it in the sky instead of underground, and cold instead of hot? Sure feels like it….

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A daughter had returned home. Alone, to face the fear of the prospect. She felt like she had broken a promise to herself, or given up on a strict resolve. It was hard to stay away after all.

I’m home….Maa, Baba.

Mandu pushed the doors of the palace open, staring blankly into the vast hallway. Char, dust and cobwebs covered the walls and old portraits. Crickets chirped in their corners, and rats scurried over the torn up rugs. She painted a veil of the past over her eyes, imagining it all in its former beauty. That made it easier to walk in. One step, two steps, then three. She imagined her younger self, running down the halls, gleeful as a child could be. Happy, and full of brightness.

It was cruel of Fate to make her despise the sight of this place, but now she couldn’t help herself. Without informing anyone at home, she ventured out.

Only for a few minutes. That’s it.

Now that Maithili was out free, she didn’t have the primary fear to come back home. It was a twisted reassurance. She wiped her tears, and touched the portrait of her parents, where only their faces was untouched by the fire. The empty hallways, the doors swinging on rusted hinges, vases without flowers, everything had a place in her memories. Up the stairs, she went straight into her old bedchambers, a whole other bounty of memory. Where she and Siddharth confessed their love for each other out loud, where they spent the beginnings of their married life, and where their son was born.

She opened the balcony doors, carefully to not break them apart. Cracks riddled them like intricate patterns. The moonlight landed upon the floor, just behind her. The sight of the burnt cradle, rocking just barely around its bars, made a creaking sound that unsettled her. Just where she left it the morning of that fateful day, almost imagining her little Vaibhav asleep in it. She touched the decaying wood with her fingers, until it came to a silent rest. There was no baby in it to rock to sleep.

“What are you looking for, didi?”

The voice was sure to sting her ears. She looked at the talisman dangling from her neck, wondering why it wasn’t stopping the sound. Mandu stopped breathing when she realized. If her heart was alive, it would’ve burst forth out of her chest. She stood up and whirled around, face to face with the one person she didn’t ever want to see.

Her luck had seen better days.

Why? Why tonight?

Maithili looked the same as when they last were together, but her smile was not out of love, but mocking and full of false pity. Her anklets chimed against the floor with each step.

“Nothing. I’m looking for nothing.” Mandu asserted, looking away.

Her beast was of the vengeful variety, and it hated the cowardly and silent shell it lived within, that was once a powerful queen. Every thought spinning in her mind was beginning to be influenced by it.

You took everything from me. You don’t deserve to live after what you’ve done.

Mandu’s eyes turned violet, and fangs emerged razor sharp. She didn’t want to fight with a dagger this time, she wanted to rip and tear through her only enemy so brutally that no one would recognize her. Within seconds, her hand tightened around Maithili’s throat.

Maithili just panted and smiled.

“Even you hate me, don’t you? Just like the others.”

She didn’t seem to want to put up a fight. Nothing was happening from her side. Her voice and laugh began to morph into the shouts of another, the longer the two stayed like this. A male voice, calling her name. It sounded familiar, close to the heart.

“Mandu?!”

She looked up, unable to see Maithili anywhere. Her vision cleared, and eyes filled with horror.

“Siddharth? You’re here?”

It was a trick to the eyes. He was bleeding profusely from where she attacked him. She burst into tears, and frantically tried to heal him.

“I’m—-I’m so sorry. I—-“

Siddharth cupped her cheeks, and shook his head.

“I’m okay, my love. I was just worried about you. Neither Abhay nor I knew where you had gone.”

He kissed her forehead. She didn’t know why, but she shivered when his lips touched.

“Come. Let’s go home.”

He held her shoulders and led her outside the gates. Mandu looked at the ground, arms falling in defeat at the side. She looked at Siddharth.

“You…smell different.”

“New perfume, you like it?”

She stared at him briefly, and answered hesitantly in the affirmative. Something wasn’t right. Her heart could feel it.

“You—-“

A shrill cry interrupted her thoughts of suspicion. It came from the path heading deeper into the forest. Like the sound of a crying child.

“Did you hear that?” Siddharth asked.

“It came from that way…” She pointed, smelling blood. “Can we check? There could be trouble.”

“Okay.”

The cry was weakening her. It awakened the horrid memories of when Vaibhav was being snatched from her arms. Together they ran, Mandu leading by just a few steps, deeper into the forest.

“Look!” She exclaimed.

A child lay in a patch of leaves. A baby boy. He looked like just Vaibhav. Mandu took slow steps towards him. Was it true? Or where her memories blinding her? Her eyes widened and motherly instinct took over.

“My…baby.”

She cradled him in her arms, reminiscent of her days spent with him when she was human. The smell of blood came from a small cut over his brow, which she kissed to heal. She tried pointing him out to Siddharth, but he wasn’t there yet. As she held him close to protect him, a sharp humming sound pierced her ears. It got sharper and louder, but she didn’t scream as to not startle her baby. She looked down at him to make sure.

Vai—

She was looking down at nothing. Her arms fell at the sides again. The sound was debilitating. In her vision, she saw Siddharth’s shoes approaching her, but

he wouldn’t help her up. He only stood and laughed.

“Siddharth….”

“Siddharth? Who’s Siddharth?”

The voice changed again. She saw the dual colored eyes of his when he kneeled. A trap, and she had fallen into it. Ayushmaan flashed her a sinister smile.

“Why—-“

“Why? Because your sister wants to meet you, but you won’t willingly meet her. That’s why.”

He brushed her hair aside from her lovely features as she struggled against the binds around her wrists and feet. She tried to bite him as a last resort, but he always swiped his hand away at the right moment.

“Our queen requests your audience. Don’t worry, she won’t take too much of your precious time.”

Forgot about tags lol 🤣

Nice chapter meghs. Nature is captured. What hell metz plan to unleash on the world? 🤓😲😈

And i am curious to know why she wants to meet her sister? And what is abhay doing ?