Alistair's Vow

Alistair



"Any news about her?" Draven asked the guards, they remained mum for a few seconds before one of them shook his head sighing in defeat.

"No, your highness,"

My fists clenched in anger, and I grabbed the handle of the throne. The gems settled on it started cracking and the pedestal shook. More than a month that girl had been gone, just days before her 20th birthday when I could snatch the locket from her and get rid of the locket.

All those years she had stayed a mum statue and then out of the blue she flew away like a bird. She escaped the tight security as if it was nothing.

I had definitely mistook her years of silence as her weakness, I should have tortured her enough so that she wouldn't have had dared to escape. I should have had shown her any mercy.

"Julian, bring the witch here. Right now!" The guards flinched at the loud voice, as always their eyes were covered in fear, and soon as my stare darted at them they bowed their head fixing their fear-covered eyes on the floor.

Julian nodded at order and walked out of the throne hall. Draven dismissed the guard's room after his departure.

My blood was boiling as every second was passing by.

I needed that girl at any cost, and get rid of her soon as possible.

She would be a great problem in the future if I didn't kill her, she might not have had acknowledged her powers yet but I knew the fire that lay inside her.

I have to finish her before her powers awaken. She could burn us down if she gets to get a hold of the powers that run in her veins, along with the pureblood and the spirit of the goddess.

We had never feared anyone, but that one girl had snatched the peace of our mind.

I needed to kill her at any bloody cost.

"The witch's here," Draven's voice brought me back from my chain of thoughts.

I looked at the doorway and saw the witch entering the room walking behind Julian as he kept his hold on the metal chains wrapped around her. Her horrible smell filled the atmosphere, the smell of blood mixed in the air that came from her blood-soaked clothes.

She flashed us a smile taking slow steps one by her, her movements were weak and forced. The broken teeth horrible of her and disheveled black hair were almost unbearable to look at.

I motioned to a guard and threw a piece of raw meat in front of her, her eyes covered in greed and hunger and she tried to advance toward the treat but Julian tugged at her chain stopping her from reaching the meal.

She began struggling like a dog getting strangled.

"You'll only get that if you give us the right information," Draven decided to speak, "Listen to what King says very carefully!"

I looked at the witch who still didn't stop her attempts, she was desperate to get to that piece of meat as if her life depended on it.

"I want it...I want it, I want it," She motioned at it with her long rusty nails, her busted lips parting at the sight of the flesh, her mouth salivating

She tried to advance again but Draven tugged the chains tighter that made her stumble but her attempts were not stopping the slightest bit. It could be compared to ones where the thirsty man in the desert gets to water's sight after days.

"Stop!" I ordered and stood up slamming my hand on the throne that made the crack visible on the floor, her movements instantly stilled like a frozen glaze upon my movement and she cowered in fear.

"You are brought here for a certain reason," I seethed picking up the sword and moving toward her with my super speed and placing the sword right on her throat.

"You'll give us the information we need, take your treat, and will be thrown again in the jail. Do you get that?!"

She fearfully nodded and bowed her head.

"Good, now get to work and give me the information of Isabelle Morgan Yearwood." I pulled out a piece I had torn from Isabelle's cloth and threw it at the witch.

She grabbed it and brought it to her nose, sniffing the smell and I saw the goosebumps rise on her skin. The sigh slipped past her lips.

"Heavenly...." She breathed out," She is from heaven...." She slowly got to her knees and placed the fabric on her lap.

His nails traced along with it, and she started chanting her spells. The green light emitted from the fabric and circulated. A strange wind gathered around and the smell from the single piece of her cloth soon overpowered the nasty scent of the witch who was now performing her spell.

Her smell left me astonished even, it wasn't this strong before. The notes of roses and honeysuckle with the warmth were ethereal.

I could see Draven and Julian glancing at each other, both equally surprised by the scent.

But then along with her enchanting scent, there was another scent that joined. A smell of royal blood.....A Lycan, a powerful one indeed. It had the aura of the dangerous predator that many Lycans can't have.

The confusion drew upon me and my brothers but then the witch began speaking again.

"She has let her wings spread and opened the door of her heart..." She spoke, her voice stretching out each of the words, "The season of love is knocking there and it's just one step afar...." She stopped, her hand lifting the cloth with her eyes still closed.

A smile tugged at her lips, "He is there, her protector for eternities. The heart of the angel has now connected with the king just like the imperishable bond of their souls,"

Bond of the souls......That means the smell of that powerful Lycan that I sensed was because he was her mate.

He had taken her and that's why even searching in the forest for days we couldn't find her! Bloody hell!

The witch paused and after a long pause,  she began laughing.

"Death......" She laughed.

"Everyone who will try to separate them will die...." Her laughs began echoing the entire halls, "He will not let anyone take her away, the monster will surface and crush everything at the signs of the enemy of his soulmate. The storm will arise. Either the sky will win or the dark abyss."

My fists began clenching at her words, the anger surging within my body. The meaning behind her words triggered it even more.

Julian noticed my expression and kicked at the witch's back which made her fall to the ground.

"Tell us what we need to hear, give us her location!" He grabbed a fistful of her hair and slammed her head against the floor, "We have not called you here to praise about her or anyone else!"

The witch hissed and sat up straight before she chanted her spell again.

It was only a minute when the green rays turned dark and a gust of wind brushed past all of our bodies, leaving the witch gasping for air and all three of us stumbling on our places.

"She is being protected...." She panted, her energy had seemed to be lessened thousands of times more than it was when she had walked into here, "The intertwined had made the shadow of the moon fall upon her and the rays of the sun engulf her in the newly found freedom. I can't learn her location. She has sheltered away from evil."

I closed my eyes to calm myself, I felt like breaking every pillar of the palace, destroying everything.

"No one can hurt her," The witch breathed out shaking her head, "The end is unavoidable."

A decade ago what Isabelle's father Bradon Yearwood had spat rang inside of my head upon her statement.

"Your end is unavoidable!"

My eyes fluttered open, the feeling of the uncertainty crawling up my skin felt like a burden I had to wipe away along with Isabelle and her mate.

"What's the name of her mate?! Tell me the fucking name!" I shouted and the witch flinched again.

"Kaden Moretti" She spoke up.

"Give us the details, what's his identity and from where belongs!" Draven said.

"I can't, they are under the protective shadow of the creator."

"We'll find him out and kill him along with his dear mate, he can't stay hidden from Alistair for long," I said through gritted teeth and walked towards my throne but then the Witch said something that made me halt in my place.

"Your majesty, the stars are at their sides I advise you to be careful," Her words ended with a loud laugh," Because no matter how deep and dark the abyss is when the sky decides to let go of the brightness all the elements of the earth get shaken and the ground is the first to be attacked by thunders and the...storms."

Julian slapped her after her sentence and commanded the guards, "Fucking pathetic which, none nave ever succeed in defeating us neither they ever can. We are death itself."

"Take her and lock her in the cell," Draven commanded the guards and they began dragging the witch out of the room.

Her laughter didn't end. The strange feeling that laughter made crawl inside of my veins, increased my restlessness.

None can ever defeat me, I'll find and kill them before that day comes.

They will die and I will win as always. The end will be written on their existences, I will make it happen--It's Alistair Giardini's vow that will be fulfilled at any cost.