His white hair whipped around his face as his silver eyes glowed down at the rows of hooded Fae who stood before him.
He fingers tapped rapidly against his black throne made out of the black bones of his victims.
She was dead, Lenora was fucken dead. His heart filled with rage as the room turned darker.
"Nothing was left of the Hag." One of his council stated.
He grunted out as he thought about Lenora blown to little pieces of black goo. The Hag was dead.
"Let me bring them in My Lord." Her voice caused the Dark One's lips to curve up in.
He looked over to see his beautiful blonde warrior. So fierce, so strong. Her hair was nearly white with strands of gold slipped in between. Her eyes, the purest of gold. She wore a stunning dress that stuck to her curves, shimmering even against his dark tendrils.
His terrifying helper, and probably the only person he thought would be able to Kill his son.
"No yet." He ordered as he looked back at his council.
"Not yet."
YOU ARE READING
Shielded - The Marilla Chronicles
FantasyThe Last of her Kind. Marilla fights every Obstacle the Dark One throws at her. But her deadliest threat arrives in the form of the Dark Prince, Malaki her heart is torn. Darkness is tempting for the Last remaining Mermaid. Will she Fight and Swim...
