Magic Under Darkness

Wrath Of Devil Princess

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

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WRATH OF DEVIL PRINCESS

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'... an end once and for all.'

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Alex's violet eyes softened, fading back into their familiar cerulean hue. His fangs retracted as a gentle warmth settled over him, a calming presence that wrapped around him like a long-lost embrace, a place where he belonged with quiet contentment.

As Alex turned within his mate's embrace to face her, a sharp gasp escaped his lips at the sight before him.

Celeste stood there, her hair gleaming as white as freshly fallen snow, and her eyes—a striking scarlet, with even the sclera glowing in that same intense, otherworldly shade.

Despite everything, Alex didn't hesitate.

He leaned forward, pressing his head against her chest, wrapping his arms around her with a fierce hold. Fear still lingered within him, yet he felt an unexpected sense of calm and composure.

Meanwhile, Celeste stood rigid, her anger simmering just beneath the surface.

Celeste had been consumed by fury ever since Alex had been taken from her. Now, that rage had fully entwined with her, becoming part of her very being as her gaze fell upon his clawed chest and the unfamiliar mark seared into his shoulder—a mark that was not hers.

"Oh, look who's here? Finally decided to show—" Katherine's taunt was cut short as Celeste snapped her fingers. In an instant, a sickening crack echoed through the air as Katherine's body fractured, splintering and crumbling until all that remained was a heap of bloody ashes scattered across the ground.

Alex tried to look behind him, but Celeste held his nape firmly, keeping his gaze pressed to her chest. She turned, bringing Alex with her, but realized that he might still catch a glimpse of what she was about to do from his current angle. Swiftly, she covered his eyes with her hand, gently turning him until he was nestled securely against her, his back now against her chest. Together, they faced forward, while behind them, Katherine's bloody ashes lay scattered on the ground.

One hand firmly gripped his waist, anchoring him in place, while her other hand remained over his eyes, shielding him from the storm of wrath she was about to unleash.

The wrath that brewed within her was something she desperately didn't want him to witness.

The wrath of the devil princess.

If he caught sight of her hellish wrath, Celeste was utterly convinced that he might suffer a heart attack before she could even react.

That was simply not an option.

At that moment, her anger surged so fiercely that she could hardly contain herself; she felt an overwhelming desire to obliterate the very world from where she stood.

Celeste surrendered to her rage, and as she did, a flurry of large black feathers began to cascade around her. Her scarlet eyes glimmered with intensity as dark horns erupted from her head.

At that moment, she resolved to bring everything to an end once and for all.

More witches and wizards, along with the entire vampire race, gathered to retaliate for the death of their leader, Katherine Saxon. Yet, they stood no chance; a number of them were captured by Celeste's men, and those who dared to approach her found themselves met with her icy glare and within mere seconds, their bodies fractured, crumbling into bloodied ashes, sharing the same fate as their fallen leader.