TAMAS: The Rise of Dark

Chapter 14 - Havoc

Hey good people!

Yeah I know I was gone for a long time more than two week….

But my exams are coming and I hardly get any time. I miss my time on wattpad! But work is work!

Thanks for being so patient with me!!

Some of you might think I’m gonna keep this story on hold forever but it isn’t true!

This story is like my little baby! I won’t leave it vulnerable. Since my exams are coming I won’t be updating frequently but I assure to be updating like before as soon as my exams are over!!

Meanwhile please remember me and don’t stop loving this story!! J

>> Cover on the side by @verissa

Dedicated to her because of the lovely cover she made for me. It’ll remind you of the ICE PALACE.

>>IMPORTANT NOTE AT THE END<<

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Previously in Bond between the splits :-

For Caladrius it all happened in awfully slow motion. Rebekah’s disconnected hand thudding against the floor and blood mixed with lava oozing out from her arms. He snapped his head towards Rebekah and found her eyes rolling back and head collapsing on the table with a bang.

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“AMELIAAAAAAA…….…” this summon echoed through not only the palace but the entire universe.

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Chapter 14

Picking her head gently Caladrius placed it on his lap. He’s extra careful so as not to snap her neck. The damn liquid in her veins diluting her bones rapidly.

“I’m sorry” Caladrius’s voice as thick as ever.

“Please wake up! For me! For-”, taking a pause he put his palm lightly on the baby’s forehead and completed “-us. See we’re complete now.” He pleaded.

Amelia wasted no time in reaching the north wing’s room. She better knew any delay would mean a death sentence. But what she saw there made her soul cringe in fear. Queen Rebekah’s condition was never good. Amelia already knew worst would happen during the birth of the new successor yet the scene in front of her eyes was making her back off.

One with a strong heart could surpass the sight but the thick stench of blood and wounded flesh floating in the air was enough to make both Amelia and Dakota want to hurl. Covering her nose, Amelia tottered to Rebekah.

Dakota remain rooted to his spot. His eyes trailing over to the baby’s little form and then to the queen. Queen’s battered body unveiling the mask of innocence worn by the baby. Dakota somehow felt disgusted by himself for being one of the many reasons for the queen’s misery. Guilt consumed his being. Being the King’s wise man, he involuntarily got involved in the work.

With shaking hands, Amelia started to examine Rebekah. Blind in her fear, she has yet to notice the new successor of the dark.

The moment her eyes travelled across the sunken breasts of Rebekah down to her missing stomach, her eyes turned to the size of saucers.