War of Blood

I stood there, in the darkly furnished room of the castle. The meeting had begun and Azaria was the one speaking. The woman whom I had met only a few hours before the meeting of the Order. She seemed to have great influence on the men here.

And just as everyone had began to protest her idea, they fell silent. The wind grew louder and the rain fell harder as the Prince entered the meeting room. His hair black as death and his eyes brown like the mountains. He wore black clothing to match the furniture it seemed and his head was held proud and high as his people bowed before him. All except for Azaria, only because she was his cousin she was allowed to not bow before him.

"Callion" Azaria scoffed, "It's quite nice of you to make an appearance" sarcasm slipped off her tongue and a smirk played across his lips.

I had only ever known the clouds in my life. They danced around my shining sun and shielded me from darkness. But now there was this darkness blooming around me that felt as though my sun and his moon collided into a foggy mess. My world was gray. A color I had never known before.

With warring Kingdoms and mythical species such as shifters, elves, giants, and angels, etc. preparation for the undoubted war that will soon arise have taken place. Which means spies, secret militias, and secret orders. Adira Devereaux has left her family's cottage in the country to move in with her Uncle and join the secret order of Ataraxis. But with a dark duchess as their spokesperson and a seemingly grim Prince at the reigns of the operation, it's only a matter of time before the war starts. And Adira could be the only one to stop it, or the one who will ignite the world war.