Fates Hands novel Chapter 119

Chapter 21-Book 3   

Selena was insane with rage as she watched Dargon fighting on the battlefield. She watched as he came closer and closer. She knew he was coming for her; her two loyal warriors were beside her.

She could do nothing but wait now; she used all her magical powers to get the army out early, she might have a bit left, but it will have to take more blood for her to get to full strength again. There

just wasn’t enough time.

Her magical barriers will work. He won’t get through those. No man can; only a female would get through the barriers. She was worried that the three witches would be with Dargon so he could get to her. (This novel will be daily updtaed at www.noveljar.com)They were nowhere in sight.

Typical of the modern woman always wanting it fair till it is no longer to their advantage. Just as bad as the weak-minded milksops of the past, always lesser than the man. All of them are never realizing their true potential. If they just stayed true to themselves.

She always believes in going after the things you want no matter who or what stands in your way.

She turned to her two loyal slaves.

“I want you both to circle the battle and get into the main house, kill all you find there and bring me the head of the oldest sister.” (2

They ran off to complete their mistresses task.

In the darkness, a very tall and dark figure stood waiting till this very moment, the moment when she would break their contract. All the luck and grace that the contract gave her dissipated like mist in the sun at that fatal order.

All that she had left was her immortality and what magic she could conjure. He laughed at that; not much left… is there?

He watched the witch with a gleeful look in his eyes; soon, I will have another plaything and a myriad of souls to add to my garden of sin.

He watched now for the end; he would take her soul as his property for all eternity into the pit of fire. He wasn’t allowed to participate in the battle or strike her down dead with his hand. He had to use another for that purpose: old rules and all that nonsense.

All the Bennet women and Mr. Bennet watched all the fighting on the monitors in the panic room, knowing that this was just a tiny portion of it. It was not easy to watch.

As they watched, Marnie noticed that two horrible-looking Lions were sneaking up on the house on one of the monitors. They looked solid and formidable but felt and looked dead simultaneously. (This novel will be daily updtaed at www.noveljar.com)They had been tainted by evil.

She noticed that they were heading for the cavern entrance where all the nonfighting shifters hid, including infants and tiny cubs. She knew that it was rigged to explode, not wanting to risk the chance that it could do more harm than good; she knew she had to stop those lions.

Mr.Bennet was turning to leave. Marnie knew that he had a bad leg that was why he retired. She put her hand on his shoulder.

“No, I will take care of these two.”

“You are pregnant, my daughter. It is too much risk.”

“My father, do not worry, I will not be in my human nor my wolf form. I will be Lycan. I am in the early stages. It won’t hurt the baby, and there will be extra protection around that area of my body.”

With that, Marnie was going out the door, already shifting into her Lycan form, her clothes shredded in a trail after her.

The two Lions thought that they must have found the weak spot in the defenses; they could smell the delicious scent of cubs and the soft flesh of females coming from the direction they were heading.(This novel will be daily updtaed at www.noveljar.com)

So focused on the scent of prey that they didn’t notice the dark figure running behind them. They were only aware when they heard behind them an earth-shaking growl.

By then, it was too late; the Lycan had already torn the first lion into two pieces as she went for the second one. It tried to get away, but she was too quick; she grabbed it by the tail and swung it high in the air, then slammed it down to the ground.

In a loud wet crack, the lion’s head exploded off the body. She took its head and punted it off into the distance. She then headed back to the panic room.”

Mr. Bennet turned to Mrs. Bennet with a look of shock and pride on his face.

“Remind me, my dear, never to piss off our daughter-in-law.” (23

Dargon was a one warrior killing machine, slashing and dismembering any who came near him. He looked like an ancient immortal god of war; he was covered in blood from the battle, his eyes and mind focused. Nothing could surprise him or take him down.

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