ROMANCE: BBW PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Bear Prince’s Witch Bride (Bear Shifter Royalty Military Arranged Marriage Romance) (Paranormal Alpha Male Fantasy Romance) by Liza Lightwood Page B
Authors: Liza Lightwood
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decimation of mankind was nothing but cesspools. The chance of survival for anything other than an immortal being was slim, even for a witch. Their magic can only take them so far, and without the essence of earth their power soon dissipates. Every immortal knew that there were only a handful of witches left that remained true to the Coven of the Labyrinth, and so they have become the most wanted individuals on the planet.
“No need to be so hostile Arabella, I assure you, we mean you no harm,” I walked to the window and looked out over the grounds of the compound. "Patience is a virtue, something your kind should be skilled at.”
“My kind and what pray tell is my kind exactly?” she asked and I could sense the ire in her tone.
“You are human, no?”
“Just because I have red blood running through my veins does not put me in the same league as them,” she grated, “they did as much harm to us witches as they did to The Mother.”
The Mother, I dropped my head in an attempt to hide my amusement. These witches and their citations for things otherwise normally known as, the moon, the sun, the earth and whatever else they seem to personify was rather entertaining.
“Indeed they did, which brings me to my next question. How do you feel about Lucifer’s Hordes?”
Her violet eyes flashed a shade of midnight, “What of them?” she asked narrowing her eyes but I could see her fingers working in her palms. She was up to her tricks, trying to read my mind. I suppose the ward placed on this compound by Maura had its benefits after all.
I pushed way from the window and moved closer to the woman and even though the rancid smell from the purged world grew stronger as I move closer to her, there was a distinct and sweeter smell that resonated from her. I hunted through the recesses of my mind, trying to recall which flower she smelled like. It wasn’t a rose, nor was it a gardenia, but whatever it was; it invoked temptation, which I needed to avoid.
I stopped a few feet away from her and although her magic was rendered useless in this place, the power of her femininity drew me in like a magnet finding its true north.
“By your reaction to the mention of their name, I am going to assume there is no love lost for their kind,” I stated, crossing my arms.
“Maybe, but what does this have to do with me?”
“Everything,” I said matter-of-factly.
The doors swung open just as I was about to explain the situation to her, and one of my guards stalked in.
“Major Bernhard, I apologize for interrupting, but we have a situation,” he said, standing at attention.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” I said and he instantly marched out. There was another breach of our compound perimeter. An impending disaster was looming and if we did not act fast, we would face the same fate as the clans up north, I realized. I turned my attention back to the witch and inclined my head.
“Unfortunately duty calls, but we will talk again, in the meantime I have asked one of the servants to take you to your room…”
“Oh no, no you don’t. I refuse to go back to that cold cell,” she chirped in.
“Not the cell, we have a room for you. You’ll find it much more comfortable, now if you’ll excuse me, I really need to attend to an urgent matter.”
Chapter 3
Arabella
I still had no idea why I was here, and the tingling in my fingers was slowly starting to rub me up the wrong way. I could feel the magic swirling around within me like a tornado, but just as I think I can conjure up a spell, the vortex of energy dissipates. The only reasonable explanation for this was that another witch must have cast some sort of binding spell, something that blocks magic, but why?
As I followed the small servant through the long hallways and smaller passages, I couldn’t help but appreciate the collection of historical artefacts that lined the walls. From Persian rugs and ancient weapons, to photographs of the once proud cities that
“No need to be so hostile Arabella, I assure you, we mean you no harm,” I walked to the window and looked out over the grounds of the compound. "Patience is a virtue, something your kind should be skilled at.”
“My kind and what pray tell is my kind exactly?” she asked and I could sense the ire in her tone.
“You are human, no?”
“Just because I have red blood running through my veins does not put me in the same league as them,” she grated, “they did as much harm to us witches as they did to The Mother.”
The Mother, I dropped my head in an attempt to hide my amusement. These witches and their citations for things otherwise normally known as, the moon, the sun, the earth and whatever else they seem to personify was rather entertaining.
“Indeed they did, which brings me to my next question. How do you feel about Lucifer’s Hordes?”
Her violet eyes flashed a shade of midnight, “What of them?” she asked narrowing her eyes but I could see her fingers working in her palms. She was up to her tricks, trying to read my mind. I suppose the ward placed on this compound by Maura had its benefits after all.
I pushed way from the window and moved closer to the woman and even though the rancid smell from the purged world grew stronger as I move closer to her, there was a distinct and sweeter smell that resonated from her. I hunted through the recesses of my mind, trying to recall which flower she smelled like. It wasn’t a rose, nor was it a gardenia, but whatever it was; it invoked temptation, which I needed to avoid.
I stopped a few feet away from her and although her magic was rendered useless in this place, the power of her femininity drew me in like a magnet finding its true north.
“By your reaction to the mention of their name, I am going to assume there is no love lost for their kind,” I stated, crossing my arms.
“Maybe, but what does this have to do with me?”
“Everything,” I said matter-of-factly.
The doors swung open just as I was about to explain the situation to her, and one of my guards stalked in.
“Major Bernhard, I apologize for interrupting, but we have a situation,” he said, standing at attention.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” I said and he instantly marched out. There was another breach of our compound perimeter. An impending disaster was looming and if we did not act fast, we would face the same fate as the clans up north, I realized. I turned my attention back to the witch and inclined my head.
“Unfortunately duty calls, but we will talk again, in the meantime I have asked one of the servants to take you to your room…”
“Oh no, no you don’t. I refuse to go back to that cold cell,” she chirped in.
“Not the cell, we have a room for you. You’ll find it much more comfortable, now if you’ll excuse me, I really need to attend to an urgent matter.”
Chapter 3
Arabella
I still had no idea why I was here, and the tingling in my fingers was slowly starting to rub me up the wrong way. I could feel the magic swirling around within me like a tornado, but just as I think I can conjure up a spell, the vortex of energy dissipates. The only reasonable explanation for this was that another witch must have cast some sort of binding spell, something that blocks magic, but why?
As I followed the small servant through the long hallways and smaller passages, I couldn’t help but appreciate the collection of historical artefacts that lined the walls. From Persian rugs and ancient weapons, to photographs of the once proud cities that
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