Ancient Mystic's War of the Realms Saga, Lady Adellandra Dratianos [kiss me liar novel english .TXT] 📗

War of the Realms. MagDaliah was still a mystery, going and doing whatever her lord husband wished of her. He had a feeling she was more vile and seductive than even Sabrina used to be. That’s what intrigued him about her. Perhaps it was she who did all the work and let Bane take all the credit for his ego?
Gloriana turned out first to be one of his Dominionite Warriors, then his ‘step-mother’, his father’s Queen, and finally, a coward. Damian had seen the look in her eyes when Young Guardian and his uncle O’Dell destroyed Orthos. It was fear. She cowered and disappeared once Francesca was Destroyed by Ramon. Now what good is she? Just another pet for his desires? That could be fun. Have the daughters and the mother! He was gaining a regular harem!
Shenara was no help. Her own plan didn’t work; and neither did that of Bane’s son Dominick. The only thing she seemed to be good for was seduction and sex. She used to want to be like Sabrina, and become a Maiden all her own, but she’d given that up once she saw being the Dominionite Maiden wasn’t what she imagined it to be. It wasn’t all about seducing innocent victims, no, not in the slightest. That was only one of the roles of the Maiden. Damian had once tried giving Shenara command of thirty Dominionite Warriors in the War, only to have those Warriors killed and destroyed by the Crusaders. Shenara had fled back to him in tears, begging for forgiveness.
Albrath, though an evil little wench, only did her duty by luring and capturing the one now called the Unicorn. Though, that plan was a little farfetched and didn’t work either. As for the Turning of the Unicorn by Balor; somehow, Young Guardian managed to rip that plan to shreds with a very intricate spell, locking the once-powerful protégé-turned-Leader of the Stalkers in a crystal embedded in her sword’s hilt.
Dominick was young yet, but he had potential. He reminded Damian of a younger version of himself. He was the one who ordered Albrath to capture the Unicorn in the first place. He wanted to slowly destroy the newly-bound Dweller-kin from the inside out. Too bad he didn’t get a chance before Young Guardian and his Bondmate Airmed Starchaser came to rescue him. The Unicorn has always been a menace, ever since the Crusade when he used his still-young Unicorn Magick on Damian, Exiling him to the Unknown to join his mother.
As for D’Kora, the troll-maidservant. Since Sabrina was now turned good, D’Kora followed him around, wishing to serve him instead. There was also a bit of potential in her as well.
What to do about the Ancient Mystics? Destroy them, obviously, but how? Each time they fought, the Ancient Mystics and their Protectors grew stronger and more powerful. Should he call upon the Djinn once again for their assistance?
No, the Djinn God Omri was too cowardly himself. He’d once helped Orthos try and destroy the Ancient Mystics by wracking their minds with Mind-Dwellers, Fear-Wraiths, and a Horde named Hallows. Neither worked.
Damian growled as he stood and paced his quarters.
Looks like he’ll have to do everything by himself. After all, he was the new Master of the Dominionites.

The first victim Damian went to was also the most vulnerable, Amethyst Schmidt.
Sure, the Amethyst Fairy was the Unicorn’s twin sister, and Over-Seer of the Crusaders, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have her weaknesses. He only had to wait a few moments for her mind to slowly drift off into dreams before he made his move.
Her Protector was nowhere in sight, and that was good news to the Master. Using his great Dark Magic, he whisked her away from her own patrols and dropped her in the middle of the Old Dominion's Witches Grove.

It was dark, the moon overhead was full, and Amethyst was scared. She knew exactly where she was; in Witches Grove. Question is, how did she get there and why was she there to begin with?
“Hello?” Amethyst called. “Anybody here?”
She heard the cackle of a familiar male voice.
“She left you for dead Amethyst.” Damian came out of his hiding spot wearing a snide grin.
“What are you talking about, Damian?” Amethyst could feel the Unicorn Magic within her blood pulsating, and her fingers tingling, wanting to strangle him with it.
“She left you to learn what she did to you.” Damian continued. “How does that make you feel?”
“What do you care?” Amethyst growled. “If you're talking about Lady Guardian, we've gotten over that long ago.”
“I am guessing she more than you.” Damian supplied. Quickly, he outstretched an arm, his own Dark Magic rope whipped around her, each strand crossing another until she was caught in a red-magic cage. “No, I do not fully believe you are over the fact Young Guardian left you both alone after making the Blood-Pact.”
“Shut up Damian, or I'll...” Amethyst began, her eyes turning a glowing green, the magic within her growing and making her body glow the same.
Damian laughed. “You will what, Amethyst? Shoot me with your pitiful Unicorn Magic?” He laughed louder. “I highly doubt that!”
“You're forgetting, Damian.” Amethyst's eyes glowed ever-green; but with a thought, they were silver-blue. “I not only have the Unicorn Magic, but that of the Ancient Mystics. For I am one, by right!”
Damian gasped. “Impossible!”
Amethyst smiled. “Possible.” She changed her eyes again to silver-blue with a mere thought. She continued. “You, of all Ancient Mystics should know, the bonds of blood are just as tight as those of familial.”
Damian blinked, smiling slowly. “Ah, I remember. She bound you both to her through her blood. Aye, I wondered how you had the Unicorn Magic when you were a mere mortal.”
Amethyst shook her head. “I've never been a mere mortal, Damian, and you know it.” She supplied.
Damian stared at her for a moment before frowning. He stepped back and shot her a glare. “You may have thought Sabrina was on your side, but I assure you. She is still very much a Dark Ancient Mystic.”
“I highly doubt that.” Amethyst tried stalling him so she to think of a way out of the cage using her magic; but so far, it wasn't working. “Why would she fight on our side in the War then? She was tired of being a pawn in your father's deadly games, so she pled for forgiveness from Lord Maximaniac himself and received a second chance at life.” Amethyst thought of something and smiled, her silver-blue eyes twinkling. “I'd say you were the one left all alone to die, Damian. How does that make you feel?”
Damian growled and his entire body glowed red and black. He was pissed with nothing to say. “Need I remind you that you are under my control, Amethyst Fairy? Even mighty Ancient Mystic Magic won't get you out of this cage made of Dominionite Magic. I would mind the way you spoke to me from now on, Over-Seer, or watch your Crusader friends die.”
At that, he vanished, and she was left in the cage to worry about her friends.
Knowing her telepathy was strong with the other Musketeers and now her own Earthly Protector, she used it to call for help. The Amethyst Fairy only hoped it would come in time. She didn't want to see her friends die.

II

It didn't take long for the Fire-Archer named Scott Archer to sense Amethyst in trouble. He raced to her rescue, but was stopped at the large iron doors by an angry, ugly, and loud Dominionite Warrior.
Scott smiled. Thanks to Cyrix, he was prepared. After the long hours and hard work, the Fire-Archer was well versed in his Dragon Magic. Opening his fists, he conjured fireballs, one in each hand.
The Dominionite growled, attacking him with burst after burst of ice, fire, wind, and lightning magic. Scott knew what to do. He dodged and shot fireballs of his own at the creature.
Scott and the Dominionite attacked each other until the creature growled loudly, roaring a fierce, “I will finish you, Crusader!”
The Fire-Archer laughed. “Not if I finish you first!” He Called to the air and conjured his crossbow and an arrow using his Dragon Magic. He gave the Dominionite a sly grin before lighting the arrow.
As he lit the arrow with fire and cocked the bow, the creature gasped and froze in his spot, unable to move.
The Fire-Archer let out a snicker. “Hold still.” He aimed and said. “This'll only hurt a bit.”
At that, his opponent cowered, covering his face and attempting to block the attack. Scott let the arrow fly, burning a screaming Dominionite Warrior to ash.
Quick as he could, he raced to Amethyst's rescue.
“Scott!” Aimee cried, surprised. Her heart skipped. “The bars are made of Dominionite Magic, so be careful.”
The Fire-Archer shrugged. “Hello to you, too, Love. I'll have you out of there in no time. Just hang on and stand back.”
“I hope you know what you're doing.” Aimee whispered, obeying.
Scott smiled. “I do; trust me on that.”
She stood back and he closed his eyes. He started to chant under his breath, his entire body glowed deep red and the Dragon Magic came at his Call.
To Aimee's surprise and delight, the bars began to buzz and fade away, disappearing. When she was free, she raced to a very tired and still-glowing Scott Archer. She kissed his lips hard, bringing him out of his trance. The glow disappeared and he came to his senses, kissing her back.
“Let's get out of here.” Scott supplied.
Aimee shook her head, and told him what she feared. “Not before we find Airmed and the Unicorn. I have a feeling they're next.”
Scott nodded tightly and they were gone.

III

Shane “the Shadow” Morehouse dreamed that same night. He dreamed the dream he’d once had long ago; but this time, a familiar scent was in the air to tell him Damian was behind it.
He was stuck in a memory, one he’d not thought of for nearly twenty years.

Shane was only nine when he got the news. He was playing at his friend’s house when he received the message to return home. His friend’s mother took him home.
He saw the patrol car in the drive and had a bad feeling about it. Once the car pulled in behind it and stopped, Shane raced out of it and into the house.
Two officers; one male, one female, met him at the door. The female was the first to meet him.
“Shane Morehouse?” She asked, a kind look in her eyes. He nodded. “I’m Officer Samantha Petty. I’m afraid there’s been an accident.” He waited patiently. “Your parents have been found dead at the scene of an automobile accident on Route 6.”
He was frozen, unable to think or move. The officers explained to him what happened in more detail, but the information never reached his mind. Something within him snapped and