BLAZE

DISCLAIMER This book is a threequel of VERGLAS, Celtic series book 1. Before you read the book, there are points stated below to keep in mind. This is a dark fantasy novel with mythological references and the names of the place, people, things, gods are the imagination of the author or used for fictional purposes to present the book in interest. The book may contain mature and dark themes including strong language, s****l intends, violence and murders. (not too descriptively explained). The main protagonist will be cruel, misleading, ruthless, violent and develops uncommon personality traits when the story advances.  This won’t be an average book present on the platform, so if you don't like the dark plot of the book, you can switch reading other books available. The author isn't a native English speaker so don’t compare it with the best debuted books.  Take care of the feelings of the author, constructive criticism is allowed but if you bad mouth the author in the comment section then it will backfire on you. The chimes ringing than the highest peak of the mountains, the wind is screaming more than the banshee hiding in the deepest forest. The sun was rising above the highest wave and the ice bergs floating above than the air. The crystal white snow was sparking than the brightest diamond present in the world, yet everything had no comparison in front of the the goddess who just woke up from the sleep. Her call made the farthest crow to reach her. Why? She is the MORIGAN, and she is back. Abria I don’t killed them because they deserved it, i killed them because i enjoyed splashing the blood with my hands. I love painting everything red, they call me the goddess of war and death and certainly, it was the reason. I gasped and woke up lying of the white sand, floating on the iceberg. My senses shut me down as i tried to recall everything. Everything seemed blank as a white paper. Those dreadful words running in my mind on repeat and terrified me to the core. Having no sense where to run, i have nowhere to go in middle of this ocean. Slowly but precisely, i was getting to everything. How did i reached here, and what it had cost me? My peace, my mentality, my blood. I paid in blood for blood. I have killed my own father to come here.  Not just only i wanted to see someone special, i am here to take what is mine. The sun was blazing like a fire and the warmth made me smile under my lips. I inhaled the full air and loved it. “Abria!!!” i heard a voice behind me and i turned to look at him. It took me a while to remember the face in front of my eyes.  “Brandon?” i called him out. “Yeah.. are you okay?” he showed concern yet he know nothing about whom he is talking to right now. “I am better. Never imagined before that i can be this stronger…” i said in husky voice and Brandon wasn’t sure what is happening to me. “Abria.. You killed your father.. Aren’t you guilty?” he asked me in disbelief. I sighed loudly and rolled my eyes, “he deserved it.. He had no purpose to serve.. After all, we all rise from someone’s ashes. Am i right?” i looked sternly at him. He did suspected something was surely wrong but he couldn’t just point it out. Poor Brandon!!! “You are not Abria…” he said it, finally… I laughed heartily before turning my face to him, “oh dear! There you go right.. I am not Abria.. She is long gone.. Actually, she is just as coward as her father. She has no talent, unlike me.” i said with a high pitched voice. Brandon was dumbfounded but he smiled after that, “oh! So you have woke up. Now it makes sense. Abria wasn’t that bold, and i did suspected when she killed her own father like a butcher. It was you, Morigan.. I should have known…” Brandon looked proud after finding out my identity. “Yep.. that’s right… it feels so good to be alive.. Again…” i sighed. “It might feel good now but don’t forget your purpose why you are here…?” Brandon tries to remind me what i already know.. “I am Morigan, i know how to make things work, i didn’t chose this body.. This body chose me because i am worth it.. I know what i have to do.. There are lot of things running in my mind and i can’t put my hand on one.. I can’t wait to spill more blood in this f*cking kingdom…” i said with determination. “I am afraid of your aura.. You look dangerous, girl. I don’t remember training an ominous person like you…”  “Are you fascinated by me?” i chuckled and cupped his cheeks. “Of course, not.. You are not my type…” he winked devilishly at me. “But i can make things my type.. And i know you are a jotun, a selfish jotun.” sucker! He thinks he can outsmart me.. “Wow.. so what’s the plan?” he asked with his brows rising above the forehead. “Yeah… nice point..” i turned my back on him and pulled out my ring.  Taking out the red stone from inside of it, i wore the ring back and gave the stone to Brandon. “Take this…”  “What is it?” he scrunched his brows at me. “You have to give it back to me when you will see me in the palace…” i said. “I don’t get it…” he looked confused. “You will get it when the right time comes…” i said while puling Brandon’s dagger from his belt. He watched me with stunned expression but it was too late. I penetrated it in his abdomen and pushed him from the iceberg we were standing on. “I am so sorry.. But it was necessary.. You will get it…” i smirked while taking out my own dagger out. I heard the rustling in the wind and knew what is coming to see me. My lovely companions, ravens! They surrounded and as they saw me and worshiped me. I am their goddess and they have waited long for me to come back.. “My babies.. Look i am back. I will look after you now, but i still have a small business to handle. Once it get over, mama will keep you busy…” suddenly, i stared laughing like a maniac. I am a maniac. All those who did wrong to me and made me suffer in misery, made me a maniac, i will take my revenge. I have to take my revenge. My grip tightened around the handle of my dagger. To spill blood, i have to spill some of mine. I sliced the skin over my palm and let the blood fell of the grave of my father. This is the spot from where my story begins. I will bring the hell here.. Taking the dagger, i forced it in my chest. The pain was unbearable and i started to see the haze around me. “Ahhh!!” the blood started to spill from my mouth. “I can do this…. I will…” i said those words before jumping in the ocean and let my dark soul feel my near death experience. In the prison of magic, deeper to the last cell, there stood a concrete statute of the witch who used to be the most dangerous witch of all time. She was brave but afraid of something she never shared that though. Suddenly, the statue cracked up.. The first deep crack led to many cracked and it exploded like a bomb. The tines part of the statue scattered on the floor and blood oozed out from the broken pieces of the statue. The prison keeper rushed after hearing the loud noise of the explosion but the scene in front of hos eyes, made him scared to the core. The gory image of the body printed in his mind. The bravest bodies have softest heart. That was true… He finally made a run from there and rushed to the only place he needed to be right now… Verglasia….