Prologue
A century ago…
Rose Quinn walked towards the aisle, her fate sealed, her face as white as a ghost but still with an unwavering smile. She was always smiling. She was the smiling killer.
The atmosphere was solemn, no one dared talk as they watched the beauty make her way to her prince… or beast, James Driscroll.
This is how things should be. The marriage between the Driscolls and Quinns should have taken place since the beginning of time.
The Driscrolls, esteemed werewolf mafia g**g. The ones who roam the dark in flowing capes, killing humans like insects, gaining power and wealth from every corner of the earth with their abode hidden amidst the trees. They were unstoppable because of one thing– group, the Quinns.
The Quinns, dearest hybrid witches who commanded rain and sun, had the power to do and undo, defiling nature at will. They were the superpowers behind the Driscrolls, making them supreme. Just a position below God.
She walked unhurriedly till she got to the altar of skulls, looking up at her soon-to-be husband with an even deeper smile. Rose worked hard to be in this position right now.
“We shall begin” the priest announced, drawing the couple's gaze away from each other.
“We gather together to witness the joining of these two servants, James and Rose, in matrimony” the crowd cheered.
“Kneel and say your vows, James first”
“I, James, vow to stay with my wife no matter the situation or circumstances, no matter the place or position, no matter the opposition or danger, protect her through all stages of life, and provide at her feet all riches of the world. If not almighty Hades hold me accountable”
“I, Rose, vow to support my husband in all his endeavors, to love and cherish, to obey and submit to, to bear his children, and remain loyal to him till almighty Hades calls me home” The vows had been rehearsed a thousand times like a tragedy.
“Stand” they did and he brought out a pocket knife.
“You just must now seal your vows with your blood” he made a cut on James' thumb first then Rose before bringing out the skeleton head they must have their blood print on.
“James, what are you doing?!” Rose yelled as she was suddenly on the floor with a sword pointed at her neck.
“I don't think I want to continue with this marriage” his smile was sardonic, pressing the sword tip deeper into her neck but not enough to actually cut her.
“James Driscroll!” Rose's mother screamed.
“Oh, Emily. Do not dare move a step further” The guards were already on standby, the entire hall had been surrounded by the Driscroll's guards with swords and stone-hard faces. This had been preplanned.
“Kneel” he was speaking to Rose, she gave a hard glare before going on her knees. Starting an incantation silently.
“Stupid female” her head went flying before she could complete her spell. Her lifeless head with still open eyes landed on the other side of the hall. Everyone panicked.
The air around the hall went stale, the witches recited their spells and the werewolves transformed into their wolf form, battling one another. The place reeked with energy and magic.
“James!” Emily came running, her eyes red with anger and pain. Reciting spells that made the entire hall shake.
“It's time to meet your end, dear Emily” James overpowered her in no time, after all, Hybrid witches weren't known for their physical strength.
“I hereby curse you and your generation to come. Every single one of your children would die when they accept love. They'd watch their loved one die in front of them, before they also follow, dying a slow agonizing death” Those were her last words before the sword cut through her throat. She died in an instant.
The entire place went silent like it had stopped to listen to her last words, her curse.
Thus began the killing of the hybrids. The wolves were prepared and had the upper hand. The rampage went on till every single witch was killed, there were never really many of them anyway.
Two distant eyes watched from afar with an unreadable expression, her aura screamed animosity and her eyes had revenge written so clearly on them. She had found her purpose, she lived and breathed for revenge.
