LOGINAmelia’s POVDid he just mention the devil? Like the actual devil? What position does he hold in hell, actually? “Yes, your majesty,” the demons bow and vanish into thin air. But Helion still holds onto the last one, his grip tightening around the creature’s throat.“Do you think I’ll let you go after you tried to touch what’s mine? You must have been courting death to make such a foolish move.”His voice vibrates — no, it thunders, splitting into several overlapping voices at the exact same time. Helion lifts his free hand, and a brilliant , blue flame erupts from his palm. He doesn’t even direct it to the demon, but the creature catches fire immediately. A loud, shrieking cry fills the air, and within a few seconds, the demon is reduced to a pile of ash.My heart hammers so loudly I can hear it echoing in my ears.“Amelia,” Helion whispers in the same cold, frightening, layered voices. “Did I not ask to stay in the room?”My breath hitches as I take several steps backward. This isn
Amelia’s POVThe air in the room goes completely still the moment the words leave Peter’s mouth.The demon council executioners. A convoy from hell. Hearing the title alone instantly steals breath from my lungs. I look at Helion and his demeanor has hardened into something unreadable. His eyes glows dark, fiery crimson and the room suddenly feels like it’s catching fire.“The executioners,” Helion repeats, his voice dripping with pure venom. “They dare step feet into this realm without my invitation, and now they demand an audience?” “They tag it a matter of realm security, Sire.” Peter whispers, casting a silent glance at me. He sighs. “They ask to see her, too.”My breath catches instantly in my throat. Me? Why would a group of demons want to see me?“Really?” Helion smiles — a dark, cold expression that didn’t reach his eyes. “Tell them I will meet them in the grand hall. They do not get to lay their filthy eyes on what is mine.” Mine. That word again. He makes it sound like I
Amelia’s POV The first thing I perceive when I wake up is the rich scent of mahogany and expensive, dark cologne. I peel my eyes open, staring at the ceiling adorned with beautiful chandeliers and I instantly realize where I am. Helion’s bedroom. The memories of the horror earlier today at school comes rushing back in violent waves. The strange silhouette at the rooftop, the sickening thud of the horse crashing onto the pavement, the stench of the blood that splattered across my shoes. Mere thoughts of it made my entire body shiver. I drag myself up from the bed, I could hear the frantic pounding of my heart. The room is dimly lit, just as it always is. I threw off the covers and swing my leg to the other side of the bed. My hands still trembles terribly. I am furious at Helion for ignoring me for days, terrified that some twisted freak must be hunting me. And most importantly, utterly confused by the weird energy that had vibrated from my own chest inside his car. The wind
Helion’s POV I was at the office when my phone buzzed on the mahogany desk. Seeing Kara’s name on the screen, I swiped on the it and turn on the speaker. “What is it, Kara?” I asked, not breaking focus from my paper work. “Helion! Someone just tried to kill Amelia!” I froze. My hand moved swiftly and snatched the phone from the desk, pressing it to my ear. “What do you mean?” I demanded. My voice dropping into a low, furious growl. “The university president called me, I’m on my way to her department right now.” She explained, her breath ragged. “Can you come over? Helion, she needs you.” My jaw tightened, my fists clenching until my knuckles turned white “Go get her. I’ll be there soon.” I know I had put her in that college — to use her as bait to draw those bastards out. But if anyone dared to actually lay their filthy hands on her, I would rip them to shreds. “Peter,” I called through the mind link. He appeared within seconds. “Get the car ready. We are going to
Amelia’s POV I took few steps backwards, my heart thumping frantically against my ribs as blood gushed out of the dead horse’s severed neck, trailing its way to my shoes. “Amelia, are you okay!” Donna yelled, dragging me to the other side. My mouth was sealed, I couldn’t even utter a single word. My gaze snapped up to the rooftop where the body of the horse had fallen from, and I caught sight of something — a figure retreating. The silhouette made me realize it was a man. Whoever that person was, I was his target, but he missed. What would have happened if that horse had fallen on me? I definitely wouldn’t have survived. “Amelia!” Donna shouted my name, pulling me out of my haze. I snapped my head up and looked at her, my entire body was trembling. “I… I am fine,” I mumbled. The guards rushed over and carried the dead horse away, leaving only trails of blood on the floor. My hands trembled so badly that it was difficult to keep them steady. Donna led me to the cafeter
Amelia’s POV Helion totally avoided me over the next few days. He acted like I didn’t even exist, and I couldn’t understand what I had done wrong. Which brought me here. I was currently on my way to his office, hoping he might finally agree to see me if I show up in person. Stepping into the grand lobby, I walked straight toward the receptionist, ignoring the burning stares from the staff around. “Hi. Can you please tell Mr Darkmore that I need to see him?” The receptionist looked up, offering a polite, but professional smile. “Do you have an appointment, Miss? “Uh… no. Just tell him it’s Amelia.” “Alright. One second,” she picked up the desk phone and dialed an extension. “Sir, a lady — Amelia — is here requesting to see Mr Darkmore,” she said into the receiver. A heavy silence followed for a few minutes before she nodded. “Alright sir.” She dropped the phone and looked up at me. “I’m sorry Miss. Mr Darkmore refuses to see you.” A scoff tore from my throat. Today
Amelia’s POV “Who’s there?” I asked looking around, but the room was empty. The maids had already left. Right there in the tub, I could feel the hairs on my body stand erect. I stepped out of the tub, turned on the shower, and washed the bubbles off my hair and body, then wrapped myself in a tow
Amelia’s POV I blinked in surprise at Helion’s allegations. I was speechless. What does he mean by I am not human? “What do you mean by that? I am entirely human!” I said, My voice dropping to a low yell. “Then explain, how did you survive that stab?” He asked, a darker edge settling over his
***** All I could see was death as I stared intently those red fiery eyes. “I asked you a question, Amelia.” He snapped. But I still gave no response. He scoffed. “Tsk tsk.” He clicked his tongue and roughly released my chin. “Fine. Since you do not talk, I will make you. But first, we are g
Amelia’s POVI breathed in relief the moment he left.That death stare he gave me was really scary!Was I wrong slapping him? No. He violated my body so he deserved it.But why did I enjoy every bit of it?Oh God!.If I keep staying here, he’s going to kill me one day. I have to leave.I looked at







