Wrath Of The Dark Witch
Deep within the heart of her shadow fortress, Lila stood surrounded by dark flames and swirling cursed winds. Her chamber was a shrine to ancient darkness, where whispers of long-dead spirits echoed through the stone walls. She had just received the news.
Ella had survived.
The poison failed.
Sisi was dead. Julianne, exposed. The secret lines inside Damian’s pack were collapsing.
Lila’s hand trembled—not from fear, but from the storm building inside her. Her black gown fluttered in the unnatural wind, eyes glowing with blood-red fury.
BOOM!
A table exploded as she slammed her hand against it. Flames roared from the stone floor as the shadows howled.
The door burst open.
Zara stumbled inside, clearly summoned by the witch’s wrath. “L-Lila—”
Before she could finish, she was thrown off her feet by a violent surge of dark magic. She hit the wall with a gasp, coughing from the sheer pressure that crushed the air from her lungs.
“You dare walk in here after this disgrace?” Lila’s voice wasn’t human—it echoed like a demon’s snarl, deep and hollow. “You failed me, Zara!”
Zara clutched her ribs, blood trailing from her mouth. “I did everything—”
“Everything?” Lila shrieked. Her shadowy cloak expanded, filling the entire chamber like wings of a great beast. “You were handed power—spies, poison, a perfect plan—and you allowed a mere maid and a sniveling Gamma’s daughter to ruin it all?”
She raised her hand, and Zara’s body lifted from the floor, choking, dangling midair.
“I should rip your soul from your chest and offer it to the Abyss!” Lila screamed.
Zara gasped. “P-please—give me another chance!”
The flames flickered violently, her plea barely audible over the crackling rage.
For a moment, it seemed Lila might actually do it—end Zara then and there.
But then, just as suddenly, the witch released her. Zara dropped to the floor like a ragdoll, coughing, trembling.
Lila turned her back.
“We cannot afford weakness,” she hissed. “Damian is angry. His wolves are alert. The white wolf is rising.”
Zara wiped the blood from her lips, her body aching, her pride shattered. “What… what do we do now?”
Lila turned slightly, her glowing eyes piercing. “Now, we don’t try to break Ella.” Her lips curled into a venomous smile. “We draw her into the darkness.”
Zara’s breath caught. “How?”
Lila's laughter was a low, chilling whisper. “By offering her something even the Moon Goddess cannot give.”
Lila’s smile was razor-thin, cruel and flickering like flame. Power crackled at her fingertips, painting the air with sparks of dark magic. “Pathetic,” she whispered, her voice seething. “Utterly useless.”
Zara collapsed to her knees, eyes wide with panic, her body trembling under the weight of failure. “Please... Lila, my Queen—I tried. I did everything you asked.” Her voice shook, brittle as glass. “I’ll fix it. I’ll kill her. Just give me another chance.”
Lila tilted her head, eyes glowing with an unnatural light. Her laughter was low and poisonous, curling around Zara like smoke. “Another chance?” she mocked. “You think I offer mercy to those who disgrace me?”
Zara’s breath caught, chest rising and falling with panic. “I’m loyal,” she gasped. “I swear it. I’ll do anything. Just—please, don’t cast me aside.”
Darkness swirled around Lila’s feet like living shadows. Her hand twitched again, the surge of power almost suffocating. “You should thank the stars I haven’t ripped your heart from your chest,” she hissed. “You’ve failed me... but I may yet wring one final use from you.”
Zara blinked through the panic, hope flickering like a candle in the storm. “I can still serve you?”
Lila turned her back, her silhouette framed by the burning sigils on the wall. Her voice was cold and sharp. “Yes. But not out of trust. Only because I need someone... disposable.”
Zara swallowed hard, but nodded. “Then I’ll be your blade. Just point me at the target.”
Lila turned back, her smile wicked, teeth glinting like a predator’s. “Then listen well, little pawn. This is your last thread of purpose. Fail me again…” Her voice dropped into a growl. “And I’ll make you wish you were never born.”
“I won’t fail,” Zara swore, her voice shaking but fierce. “I’ll end her. Ella will bleed for everything.”
Lila’s eyes glinted with cruel delight. “Good,” she murmured. “Because this time, the White Wolf must fall.”
She moved to the ancient mirror etched with spells, her reflection a haunting vision of darkness incarnate. Raising her hand, she traced a rune in the air.
“She will crumble,” Lila whispered. “Her light snuffed. Her soul devoured. And when she falls... I shall rise.”
Her laughter rose again—slow and poisonous, echoing through the chamber like a curse. Shadows danced on the walls.
“No one will stop me. Not the pack. Not Damian. And certainly not that fragile little mate of his.”
Her gaze sharpened, filled with hunger.
“Let the game begin.”