All Chapters of Creatures Of Dusk: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

...she was hurting, and I was helpless..."And I don't have much time left now." Her words followed me, deep inside the forest as I strolled forward, cutting the dense wildness. The sharp, pungent taste of rage clawed inside me. I had been moving in a delusion. An illusion that the elements of this realm would work in my favour and Sierra would recognize me for I had been waiting for centuries. Her desperation to find a path out of this misery awakened my own deep-rooted insecurities. For centuries, I had been strolling across the earth, the other realms, wearing my cloak of feigned stubbornness and anger. But the moment Sierra entered Artemis, her subconscious determination had stripped me out of my deluded appearance and challenged me to step out as Azrael, the archangel whose destiny had been bound to her. A new wave of rage swirled inside me like a molten shot of lava as her words continued to echo inside m

"Tighten your grip on the hilt, Sierra. The way you are holding your sword, one can easily rip that weapon along with your hand." I glared venomously at my sword masters, Uriel and Raphael, who disregarded my anger and shot me an excitement-filled grin. By this point, I was practically shaking with fury. Partly due to the non-stop sword lesson, the two brothers were giving me and rest for the deep gash in my forearm, which Uriel had given me, a few moments ago. I had been trying to decipher the jumbles which my vision had thrown my way, by the shore side when he noiselessly crept behind me. I might not have noticed his arrival as my mind was still stuck on the abrupt disappearance of the silver-eyed man. He had been there, soothing my tangled thoughts, but in next blink, an invisible bond snapped between us and then he was gone. I was left behind, in the frozen aura of the charming Archangel, whose name I never got.

"How easy it was to lure you into our trap." They all were looking exact same-- hollow structures of black smoke, limbs made up of smoke, no trace of eyes or mouth. There was nothing which I could slash or scratch onto but just dark surging smoke. Once they had brought their blades down towards me, I ducked down and crawled out of their grasps. I had run in a random direction without any specific place or stop in mind. Ignoring the burn in my lungs and dryness in my throat, I sprinted as fast as my legs could have mustered. But they followed me anyways. They floated above me, roaring and basking in my misery, while I screamed and clawed at the tendrils and branches on my way. No one heard me, no one helped. I had been tricked and trapped in an unknown place. "You believed in our words from the very start. Those brothers and Xavier were pacing inside that mansion, waiting for their protector to wake up." One of the fi

"Welcome to the Fuath realm, Sierra." Dracae passed me a small smile as we stopped in front of an old Inn. "I, the Bunyip queen Dracae, welcomes in Fuathland." I nodded numbly at her and listened to the hubbub of voices all around us. Xavier along with Uriel, Michael and Gabriel, was sitting around a wooden bench with a tankard filled with something that resembled beer. I was leaning against Inn's locked door across the street from them. Dracae had led us to this area saying, 'before starting towards our destination, let the lads loosen up.' Oddly to my intense surprise, I didn't interact with any other of the living creature since we had arrived in the Fuath realm, a few hours ago. I used these few moments of solace with my thoughts. The only realization which bothered me in slight was, my limbs always tend to know what is required to escape the clutches of danger. Stuck amid a vision or a fight, I always had worked on my instincts,

"Sierra?" I squeezed my eyes and then opened them, blinking furiously. My body was stiff as I rolled over to my side. I moaned in uneasiness and a pair of strong arm came around my head and lower back, helping me off the ground. I had been unconscious for only a few minutes until Azrael's voice reached my ears. That was the first time I had heard him speaking softly with concern and the heat of his body coursing through mine, giving me an odd sense of relief. "Don't move too abruptly, you still have few slashes to be healed." His voice was scruff but pleasurable. I tried too hard to not to shudder under his touch as the tip of his fingers grazed my bare skin on the neck. "Scylla. . ." My voice was hoarse and scratchy but I needed to be sure if everything was an illusion. "She is no more here. You freed her, Era." I met his silver eyes and felt a flutter inside me upon hearing the n