Chapter 14 A Storm on the Horizon

Elira had always known this day would come.

For years, she had done everything to suppress her magic, to keep it hidden from Damien, from the world, and most importantly—from her children.

But Lucian's awakening had changed everything.

It was a warning. A sign that time was running out.

She had to act.

She had to protect them.

The Call of Blood

As the sun rose, Elira hurriedly packed a small bag with enchanted stones, protective charms, and a few vials of dark liquid that shimmered when the light hit them.

She didn't have the luxury of hesitation anymore.

If Lucian's powers had surfaced, it wouldn't be long before the twins followed.

She needed answers.

And there was only one place she could find them.

Her family.

Her fingers hesitated over the locket around her neck. A piece of her past she had sworn to forget. A reminder of the life she had run from.

Her mother and father had always feared her magic, treated her as a curse, an unfortunate stain on their already miserable existence.

Until she married Damien.

Until she became valuable.

Elira clenched her fists.

If she was going to face them, she needed to be ready.

Damien's Awakening

Across the city, Damien sat in the dimly lit study of his new informant, his jaw clenched as he absorbed the truth he had just been told.

"The witches have been watching you for years," the older man said, swirling a glass of brandy. "Your marriage to Elira put you on their radar. But now that your children's powers are surfacing… the Council won't stand by."

Damien's hands curled into fists. "You're saying my family is being hunted?"

The man gave a slow nod. "Not just hunted. Claimed."

The words sent a wave of rage through Damien's chest.

No one—no one—was going to take his family from him.

"I want names. Locations. Weaknesses." His voice was cold, sharp as a blade.

The man chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. "You don't just fight witches, Damien. You outmaneuver them."

Damien exhaled, his mind racing.

He had spent years dominating the business world. Crushing rivals. Outthinking enemies.

Now, he would do the same with the supernatural.

No matter what it took.

The Family's Price

Elira's childhood home was a rotting skeleton of its former self.

The paint peeled from the wooden walls, and the garden had long since withered, just like the family that lived inside it.

She took a deep breath before knocking.

The door creaked open, revealing a woman with sharp eyes and graying hair.

Her mother.

"Elira." Her voice was unreadable.

Elira stepped inside, ignoring the wave of old memories that threatened to pull her under.

She hated this place.

But she needed answers.

"I need to know what you never told me," she said without preamble. "About my magic. About why the Council wants my children."

Her mother hesitated, glancing toward the dimly lit hallway.

Then, another voice spoke.

"It's not just the Council that wants them."

Elira turned sharply, her father stepping into the light.

Her gut twisted.

He had always been a coward. A man who feared her but never protected her.

"What do you mean?" she asked slowly.

Her mother exhaled. "Your bloodline isn't just powerful, Elira. It's rare. And now that your children are showing signs… you've made them a target."

Her father sighed, rubbing his temple. "There's something else you need to know."

Elira's chest tightened.

She already knew she had been born different. She already knew that magic had always been a part of her.

But the look in her father's eyes sent a cold shiver through her spine.

"There's another prophecy," he admitted.

Her breath hitched. "What prophecy?"

"The one that says your children will decide the future of the supernatural world."

Elira felt the ground tilt beneath her.

This wasn't just about her.

This wasn't just about the Council.

Her children were at the center of a war she never even knew existed

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The Hunter Arrives

Damien returned home just as the sky darkened with an unnatural storm.

His instincts screamed at him—something was wrong.

He pushed through the doors of the mansion, his sharp eyes scanning the room.

Then, he saw her.

A man stood in the foyer, tall and cloaked in black, his face partially hidden by shadows.

Damien's blood ran cold.

The Council had arrived.

And they had sent a Hunter.

The man's lips curled into a slow smirk. "Ah. The billionaire husband. I was wondering when we'd meet."

Damien stepped forward, his body tense, his hands itching to strike. "Who the hell are you?"

The man tilted his head. "I'm the one who will be taking your children."

Fury roared through Damien's veins.

Not. A. Chance.

The Battle Begins

Lightning struck outside, illuminating the room in a flash of blue-white light.

Before Damien could move, the Hunter vanished—only to reappear behind him.

Fast.

Too fast.

Damien barely dodged the attack, spinning just in time to land a powerful punch to the man's side.

But the Hunter didn't even flinch.

He simply smiled.

"Interesting."

With a flick of his wrist, Damien was thrown backward, his body crashing into a marble table, shattering it into pieces.

Pain shot through his ribs, but he didn't let it slow him down.

He was Damien Harrington.

A man who had built empires. Crushed rivals.

And he wasn't about to lose to some supernatural bastard.

Gritting his teeth, he pushed himself up.

And this time—he was ready.

Elira's Decision

Miles away, Elira gripped the arms of the chair as her parents' words echoed in her head.

Her children were the key to everything.

And the moment their powers awakened, every supernatural force in existence would come for them.

She had tried to run. She had tried to hide.

But now, she understood.

She wasn't just a mother.

She wasn't just Damien's wife.

She was a witch.

And if war was coming—

Then she would fight.

Elira stood, her magic surging inside her, stronger than ever before.

It was time to stop running.

And start winning.