Chapter 15 Unleashing the Storm

The moment Elira stepped out of her childhood home, she felt it—a shift in the air.

A storm was coming.

Not one born of nature, but of magic.

The clouds above twisted unnaturally, streaks of violet and crimson flashing within their depths. The world itself felt heavier, as if the fabric of reality was straining under the weight of something unseen.

Something dark.

Elira's pulse quickened.

She knew.

Damien was in danger.

Her heart pounded as she reached into her bag, fingers brushing against the cold, enchanted stones inside. Each one hummed with power, waiting to be unleashed.

She had spent years avoiding her magic. Years suppressing who she was.

But no more.

Her family was under attack.

And she was done hiding.

A Billionaire's Wrath

Damien had never been in a fight like this before.

Business was war—but it had always been a war of intelligence, power, and strategy. He had conquered industries, outmaneuvered ruthless competitors, crushed those who stood in his way.

But this?

This was something else.

The Hunter moved like a shadow, his body flickering in and out of existence, striking with impossible speed.

Damien dodged, barely managing to block a blow aimed at his ribs. He countered with a punch—a hard one—but it was like hitting stone.

The Hunter barely reacted.

"You're persistent," the man mused, his voice eerily calm.

Damien spat blood to the side. "I'm more than that, you bastard."

He charged, using every ounce of strength and training he had.

His blows were precise, powerful—deadly to any normal man.

But the Hunter wasn't a normal man.

Damien landed a strike to his jaw—only for the man to grab his wrist, twisting it painfully.

Then, with an almost effortless motion, he flung Damien across the room.

The billionaire crashed against the grand staircase, splintering wood and shattering marble.

Pain shot through his body, but he gritted his teeth, pushing himself up.

His vision swam. His ribs ached.

But he wasn't done.

He would never be done.

The Hunter smirked, stepping forward. "You don't give up easily. I admire that."

Damien clenched his fists. Think, damn it.

Then—he heard something.

A whisper in the air.

A scent—familiar and electric—filled the room.

And then—

The chandelier above exploded in a flash of violet fire.

The Witch Arrives

Elira stood in the grand entryway, her eyes blazing.

Her magic surged through the mansion like a living storm, tendrils of energy curling around her hands.

She had arrived just in time.

Her gaze locked onto the Hunter.

His smirk vanished.

"Elira Harrington," he murmured, tilting his head. "I was wondering when you'd show."

Elira's lips curled. "I hope you weren't expecting mercy."

The Hunter chuckled. "Oh, this just got interesting."

Without hesitation, he lunged.

But this time—

Elira was faster.

A blast of violet light erupted from her palms, colliding with the Hunter and sending him crashing through a marble column.

Damien's eyes widened.

He had never seen her like this.

Never seen her so powerful.

So deadly.

"Elira—"

She turned to him, her expression fierce. "Take the kids and go. Now."

Damien clenched his jaw. "I'm not leaving you."

"You have to," she snapped. "You're human, Damien. He'll kill you."

Damien's fists clenched.

He hated this.

Hated feeling powerless.

But before he could argue—

The Hunter rose from the rubble, brushing dust from his coat.

"You're strong," he admitted. "Stronger than I expected."

Elira didn't respond.

She lifted her hand—

And the walls of the mansion trembled.

A Witch Unleashed

The air thickened with raw magic.

The grand chandeliers above flickered wildly, casting eerie shadows across the walls.

The Hunter's smirk returned.

But Elira didn't wait.

She attacked.

Violet flames erupted from her fingertips, streaking toward him with terrifying speed.

The Hunter dodged, but the flames twisted in midair, following him like hungry serpents.

He barely managed to block, summoning a dark energy shield. But even as he deflected the magic, his smirk faltered.

He wasn't expecting this.

Elira's power wasn't just strong.

It was uncontrollable.

Unstoppable.

Damien watched in stunned silence as his wife rained down destruction with terrifying precision.

This was the truth she had been hiding.

The power she had been suppressing.

And now—

She was done holding back.

A Dangerous Gamble

The Hunter staggered, his shield flickering.

His confidence wavered—just for a second.

Elira saw it.

And she struck.

With a flick of her wrist, she summoned chains of pure energy, wrapping them around the Hunter's limbs, locking him in place.

His eyes widened.

"Impossible—"

But Elira wasn't listening.

She stepped forward, lowering her voice to a dangerous whisper.

"Tell your masters," she said, "that if they come for my children again—"

The mansion trembled as her magic surged.

"I will burn everything to the ground."

The Hunter's smirk was gone.

For the first time, he looked afraid.

Elira snapped her fingers—

And in a flash of violet light, the Hunter vanished.

Banished.

Gone.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Then—

Damien spoke.

"…Elira?"

She turned to him slowly, her expression unreadable.

His heart pounded as he took a step closer.

This was his wife.

The woman he loved.

The mother of his children.

But she was also something more.

Something dangerous.

Something… unstoppable.

"Elira," he murmured, voice low. "What have you done?"

She held his gaze.

And for the first time in years—

She didn't know how to answer.