The Mark of Three (Previously 'Marked by Three')

Chapter 35

You could say I had three souls. Born with the soul of an angel, chosen at birth by the "Chosen Soul" and given my wolf soul. Non are my true soul, they all are. They all show my true identity. One shows me as "The Chosen One"; one shows me as the mate of the werewolf king and queen of the werewolf kingdom and the other shows me as the princesses of angels.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I stood up straighter, lifted my head higher and dropped into the dark hole to hell.

-Mistys Pov-

I could feel her coming closer, she was so close now, and our bound is strengthening by the minute.

Suddenly everything shook and then there was yelling. Curious, I walked out of my room to see what the commotion was about. Walking down the halls as yelling demons ran by me, I followed them. They led me to a wider part of the halls where hundreds of demons stood in an attacking position all looking up.

Following their gazes, I looked up and my eyes widened at the massive hole that was above us. The gates have been open.

Suddenly there was a flash from the hole and the next moment someone landed on the ground in a squatting kind of position with their head down and her long brown hair curtained around her face, blocking it from view.

Before the demons (I don't like to count myself as one) could even move on her, she was standing up straight. She was beautiful. Long, dark, lush brown hair flowed over her shoulders in perfect waves, not a strand out of place. She had the perfect body, one any girl could only dream to have. She had the perfect face too, from her nose to her cheekbones to her lips but I couldn't see her eyes from here. I almost envied be sisters looks.

We finely meet. After, over a millennium, we finely meet again. But the question is; what is she? Is she werewolf and vampire or angel and demon?

Her eyes looked up and they briefly met mine before moving her gaze elsewhere. I could finely see her eye colour well eye colours.  They flashed from coal black to ice blue to blood red to a bright purple. What the! What was that? What is she?

She then brought up the sword I just noticed that was held in her hand and swang it at the closest demon to her in the blink of an eye. Before he could react he burst into flames screaming in pain and turned to a pile of ashes that quickly disappeared. After that, all hell broke loose. As demons went and attacked her, she swiftly moved around them, bringing them out one by one.

At each attack she received, she only seemed to grow angrier. I could feel it in our bond; I could feel her anger, her rage and her sadness. She was here for her soul mate and she was here for revenge.

Her anger was rising quickly as I saw her eyes start to glow brighter than before. Suddenly wings ripped out behind her back. Her right one was the bat like wing of a demon and her left was a purple, feathery wing of an angel. "The Chosen One" has risen as an angel and demon. My sister was half angel half demon, the most powerful she could be.

Then a halo popped up out of nowhere above her head. It glowed gold as it hovered above her but this halo seemed different to the other halos I've seen on angels but I couldn't figure it out.

Then suddenly something happened that I was certainly was not expecting. Her nails lengthened and so did her ears slightly as they were now covered in hair-no fur. Her jaw also seemed to lengthen a bit. Then her skin turned into a marble white colour and two sharp teeth-fangs popped out of her mouth.

They were signs of a werewolf and vampire. No way! She can't possibly be all four. It's impossible. She can't be!

The sudden feel of anger through our bond snapped me out of my internal battle as I looked back up to my sister. She now had her eyes closed but seemed to be fighting even better even though her eyes were closed it still seemed like she could see her surroundings better. Then out of now where, most of the demons burst into flames, burning to their deaths.