Darkest Hours (MGL series Book 2)

Chapter 1

Magic is a contradiction in itself. It has the enchantment of fantasy but also contains the sorcery of obscurity.

There said to be both the white and black magic in existence, although, it cannot be said which one is good and which is bad.

Madonna sported a deep frown on her alluring face as she contemplated over the ritual that was to be taking place that night. It was an important rite for her. As one of the powerful witches that the regions had ever seen, Madonna had far too many things on her platter.

She was Witch with several mysteries, both good and bad.

But the man standing before her was same as her. His dark depths of eyes had been hiding secrets quite well inside them.

He was astounding.

He was the first ever man who made her dark heart thump loudly. Her insides clenched at his mere view to her eyes. He was just so gorgeous in his own right with the cold and gloomy appearance which probed Madonna to wonder how he would look when there was desire in his eyes for her.

No, she could never go there. She was putting quite a lot of effort to leave behind any nature affection to a man. She was going to die as a lonely woman and no one could filch it from her.

"I find myself in rather a tight spot when I look at you." She whispered as if she was a siren luring the pirates into her captives. "You are not what you say you are."

The man raised his eyebrow arrogantly as he leaned over the stone wall like he owned the establishment. He eyes leered slyly as they raved over the luscious body sitting in front of him. He couldn't help but appreciate the beauty of the heartless witch in front of him.

She was intriguing.

"Whatever gave you the idea, your sacred greatness?" He mocked settling himself comfortably by the stone wall.

No, he was not the man he said to be and by now Madonna was certain of it. He was there for a motive and if wasn't for the non fulfillment of the rite she was performing from the past eight years, she wouldn't mind a mysterious adventure with her guest in disguise.

He was the meant to be the last one of her sacrifice to achieve the objective of never to fall a prey for something ineffectual call love. She was doing this from past eight years.

Eight young men to be sacrificed every year for eight years to the practice of ascetic, abstaining from any family or sensual bonds. It would shield her from falling in love.

But with the man standing before her, she couldn't get what she wanted for which she had put a lot of effort from past eight years. He was one of the eight men that were provided by Knox Garrick, the town head of Shadowvalor, few months ago for the purpose of sacrifice. Yet, every pinch of work was wasted when she had found the man doubtful.

"Who are you?" She asked again, rising from her chair. She took small seductive steps towards the man, who was amused at her expense although what he shared was a dark amusement.

"You are not a customary human." She stated rising her finger to his chest as she made feathery patterns. His chest was hard, strong and very scrumptious. Her mouth watered at the little peek over his skin.

"Forget about me. I was here for your assistance in finding someone." He rasped back heavily as his eyes darkened in thirst for blood.

Madonna was now intrigued by the man in front of her. He was there, disguised as one of her sacrifices, pretending all the while merely to ask for her assistance?

That was not believable.

"Hmm. What would I get in return if I use my magic for you?" Madonna smiled at him amusingly. The disappointment she felt when the rite is wrecked was now reinstated by the humor the man was providing her with.