Her Immortal Destiny

Strong

Wyatt POV

The entire property trembled under the force of the attack. This size of assault could only mean one thing - multiple immortal witches, high-ranking, from more than one bloodline. And without a doubt, one of them was Misty's mother.

"We stick together," I said to Misty, and she nodded. Yet, the look in her eyes also suggested that she feared we might not. I couldn't bear the thought of losing her to them.

I turned to my grandmother, the head of our bloodline, and looked into her eyes. I couldn't risk her life. We had a shelter underneath the property.

"You must go into hiding," I said to her.

"I know this fight isn't meant for me, but I will aid the two of you even from the shelter," she replied before running off.

"The barrier will break soon. There's no way we can keep it up against this many," I explained to Misty. "My grandmother will be safe. They won't reach her. But you are the main target. Our goal is to fight but also to escape. I will take you to another safe place."

"We can't keep running. More will get hurt," Misty said.

"We can't take on this many, and I refuse to allow you to use the mark of the originals against them. It will be too much for you to handle," I admitted to her honestly.

As the house shook again and the walls cracked from the immense power from the spells being used to break the barrier, Misty whispered, "I love you." I felt the power of our barrier wane, followed by the electric energy of spells flowing around us.

As a dark mist enveloped the house, its suffocating grip tightened around us, making it increasingly difficult to draw a single breath. Panic surged through my veins, but I refused to succumb to its paralyzing grasp. With every ounce of my being, I summoned my inner strength and began to chant a spell, desperately seeking a way to counter the oppressive mist.

In the midst of the chaos, I reached out for Misty’s hand, intertwining our fingers tightly. Our connection served as a grounding force, a reminder that we were in this together. With determination etched on our faces, we sprinted towards the nearest exit, our hearts pounding in sync.

But our escape was far from smooth. Emerging from the thick fog, a daunting sight greeted us. Over twenty witches, their sinister presence amplified by the eerie mist, stood in our path. I had a duty to protect Misty, and I would not falter.

Drawing strength from within, I mustered the energy to chant another spell, my voice growing louder, resonating with power. Misty, mirrored my actions, her own incantations weaving with mine. Together, we aimed to harness the magic coursing through us, directing it towards our adversaries.

As the spells left our lips, they crackled with energy, forming ethereal projectiles that soared through the air, seeking out their targets. The witches, caught off guard by our unexpected onslaught, faltered momentarily. But they quickly regrouped, retaliating with their own spells, creating a chaotic battleground of magic.

With every surge of power, I shielded Misty, positioning myself between her and the impending danger. The air crackled with energy as spells clashed and collided, filling the sky with bursts of vibrant colors and thunderous explosions.

Though outnumbered, we fought with unwavering resolve, refusing to let fear dictate our actions. Our spells intensified, becoming more potent with each passing moment.

Misty’s attack magic had grown stronger, evident in the pure energy swirling around her. But as a woman stepped forward, she faltered, her gaze locked on the figure before her. It was her mother. I could sense the tension in the air, the heavy scent of anticipation mixed with a hint of sorrow. Misty’s conflicted emotions were palpable, her desire to end this clash with her own blood, yet the struggle to harm her own kin. Unlike her mother, she radiated an aura of pure goodness.

I observed as her mother began to chant, her voice carrying an eerie resonance. A surge of dark energy emanated from her, an unsettling presence. I muttered a curse under my breath, knowing all too well the malevolence of dark magic. The look in her mother’s eyes revealed a transformation, a descent into darkness. There was no trace of goodness left within her.

Desperate to protect Misty, I attempted to counter the dark magic. But the power she wielded was relentless, a potent force that wrapped around Misty’s body. I watched in horror as the dark energy coiled like sinister vines, piercing into Misty’s flesh. The pain etched on her face, the agony etching deep into her being. It ignited a pure rage within me, an unyielding determination to prevent anyone from inflicting such suffering upon her.

My heart pounded in my chest, and my hands clenched into tight fists. A burst of adrenaline fueled my conviction to protect Misty at all costs. The anger manifested in my body, causing my muscles to tense and my jaw to clench.

With a furious resolve, I focused my magic, summoning the purest form of my power. The air crackled with anticipation as I chanted ancient incantations, drawing upon the essence of my own inner goodness.

With a forceful sweep of my arm, I released the concentrated light energy towards the dark vines that ensnared Misty. The clash of opposing energies created a powerful shockwave, shaking the ground beneath us. A brilliant explosion of light erupted, dispelling the darkness momentarily.

Misty, still on her knees, gasped for breath, her body trembling from the pain inflicted upon her. But her persistence remained unbroken. With a flicker of her eyes, she met mine, her gaze filled with an unyielding resolve. She silently communicated her gratitude and trust in me, giving me the strength to continue fighting with her.

Gritting my teeth, I focused my attention back on Misty’s mother, whose eyes burned with a malevolent fervor. The darkness within her had consumed any remnants of love or compassion, leaving only a thirst for power and destruction. I couldn’t let her win.

Misty rose once more, standing by my side in the heat of battle. With a fleeting glance, we synchronized our movements, ready to unleash our unique attack spell. Together, our voices harmonized as we chanted the incantation we had crafted together - a spell exclusively for us to wield. As the words left our lips, a new mist materialized, distinct from the dark tendrils of magic cast by our enemies. This mist, imbued with a radiant glow.

As the mist enveloped our enemies, their faces contorted in astonishment. The light within the mist seemed to penetrate their very beings, momentarily freezing them in their tracks. Their movements became sluggish, their eyes wide with disbelief, as if they were trapped in a mesmerizing dream.

The intensity of our emotions, fueled by our unwavering bond, infused the mist with an otherworldly power. It pulsed with the energy of love and unity, a force so potent that it disrupted the darkness that had sought to consume us. The mist’s ethereal tendrils danced around our assailants, gently caressing their skin, yet rendering them powerless.

Within the suspended silence, Misty and I locked eyes once more. In that brief exchange, our souls connected, reaffirming our shared purpose. The spell we had crafted together, born from our intertwined destinies and the depth of our affection, had become a testament to our unyielding resolve.

For a fleeting moment, I dared to believe that victory was within our grasp, and a glimmer of hope whispered in my ear. But then, a chilling chorus of voices pierced the silence, resonating with the echoes of dark incantations. The sound seemed to materialize from all directions, rendering us immobile. In an instant, before our disbelieving eyes, more immortals materialized - the very embodiment of darkness itself. My breath hitched in my chest, constricted by the sheer malevolence that radiated from them. Misty’s coven, driven by insatiable hunger for power, had shamelessly aligned themselves with these sinister beings. A dreadful realization washed over me - I had no other recourse but to wield the forbidden arts of dark magic against them. My trembling hand found solace in the concealed depths of my pocket, fingers brushing against the ring that held an arsenal of wicked spells, waiting to be unleashed upon myself, if need be.

In the past, I never felt fear when facing an enemy. However, now, a sense of fear overwhelmed me as I worried about losing Misty if I wasn’t strong enough. My heart raced in my chest, pounding so loudly I could almost hear it over the chanting. The weight of the situation pressed down on me, causing a cold sweat to trickle down my forehead. The air around us grew heavy with the dark energy emanating from the casters.

Misty’s warning not to use dark magic echoed in my mind, I hesitated, torn between the desperate need to defend ourselves and the fear of succumbing to the darkness. The conflicting emotions twisted inside me, tightening like a knot. I knew that resorting to dark magic was a dangerous path, one that could consume me if I let it.

But with each passing moment, the ghastly figures created from the enemy closed in, their eerie presence suffocating. I could feel their malevolence seeping into my very being, tempting me with the power they possessed. It was a tempting offer, the allure of strength to combat the overwhelming odds.

Still, I fought against the urge, my hand hovering over the hidden ring. The weight of the decision pressed heavily on my conscience. The thought of becoming like the dark ones terrified me, but so did the thought of losing Misty.

In the midst of the chaos we got separated, I strained my senses, desperately trying to locate Misty. Her power radiated through the darkness, a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching despair. Even though my vision was clouded, I could feel her determination and resistance against the dark forces.

Misty's power surged, enveloping the air with an ethereal energy as she skillfully countered spells and launched graceful attacks against the creatures spawned from pure evil. Yet, despite her efforts, they continued to assail relentlessly, an unending onslaught. I concentrated all my strength on the battle, but suddenly, a powerful wave of energy coursed through me, causing my body to convulse in agony. It was as if every fiber of my being was being torn apart. In the midst of this torment, I sensed Misty's mother drawing nearer, her presence palpable.

"Did you truly believe you could protect her? Now, you shall suffer, knowing she will never be yours," her mother sneered.

"Misty does not belong to you, nor does she belong to me. I am only fortunate that she chooses to stand by my side," I retorted, struggling to cast another spell. Yet, the pain intensified, ravaging my body once more, accompanied by a piercing high-pitched sound that reverberated in my ear. And then, everything faded into darkness.

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"MISTY!" I yelled, my voice echoing through the pitch-black sky as I jolted upright from the ground. The faint traces of magic lingered, slowly fading, including Misty's distinctive power signature. Standing alone, I clenched my fist, frustration and fear coursing through me. The absence of Misty could only mean one thing - they had taken her from me. I had failed in protecting her.

Frantically, I began scouring the area, desperate for any clues that could lead me to her. My hands grazed against charred trees, the remnants of magic-infused spells. Every touch was a reminder of the urgency to find her, to trace her whereabouts. As I searched, my grandmother appeared in the distance.

"You must remain calm, Wyatt," she instructed, her voice steady.

"You knew they would come for her. What did you tell her? Where is she?" I demanded, my voice laced with frustration and accusation.

"I can't tell you," she responded, a tinge of remorse evident in her tone.

Frustration boiled within me, fueled by the knowledge that Misty's life was in danger. "f**k the future, f**k everything. Without Misty, protecting it holds no meaning," I snapped.

"Do you trust in her power, in her strength, Wyatt?" My grandmother's question hung in the air, challenging me.

"Yes," I replied without hesitation.

"Then trust in her ability to survive. You have trained her well, and you have asked her to trust you in the past. Now, you must remain calm and trust her as well," my grandmother advised, her words attempting to soothe my racing thoughts. Taking a deep breath, I struggled to calm myself, to find the trust she spoke of.

"Now, Wyatt, remember the visions she showed you," my grandmother urged, a spark of determination in her eyes.

"The wolf king," I recalled, the memory flashing vividly in my mind.

"Good. Then you know where to search for her, where you must go," my grandmother affirmed. Realization hit me - they must have used teleportation to snatch Misty away. It would take me over a day to reach the area since I did not have that power. Without wasting a moment, I sprinted back towards the house, gathering supplies in a hurry. Finally, I reached my car.

"I will save her, and I will put an end to this madness," I vowed to my grandmother, the weight of the promise settling firmly on my shoulders.

I turned the key in the ignition, and the rumble of the engine filled the air. As I glanced at my grandmother, her wise eyes met mine. "I have a feeling the two of you will be saving each other," she said, her voice filled with a sense of certainty. "You still have a long and hard journey ahead of you, my grandson. But if you focus on the good in you and the one you are fated to, the two of you will survive. Fight for her, fight to continue your purpose with her, and help restore balance to this world."

With her words echoing in my mind, I pressed down on the accelerator, and the car shot forward into the night. The streetlights blurred into streaks of light as I sped towards my destination, Misty.

I would keep faith that she was standing strong, even in the face of adversity.