Novel Storm
Chapter 120
Chapter 120
CARLYLE’S POV
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Delilah gestured for us to come closer, her expression grave as she gazed up at the sky, a weighty sigh escaping her lips before she began to speak.
“As expected, to be forewarned is to be forearmed.”
Rex’s brow furrowed in confusion as he listened intently, his eyes searching Delilah’s face for answers.
“What do you mean by that? And why weren’t you surprised when I mentioned Raina’s death?
Delilah’s voice carried solemnity as she began to recount the tale of Raina’s misguided actions. Her words were terse, each syllable laden with the weight of regret and forewarning.
“Your sister’s fiery temperament was no secret to me. She came to me with a reckless determination, fueled by jealousy and vengeance. She sought to harm her perceived love rival, blinded by her own desires and consumed by a thirst for retribution.”
Rex listened intently, his features contorted with a mixture of disbelief and sorrow as he absorbed the truth of Delilah’s words.
“I warned her of the consequences of her actions, cautioned her against the path she was intent on treading. But Raina was stubborn, unwilling to heed my counsel. She was determined to pursue her own course, heedless of the danger that awaited her.”
Delilah’s narrative settled over us like a heavy shroud, each word a somber reminder of the tragedy that has unfolded. Rex’s fists clenched with a silent fury.
“I… I never knew… I never realized how far she had fallen. How could she… how could she be so blind to the dangers that awaited her?”
Rex’s voice trembled with emotion as he spoke, understanding the harsh reality of his sister’s choices and their devastating consequences.
Delilah’s gaze softened with empathy as she regarded Rex, her voice gentle yet tinged with sorrow.
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“Sometimes, the allure of vengeance blinds us to the perils that lie in wait. Your sister was consumed by her own. desires, unable to see beyond her own pain. It is a tragedy, indeed.”
“There’s something I don’t understand… Why did the contents of the bottle gather back and attack Raina after spilling on the floor?” My voice broke the somber silence that took place. Delilah’s gaze shifted to me, her expression calm yet curious as she waited for me to voice my inquiry. From NôvelDrama.Org.
All eyes turned to me, anticipating, as we awaited Delilah’s response. With a knowing nod, Carlyle to voice his question.
“Ask, and you shall receive answers.”
I took a deep breath, my voice steady as I posed my question to Delilah.
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“How did you know that Raina attacked Sidonnie during the blue moon? And why didn’t she use the contents of the bottle as intended?”
“Raina’s actions were driven by haste and impulse. She sought to exact her revenge without fully understanding the consequences of her actions. When she attacked Sidonnie during the blue moo she disrupted the balance of the magic, causing it to retaliate against her. As for how I knew… Raina did not stay to hear the details of my warning before she fled.” Delilah’s response was measured, her gaze steady as she addressed my inquiry with clarity and certainty.
Listening to her, the pieces of the puzzle slowly fell into place as I began to understand the chain of events that led to Raina’s demise.
“But, you shouldn’t have given her what she asked for, Delilah. She was the only family I had left, now, she’s gone.” Rex’s voice quivered as he said this to the witch, holding back tears. Delilah met his gaze with a mixture of sympathy and resolve looking a bit sorrowful.
“I understand your pain, Rex. But some things are beyond our control. Some paths are set in motion long before we even realize it. I had no choice but to honor Raina’s request, for the threads of fate had already been woven.”
Rex’s shoulders sagged with the weight of his sorrow, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.
In the end, everything was clear and Raina was to blame for everything. If she hadn’t harboured evil intentions against Sidonnie, none of these would have happened.
“My condolences, Alpha Rex.” I placed a comforting hand on his shoulders.
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With a heavy heart, Rex took a moment to compose himself before turning to face Donald and I.
“Thank you… both of you. I appreciate your support.”
We offered Rex a firm handshake and a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
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“You don’t have to worry about Raina’s body. We’ll make arrangements on how it’ll reach you.” I said and he nodded, leaving in despair.
DONALD’S POV
As I followed the two Alpha’s out of Delilah’s coven, a sudden clatter broke the silence, drawing everyone’s attention. I glanced down to see what had fallen, realizing it was from my own hand. Bending to retrieve it, I found myself face–to–face with Delilah, her piercing gaze fixed on the object in my palm.
“Where did you find that?” she asked.
“It’s just a gift from a friend,” I replied casually, though her intense scrutiny left me feeling uneasy. “Is there a problem?”
Delilah’s expression softened slightly, but her eyes remained serious.
“You don’t know the value of what you hold,” she stated cryptically.
Confusion creased my brow as I examined the object more closely. It appeared to be a simple stone, smooth and polished to perfection, a rare gem which I was told to have been gifted by Mason. But Delilah’s words hinted at something more, something ancient and powerful.
“What do you mean?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.
“This,” she began, reaching out to gently take the stone from my hand, “is a speech stone. Used by the Canthrastras in ancient times to send messages to their loved ones.”
My mind reeled at the revelation. A speech stone? How could such a relic find its way into the hands of Mason?
“Why would Mason have something like this?” I wondered, my thoughts racing.
Delilah’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “Perhaps there are more uses for it than you realize,” she mused, her eyes twinkling with hidden knowledge.
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“Then, do you know of any other use?” I asked and she nodded.
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“About that….I learnt that there’s a way the Canthrastras use it to spy on whoever they want to if channelled properly.” She said briefly.
My mind raced as Delilah revealed another layer of the speech stone’s capabilities. To think that someone could use it to spy on me sent a shiver down my spine. The thought of unseen eyes watching my every move filled me with a sense of vulnerability I had never known before.
Before I could fully grasp the implications of Delilah’s words, Carlyle’s voice cut through the tension skeptically.
“Is that really the stone I gave to you for Mason?” he pressed, his tone tinged with doubt.
I bristled at his insinuation, my defenses rising in response.
“Of course it is,” I shot back, irritated. “Why would you even question that?”
But Carlyle remained unconvinced, his gaze steady as he met my eyes.
“Amelia,” he stated simply, his words hanging in the air like a weight.
The mention of my mate’s name only fueled my frustration. “This has nothing to do with Amelia,” I snapped, my temper flaring. “It was the stone you gave me. If you don’t trust me, you can take it back and have him identify
it.”
But even as I spoke the words, doubt gnawed at the edges of my resolve and I bet Carlyle felt the same too. How could Mason possess such material? That question never ceased to pop up in my
mind no matter how I thought
of it.
There was only one way to find out. I turned to Carlyle with determination.
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“About this, we need to talk to Mason,” I declared firmly. “He’s the only one who can give us the answers we seek.”
“Sure, let’s return in that case.”
However, before we left, I asked Delilah another mind bugging question.
“Do you
know i
there’s a way to know if you’re being spied on with it?”
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“No, I have no idea about that. I never had the chance to learn about it.”
“How are you so sure it was a speech stone?” Carlyle asked.
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“I’ve once used it. My husband was a Canthrastra.” She answered sadly and we apologized for bringing up memories she probably didn’t want to.
After that, I and Carlyle bade her byes, thanked her for all she did and returned home.