Alpha Knight’s Cursed Mate

NIRVANA “Asina? Wow. You are gorgeous.” I was surprised to see her standing before me. For the first time, she showed me herself- a beautiful and tall woman with straight long, dark hair, brown eyes, and a smile that could bring men to their knees. She was truly captivating, a real strong heroine in a white flowy dress. “Am I dead?”Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“About to if you won’t wake up.”

“I can’t. There’s too much pain and loss. I can’t do this, Asina. I’m too weak compared to his power. He killed everyone I loved, and I want to die along with them. I give up. And you leave me alone there.”

“Nirvana, you take it all wrong. You don’t need me to win the battle against Cyrius. All you need is your courage, your strength, and your heart.”

Frustrated, I sobbed as I fell on my knees. “He is powerful to stop, and you’re telling me to use my heart and my strength? I don’t have strength anymore. I can’t even level a percent of his power.”

“Because you believe you can’t.”

“Are you kidding me right now?” I growled in agony. “Just tell me what to do, Asina. I lost everything. I lost the man I loved, and here you are with your riddles and useless.”

“This.” She poked my chest where my heart lay. “This is what makes you win.”

“Sure it can.” I rolled my eyes, wiping the tears with the back of my hand. “Why in the hell no one has ever defeated him if the only weapon would kill him is someone’s heart?”

“They don’t have me to guide them. You have the purest heart, an untainted soul with genuine intentions. All you have to do is believe that you can do it. The people you love are your strength, Nirvana. Now wake up.”

“What he wants from me?”

“You’ll figure it out. If you finish this quest, you can be what you really are. Wake up!”

I sucked in a breath, getting up, but I was tied and pinned down to somewhat an old grave, and I was still confused about what Asina said. How could I use my heart and my beliefs to win over a powerful and pure evil to work on earth?

My body was giving up, and my strength was wearing off, yet she still believed that I could win this.

Cyrius began casting incantations that I could not even understand. The dark clouds above us were back and getting thicker and stronger each second, and he put back the shield on.

The blue-purple light was still surging and running from the ground as a source of his power.

Lighting struck from the sky, and with each step, he waved his hands, his power crashing over me, pinning me against the thick slab, trapping me into it.

I screamed in pain.

As I tried pulling off my arms against the binds, my skin tore off, blood trickling down the slab of stone.

“So you did all this for Asina?”

He stopped chanting and looked down at me. “I admire your resilience, human.”

“And who’s fault is that? What does this grand gesture have to do with me? Wait. You’re trying to wake her up?” Tears rolled down at the corner of my eyes. The last time I saw people I cared about being killed before me. “You killed Katzius. You killed Ambrose and my parents, you sick son of a bitch. So why do you still want me alive?”

“We will rule the world, Nirvana. We will be powerful together.”

“You mean you and Asina. That’s bullshit. I am nothing. I am nothing like her, the warrior.” But there was something he was not telling me, and I ought to know it. “You are just sick, and you can’t die, and you have to live alone for the rest of your miserable life. The love of your life left you. That must be hard. Wait a second. Did you see our future together, you sick psycho?”

“You don’t know how powerful we can be.” He kept saying that.

“You said that already. Is that why I am still alive because you believe in your twisted ideology that I would be your puppet and be a part of your grand plan? Well, suck it up because I won’t give you what you want now that you just killed everyone I loved. Wrong move, dude.”

This time, he ignored me and continued chanting with his eyes closed because he was confident I could not escape his trap.

With all my last strength, I closed my eyes and drew from deep within.

The source of my strength came from my heart. So, Cyrius lied when he told me I didn’t have power in his barrier. As long as my heart was beating, I had the power to defeat him.

Considering this was still a part of the ley line and he was drawing energy from the source, he tricked me into believing I was powerless and didn’t even try harder.

I could feel it pumping hard.

I could feel every beat of it.

Fuck my life.

Eyeing the source of his power, I jumped. And I did. Before he could notice me, I grabbed the dagger from the boot, and he stopped, interrupting his chanting.

With one swift motion of his hand, he threw me against the wall and pinned me there, dark eyes filled with rage, and said through gritted teeth, “You made the wrong move.”

“Did I?” I twisted my fingers and hurled the dagger at him while he used his other hand to stop it. His power was divided, but he couldn’t wield the dagger. I teleported and used Asina’s power to destroy the source.

Instead of destroying the power source, it leaped back to me, striking my body.

Panicked tightened my chest. It continued thrumming through my skin, sensations exploding, overwhelming my entire being, quaking through my bones.

I felt the surge raced through me like a wildfire licking through my skin, unstoppable, and burned its way until I fell on my knees, my eyes glowing.

The source was gone. The entire forest went into the abyss of darkness.

While he was too caught up in his shock, I caught him off guard, concealing the dagger as I lunged into him, gripped him in his arms, and jumped us out of the forest.

We fell rolling on the ground in the vineyards. Grapes and vines were crashing, and I could smell and taste them.

Then, the dark cloud was gone. The weather was back to normal. I could feel the warm sunlight against my skin and the hot breath from my mouth.

Leaping forward, I slammed my fists into his chest, and a wave of energy ripped through me. He flung away and crashed on the ground, and the impact dug a hole and a crater in his path.

He rose to his feet, and I could see his power flowing through him. He raised his hand, trying to use his magic against me, but something happened I did not expect. His power only glittered around me. Asina’s protection was back.

Screaming at the top of my lungs, I jumped into him. I opened my palm to pull the dagger. Like a magnet, its force drew it into my hand.

I gripped the dagger with both hands and aimed at his heart. His eyes widened in shock as I put all my strength into shoving the blade against his chest.

Don’t hesitate.

As horror filled his eyes, not so powerful anymore, deaths, torments- thousands of deaths reflected in his pitch-black eyes. It was terrifying.

“You will die with me.” He thundered, still fighting back.

“So be it.” I pushed it, sinking deeper, until the light from his chest blinded my eyes, detonating him like a nuclear bomb.

“Vana?”

I gasped, and my eyes went wide. “Mom, why am I here? I’m dead, am I?

“You made us proud,” she said, pulling me into her arms. “You restored the balance that I failed to do.”

“I missed you, Mom.” Tears filled my eyes quickly.

“Hey, don’t cry. We’ll see again.” She wiped the tears from my cheeks.

“What do you mean?”

“Cyrius is gone.”

“What about Ambrose? Is he really gone?”

Mom smiled at me, but she didn’t give me a direct answer.

“What does Cyrius want from me? Why he couldn’t take the dagger from me?”

“You don’t need the answers anymore. Deep in your heart, you know why.”

“I’m still confused.” Until it hit me- whatever Mom saw in Cyrius’s fate may have something to do with me. She saw how I killed him.

“If you wanna be with the people you left behind, you have to make a choice.”

“But I missed you,” I said, holding her hand. “I want to be here with you.”

“You don’t need me anymore. You finished your quest with flying colors.”

“I don’t care about the quest anymore, please?”

“You are what you are without me. All you have to do is choose what your hearts desire.”

“I’m good being a human. Knight accepted me the way I am.” “I gripped her hand. “Wait. Why do I still remember Knight? I still love him.”

“Go find your mate.” She kissed me on the cheek. “I’m so proud of you. Dad and I are proud of you.”

“Where’s Dad, mom?”

“He’s fine. Your mate is waiting for you, Nirvana.”