Sinful Mates 1-3

chapter 95

Imogen’s POV

Astral and I made a huge pentagram on the grass with salt. Luckily, it was a clear day today, only a

soft breeze. The sky clear as the sun shone brightly down on us. Tobias watching his perfect lawn with

not a blade of grass out of place.

“You know I only just repaired the grass from you last time you destroyed it, and now your mixing

salt in it,” he whinged.

“For someone as dominant and intimidating as you, I never pictured you being a green thumb

when I met you,” I retorted.

“I just like my lawn and gardens looking nice, nothing wrong with wanting nice grass.” I shake my

head as I hear multiple cars driving down the driveway. Looking up, five cars drive toward the house

before stopping out the front.

“Are you sure they won’t notify the council?” I ask Astral, worried they might come for my son if

they find out.

“Positive, witches stick to themselves, especially when it comes to magic and power, none of us

want it falling into the wrongs hands” She tells me as we walk around greeting them. The car doors

open, and women jump out. There were about twelve women who got out, all looking around nervously.

Astral introduces everyone and explains what’s going on with Thaddeus. Some look sceptical, others

scared, and I realise the situation is more dire than I first thought.

I also noticed by their Auras that there were three air users, three water, three earth and three fire

users here. Leaving me and the oracle the only spirit users.

“Why so many?” I ask Astral. Making her turn to me.

“His magic at the moment is contained inside him and still weak, but once we draw on it. It will

awaken and fight against us. It won’t be trapped easily. Unfortunately, you and I are the only spirit users

alive, so it will take its toll on us the most. Especially you because your magic is tainted and you’re

Thaddeus’s mother so it may even try to reach out to you recognising you as a safe place, but you

mustn’t give into it.

Suddenly Josiah and Caroline pull up. Caroline jumps out of the car. “What’s this I hear about

witches coming and doing stuff to my grandson I demand answers now” She says walking over. Josiah NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

walks over calmly placing a hand on Caroline’s shoulder making her relax. Tobias and Theo walk out.

“Come, we will explain,” he says waving his mother into the house. She eyes us suspiciously

before stalking inside. The witches all walk out the back to the pentagram and I watch as each one

lines up behind their elemental point. Astral moves to the centre and pulls five small blades from her

pocket. She then walks over and hands the first witch at each point a blade, before bringing the last

blade and standing on the top point with me. I watch horrified as each one slices their palm before

holding it over the point dripping blood into the pentagram, they then move handing the knife to the

next and they do the same.

Astral does the same before handing me the blade.

“This doesn’t feel very hygienic” I tell her as I slice my palm and imitate her actions. Astral

chuckles.

“You will be fine, your dead already anyway what the worst that could happen” She laughs. Each

witch, then circles around the outer ring of the pentagram and Caroline walks out with Thaddeus in her

arms.

“I’m telling you witches now, harm even one follicle of hair on that kid’s head and I will eat every

one of you,” she says flashing her fangs for emphasis before placing him in the centre of the

Pentagram. He grabs fistfuls of the grass, making his father groan as he pulls it from the roots. I

chuckle before a silence falls over everyone as they join hands.

I watch the magic go from hand to hand, spreading through each person before finally reaching

me. I gasp at its strength as we channel each other’s power. When the magic hits Astral, she shudders,

and her eyes glaze over before turning an eerie white. Thaddeus must be able to feel the power as he

stops and watches for a second before going back to ripping the grass out.

Astral starts muttering under her breath, looking up at the sky before looking straight ahead. She

chants in a foreign language and I watch as each witch’s eyes glaze over matching Astral’s. They chant

one by one and when I feel it roll over me. I shudder and become frozen in place, my lips moving yet I

don’t understand the words leaving them, but I can feel power building to immeasurable levels.

Suddenly Thaddeus squeals loudly and my eyes snap to his. They burn brightly flickering between the

silver to gold and red then go black even his scleras go black. I want to go to him and tell him he is

okay, yet I can’t move a muscle. Locked in place. I see Caroline go to step forward, Josiah pulls her

back.

At first, I didn’t understand why. Until I saw it. There was a thick mist escaping from my son. He

wasn’t in any pain as it slipped out of his fingertips and toes. It poured out of him before forming a cloud

above him, growing in size. The clear sky turned to night as strong winds whipped around us. The cold

of the wind stinging my skin. Lightening cracked above us, and I looked towards Astral. All the witches

looking to her in alarm as we watched my son’s magic grow bigger. Zapping loudly, angry, and

malevolent. The temperature dropped massively. I could see our breath in the air and the sky turned

dark and angry. The noise was so loud as the winds picked up to hurricane levels.

I thought we were going to be blown away when suddenly I felt the ground move. Roots shooting

from the ground and wrapping around everyone’s feet, holding us in place.

Everyone had stopped chanting now and I could feel the energy coming of my son’s magic and it

terrified me. I thought my magic was dark, but I couldn’t imagine anything more terrifying as the magic

that was my son. If my magic were dark, his was a black hole nothing could escape it as I felt myself

being drawn to it. It started absorbing everyone’s power. Consuming our magic like it was nothing but

air. I felt the air become trapped in my lungs as I fought the urge to let go of Astral hands.

“Hold the circle, don’t let it break” Astral screamed. Sweat beaded all over my body as I fought

against the urge to let go and run.

“Keep it centred, push it inside itself” I tried to do as she said but it was like pushing on a brick wall.

Everyone straining, trying to hold on when suddenly I felt it pierce me. The magic hitting me in the

centre of my chest. Stabbing pain radiating throughout my body and I felt every hair on my body stand

on end.

“Fight it Imogen, it can feel your magic. Ground yourself” Her voice hypnotic, running through my

head. Suddenly I see images flashing before my eyes. Like an old black-and-white movie. Images of

my childhood, images of my mother. Memories flooding into me and memories of my father. Memories I

didn’t know existed, suppressed, and hidden away. He was always there, then he would leave taking

the memories with him and each time taking a piece of my mother who was left to find the only

happiness she could, in the bottom of a bottle. Only to return and her light would return, only for it to

leave once he would go again, and I recognised that sadness that fell over her. It was the sadness of

being without your mate. Memories of my magic before my mother took it away, memories of her giving

hers up for me. The last memory I have of my father is at a park and a woman I instantly recognised as

Bianca arguing with him. I was just a child at the time.

Memories of my mother dying, memories of Tobias and Theo and the months of being together.

Every memory we shared all flashing before my eyes at lightning speed.

I hear Astral screaming for me to find my grounding and push the magic out. That’s when the

picture stills and I find it. My grounding place, my meaning for living. The very person my life is worth

fighting for. The one thing that matters most in this world. My son smiling back at me as he grasps air

for me to pick him up. That one image, yet in it I felt nothing but love. Nothing but acceptance. The one

person I would lay my life down for, repeatedly, just to make sure he could live his.

I feel tears run down my cheek and a strength I never knew I had built within me as I feel light

consume me. I scream as I feel it burst from me, shoving the darkness back before wrapping around

the darkness, gripping it tightly. My surroundings becoming that of the yard and the witches

surrounding me. Like an elastic band, everything snaps back into place. I watch as my magic grips the

darkness, strangling it and holding it in place, when suddenly Astral breaks the circle but my magic still

holds. She then walks to the centre of the circle with my bracelet in her hand and I watch amazed as it

is sucked into the charm before I feel the ground shake and air rushes past us before everything stills.

The clouds up above clearing and storm dissipating.

Astral then walks over and places the bracelet in my hand. “Keep this safe” She says. I nod before

placing it on my wrist. The pendant glows angry but trapped forever, concealed within the confines of

the vines and pentagram.

Silence falls over everyone before everyone murmurs excitedly, and I am left feeling nothing less

than whole. For once, my life finally making sense as a new sense of clarity washes over me. Bending

down, I pick up Thaddeus and he happily tugs on my shirt. I kiss his head and Tobias and Theo come

over hugging us.

“I saw him?” I whisper.

“Saw who?” Theo asks.

“My father, he was always there I just didn’t know it” I tell them. Everyone stays for coffee and

lunch and by the time everyone leaves I am exhausted. Crawling in bed, I lay between Theo and

Tobias. Thaddeus asleep in his crib.

“What a week?” I mutter, completely drained.

“Hmm, its nearly over though one more obstacle than it is done,” Tobias says, rolling over and

wrapping his arm around my waist.

“Are you nervous about tomorrow?” I shake my head as barbaric as it was to fight to the death, I

wasn’t nervous. I just wanted it all over with so we can move on with our lives.

“No, I can handle Bianca. It’s after that I am nervous about.”

“Why is that?” he asks.

“Because we can finally move on with our lives. We have always had distractions, things getting in

the way, it will be strange when it’s just all of us for eternity” I tell them.

“What do you mean?” Theo asks, rolling over to face me.

“I mean that after it is all said done, I need to do what my mother did to protect me. I need to give

up my magic and become like you.”