The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness

- ENRIQUE ~

stone."

When I remain silent, he speaks again. "The spirit wolves who will always be at your beck and call. But as your forefathers before you, you must find the Ash Stone that will give you supreme power over them; but you will not be able to summon them without the "I said something, and I felt..."

He looks concerned, and I don't like the concern on his face. "There is a special incantation, but it must not be spoken without the Ash Stone. I doubt you have spoken-"

"By the fiery embrace of the sun, the powerful shroud of the moon, the celestial light of the stars and the heart of the earth; I, Enrique Ignacio Escarra, the last of my bloodline, summon forth the power bestowed upon me as the rightful heir of the sacred title. Let these bindings be shattered, the shackles sundered, and the unleashed energies come forth? ... I said all that," I say, masking my unease.

I watch him carefully, not missing the way he swallows before he lifts his head up. "It doesn't matter. We will find the Ash Stone immediately. I see you have already begun your research. The answer will find you. But we must make haste because, without it, there can be consequences."

I frown as I pick one of them up, "What do you mean?"

"I don't know what they are but I believe this book will give some answers." "And what is this book?"This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"It is a journal that may provide you with answers that you seek, the truth behind the beginning of the Escarras... you will not find the answers in the books before you. This one was entrusted to me by your father... long before the devil consumed him, he told me to give it to you when the time comes."

"And you decided to wait this long?" I growl.

"He said when you accept your heritage."

"This Ash Stone, is it passed down?"

"A new one shall appear with each king stepping into his birthright."

I see... "How did my father find his? Where does one look?"

"I am afraid I do not know. The Djinn assisted your father in finding his."

"Right. Well, since you wasted so much time, I'll see what I can find in these." I answer stubbornly.

My madre had once said something to me, and I wonder why. She was the reason I had sworn never to unlock those powers.

'Promise me, mijo, that you will never l**t for power. You are an alpha. You are enough just like this... promise me, mijo."

"I promise."

I had vowed to keep her word, but my concern for Kataleya had surpassed that. I'm struggling to remember everything from my past, but Hugo would know. Maybe the cabrón, Carlos, did something right for once.

"My madre made me take an oath to never become El Rey Carmesí. Why?"

"I might not know for certain, but perhaps a little look in history might give you the answer you seek. But it is a long story, Alpha. It would involve the history that is written in these books, along with others that are not written. Would you like me to explain them to you?"

"Yes, we have all night and since you wish to serve, start talking." I gesture to the sofa opposite as I pick up my mug and look at the older man. The corners of his eyes crinkle as he sits down.

"Tell me, Alpha Enrique, do you believe in the gods?"

I cock a brow. "Yeah, maybe."

"Then do you believe that there was a time that the gods once walked this very earth?"

"I guess so, there's a lot of shit that exists that sounds unbelievable. What's a few immortals?"

He smiles, "Then let me tell you about the daughter of the goddess Hecate. The Lesser Goddess, Circe."

This story has not begun and I already know I'm in for a long headache.

"Continue, or do you need a formal invitation before speaking every sentence?"

He chuckles at that. "Well, Circe was known as an enchantress. From all of Hecate's children she, like her mother, possessed magic and was known to enchant handsome men, as well as pretend to be what she was not." "Where is this going?"

"Patience, My King."

I frown as I glare at him. "Well?"

"Well, there was a crystal clear rule that although a god could mix with mortals, there were certain things that should never happen. And one such encounter between a mortal and the Lesser Goddess, Circe, bore a forbidden fruit." "Right, like Adam and Eve?" I growl. "This story is annoyingly boring."

He isn't phased as he sighs. "Well, listen carefully for a little while longer, My King. This part is important."

I'm sure it fucking is. Not.

"The Goddess Circe was with child, and when this child was born, since it was forbidden, Hecate's wrath turned upon her daughter to save herself from the Supreme." Hugo continues.

Taking a deep breath, he continues. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on . Visit to read the complete chapters for free. "Circe was given the choice to either kill her offspring or to abandon her and return to the lands of Hecate in the immortal realm for eternity, and so Circe did what any mother would. She left the child with its father and never returned. Damning herself to a life of imprisonment."

"And where is this going? I hate roundabout stories." I pinch the bridge of my nose and Hugo smiles. Despite my irritation he is calm as he sits there, just as he used to when I was a child, tolerating and unphased by my wrath.

"Who do you think Circe's lover might have been?"

Sounds like I'm in a fucking lesson. "Let me guess, an Alpha?"

"Indeed. And when this Alpha gazed at his daughter, with her vibrant red hair and large golden eyes, he pondered on a name that would be befitting and so he named her; Roja."

"Red."

Hugo nods "Correct. She grew up, a wolf in all aspects, yet she was something more; stronger, faster and with the blood of a goddess running through her veins. A Demi-Goddess. Roja was powerful, and she ended up being mated to an alpha who was said to be the first Alpha of the Caribbean. An Escarra."

I know where this is going before he even speaks the next words.

"And from this union, the first Rey Carmesí was born."