You Bare My Mark ( My Mate Series) novel Chapter 175

19 - Chapter Nineteen - Unknown’s Point Of View.

A While Later*

Hell truly was about to unfold in the north.  A single brand new soul was why we all watched the slowly unfolding hell. Every single one of them including I wanted that soul and we would rest at nothing. A newborn's soul was perfect for many things. It wouldn't be long now until things got underway. The rogues moved to keep from being found out. They trained and practised only one thing, and that was death.

Smiling I watched on. I would have that soul first.

Quietly moving away from the hell unfolding I watched the younger male resting in his bed. That child was like a beacon to all.

"M'lord, Things are growing violent between the waiting monsters."

"I will deal with it."

With one look back at the male, I smiled. Rest easy small wolf, your child is mine.

Getting back to the unfolding action it was a scene of hell above the hell on the ground. Angels, demons, reapers and all alike fought for what they thought was possible. The more they killed themselves the less I would have to kill when I finally showed my interest in the baby's soul. using the powers I had I was easily cloaked from them all.  I watched the rogues get the last of their training in, they planned to attack in the dark of night. Come morning that child would be dead.

I, however, didn't want the pure soul the way it was.  I had no use for a newborn child, however a male of age, who didn't have a use for that.

As the wolves set out I dropped my cloak. My aura was quick to incase the sky. You could feel the thick fear in the air from the monster set to get the soul. My kind only had one name known, The Skorwn. We ourselves were monsters. Whispers and talking broke out soon following my reveal. No one left, however, That was still more than fine with me.

When the rogues were no more than two hours from the child all of the hell above started. My right hand Saxor brought me the only thing I enjoyed holding more than souls, My sword.  The handle was crafted out of a metal infused with souls, called Soulrite, Far stronger than any metal known to humans. The blade was blood red and you could hear the souls inside cry for blood.  the black diamonds and rubies in the handle glowed in the last of the moonlight.

Saxor pulled his own sword out of thin air, his animus (Heart) Laegan's Sword was next. I was to my followers, What a king was to his people.