My Boyfriend Is A Campus Bad Boy - Chapter 218

Thousands of years ago, witches and werewolves were allies. Every battle against other creatures became a piece of cake because of their merged forces.

Lord Solomon, the alpha and the leader of the pure blood pack made an agreement with Hiraya, the queen of witches. They had promised in front of heaven, that they will remain associates until the next, next generation.

Unfortunately, when Hiraya passed the throne because of her age to her daughter, Herathesia, her younger sister took an advantage to the situation. She felt envious of her who was crowned as the new queen of witches.

One, cold night, Damara snuck inside of the new queen’s room. It was surrounded by armed guards but Damara used her power and manipulated them all.

“Duties done! Go back to your quarters now!” It was strangely the same as the queen’s voice and all of the guards went back to their quarters and left the queen asleep.

She was hiding at the wall and watched the guards vanished from her sight. Successfully, she smiled mischievously and looked throughout the hallway. There were guards anymore but before she entered inside, she pretended to be the queen through the potion that she had made.

Damara effortlessly looked like Herathesia and the potion she had made would only last for how many hours. As quick as she should be, she hurriedly opened the door with no difficulties.

The door needed the queen’s palms and eyes and it would automatically be opened. “Hmm, I love this creation of mine.” she murmured and looked at the real queen who was in a deep sleep. “Forgive me, my beloved sister but I can’t just watch and stand seeing you on the throne!”

Her true colors have finally shown after a long time of concealing and the hatred she felt towards her sister became the reason of her evil plans and beliefs.

“I must steal the ring of darkness tonight!”

The ring of darkness was too powerful and influential. It possessed the magic of loyalty but if it was used for bad intentions, the ring would be imprisoned forever in the darkness of hell.

And the only thing that would redeem and cleanse the ring of darkness, the chosen heiress must wear the ring and drop her sacred blood to it until the evil spirits vanished and stayed in the darkness.

“Hmm, where did you hide it, Herathesia? Where is the ring that should be mine?” she whispered to the cold wind that blew up inside of the breathtaking room. Silently, she walked closer to the glowing bed that was surrounded with expensive and rarest type of silks.

Damara smiled bitterly as her hands trailed off to the smooth and relaxing silks. She also wished to be in a room filled with the same fabric but, it was impossible to happen because she was not the queen and she will never be.

Tears shone on her emerald eyes as she couldn’t control the rage within. Her hands suddenly rested on the queen’s neck but Herathesia was protected by a powerful spell. No one could ever harm her even in her sleep.

Angrily, Damara pointed her index finger to the white vase on the right side of the room and it suddenly turned into a hideous frog. She rubbed her hair in despair until she heard a gaudy yet dark shadow of a man.

The shadow said, “At the sacred box under the cabinet of potions.”

“At the sacred box under the cabinet of potions.”

“A- are you telling me the truth?” Damara was tensed when she clearly heard the black shadow’s voice. She gulped, walked slowly towards the cabinet of potions.

She looked at Herathesia who didn’t even move and felt her presence of because of the spell. “I’m sorry but I have to this alone! I have to prove myself that I can be a queen like you!”

Anger and hatred brought Damara to the darkness. With no doubt and hesitation, she bent her knees and searched for the scared box until she felt a hard thing same as the box.

Surprisingly, Damara pulled it out and stumbled upon when she has finally found where the ring was kept for a long time.

A wide smile flushed on her lips and she said, “I owe you this time, black shadow! In the right time, I will return the favor like what it should be.”

“Look into the floor and you’ll see a way out of this room without being caught.” The shadow told her until it vanished and a cold wind touched on her skin. “See you sooner or later, Damara.” A black smoke drifted by the wind and it moved around Damara who was dazed and shaken.

“He’s right! I must not use the main door!” she exclaimed until she stood out and looked at her reflection on the mirror. “I can’t escape with my real identity!”

As she held the sacred box, Damara searched for the secret chamber that was concealed by the color of the floor.

Patiently, Damara looked for it until she noticed a different shape of tile. She sighed, looked at the door for the last time and turned her eyes to the queen who suddenly moved.

“I must escape now before she ruins all of my plans!” she exclaimed and quickly moved the tile through the power that she has. “Opentumcensuim!” she murmured until she saw a small passage with no light and more.

Right that moment, with courage, hatred and selfish ambitions, Damara stole the ring of darkness and escaped from the queen’s room without trace and witnesses.

Through the black shadow who helped her found the ring, she possessed the powerful ring that would entirely put an end to the righteousness who lived peacefully and with dignity.

And that night, Herathesia was awakened by a suspicious noise that came from the underground. Her hearing was different from other witches who has unique abilities.

She frighteningly stood up, wore the sacred robe until she murmured someone’s name with a heavy feeling on her chest, “Damara!” she said as the cold, howling wind blew up the entire, spacious room.