Wicked (The Drake Chronicles Book 1)

WICKED

    CLOVER DONOVAN

WICKED

Copyright © 2015 by Clover Donovan

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ISBN
978-1480156685

Prologue

              The woman bound to the tree spat into the blue fire that surrounded her. The flames danced with the hay that lay beneath her, black smoke rising into the starless night sky. If anyone had seen the smoke, they still would not be able to make it before the woman had eventually burnt to ashes.

A dark haired man emerged from a bundle of dead trees, the bottom of his black trench coat hissing its way through dead pine needles and yellowed grass.

The woman gritted her teeth at the man’s appearance. It was he who had Oleandra taken from her home and brought to the woods to be tortured.

The infamous Nicholas Drake, the darkest and most powerful warlock alive, stood before her now. Nicholas’s dark eyebrows were set menacingly, while his emerald eyes oozed with pleasure. He was smiling and the woman felt bile rising in her tender throat.

Nicholas Drake was a tall man, over six feet in height, and was built like a street fighter, rugged and muscular, but always seemed to carry himself like royalty, which his bloodline wasn’t far from.

Everyone knew of the Drakes in Elsmere, from their mind manipulating ways to their abundance of dark magic. From the 1300s to the present day, there was no woman, man, or child who didn’t know of their disturbing and chilling heritage.

The freezing autumn wind blew through the forest, whispering through the trees and kissing the fire that burned relentlessly below the woman. She knew what Nicholas wanted from her and he was wasting his time. She would
never
betray her best friend.

She would die before doing so.

              “Oleandra Braswell, how nice it is to see you are still
breathing
.” Nicholas advanced through the four men that now surrounded the fire. She knew the men too, but one’s involvement surprised her the most.

Thantos Nabokov gazed up at her with sympathy rather than fury. Oleandra would have never guessed he’d be associated with the most feared man in Elsmere.

She nodded down at him and he looked away, his eyes boring into the fire. He always had the most unique eyes, Oleandra thought.

              “Oh shut up and get on with it, Nick. You cannot torture me; I’m too powerful for that,” Oleandra snickered, her dark hair blowing against her swarthy toned face.

Nicholas stared into her hazel eyes with a look that could kill and probably had.

              “
But
you can die.” Nicholas placed his hands behind his back and paced around the tree that Oleandra was bound to. She could feel her hearting in her throat.

One of the men rushed forward, clearing his throat for Nicholas’s attention. Nicholas’s head snapped toward the men and he fixed his jaw. He did not like to be interrupted.

              “What is it, Preston?”

              “Nicholas, we must make haste before someone comes along. The smoke is growing vastly above the trees.” The man pointed to the sky.

              “Thank you for informing me, Preston. And will someone please tell me why the fire was even lit before I arrived? I asked for you to keep her bound, not to stage a Salem witch burning.
Who lit the damn fire?
” Nicholas left the tree’s side and stopped in front of the men who all grew instantly tense.

              “It was me,” a pudgy man stepped forward. His long black hair was plastered to the sides of his thick neck and sweat was nearly pouring from his pale forehead.

The man directed his eyes to the ground and began pleading for forgiveness. The other men averted their attention to Oleandra.

              “Basil, I had a feeling it was you. This is the third time that you have screwed things up…
and I’m afraid this will be the last
,” Nicholas said as he raised a hand from behind him, prepared to cast a spell.

              “
Please!
Who will watch over my children?” Basil cried as he plummeted to his knees. Nicholas took a step back, a disgusted look on his face.

              “I will make sure they suffer the same fate as you, my friend. That way, you won’t have to worry about them in the afterlife.” Nicholas’s hand was too quick, gliding through the air as he conjured a death spell under his breath.

Basil toppled over almost instantly, eyes charred and a small billow of white smoke escaping through his gaping mouth. He was gone.

Oleandra turned away, tears spilling down her cheeks. She had never seen anyone killed before and the feeling was indescribable. 

              “Craven, take his body back to his house and take care of his children for me. Make it look like a hellhound attack.” Nicholas commanded and a tall, brawny, blond haired man hurried forward and knelt down beside Basil, checking his pulse for assurance.

Craven’s irises were as black as night and Oleandra shook her head at him, a dearly beloved school teacher involved in such atrocities.

              “I will be back soon,” Craven said. He was such a nice man, Oleandra thought. But she knew deep down that there had been something about Craven Bell that irked her. She just could never put her finger on it.

Quickly, Craven vanished into the air with Basil’s body, a whooshing sound reverberating through Oleandra’s ears. Finally, she stopped crying and stared down harshly at Nicholas.

              “You are as evil as they come. And I will not tell you where Marina and the children are. You’ll have to kill me too,” Oleandra growled.

              “I see, but Oleandra, I already know where Marina is. There is something else that I want from you.” Nicholas waved a hand over the fire and killed the flames.

Oleandra grew tense all of a sudden. He knew where Marina was? How did he come to find that out since Marina was cloaked?
Goblins
, Oleandra cursed under her breath. She should have known it wouldn’t be that easy to cloak her.

              “What do you want?” Oleandra snapped.

              “Grayson Drake’s scroll, you were the last one seen with it. And don’t try to-” Oleandra began laughing, cutting Nicholas off.

              “—Nick, I don’t have the scroll. Katherine does. She took it from me because she said I wasn’t trust worthy. And why do you even want it?” Oleandra explained as she tried to think of a spell that would free her from the rope she was bound with.

But she realized there was no use. Her powers were not working and she knew now that it was the rope itself that shielded her powers. One of Vander Hilt’s many magical inventions.

              “Preston, go and fetch Vander and ask him to get the scroll for me from my incompetent little sister.”

              “Yes, Sire,” Preston said and in a flash the man was gone, leaving Thantos behind to aid Nicholas. Unexpectedly, Thantos winked at Oleandra and she tilted her head in wonder.
Why had he done that?

              “So, why do you need it?” Oleandra asked, switching her gaze from the man to Nicholas. He looked up at her and smiled.

              “There’s an invisible spell on the back of the scroll and I need it.”

              “You could have just phoned me. You didn’t have to go through kidnapping me and tying me to a bloody tree to get me to speak about that. I have no intentions of stopping you. Now, let me go and I won’t go to the council.”

              “I’m sorry, Oleandra, but that is not going to happen. I can’t have you blabbing to anyone about what I’ve spoken of tonight.” For the first time, Oleandra grew truly frightened of Nicholas.

They had known each other since elementary school, played childish games with each other, and even shared a kiss once. She would have never thought, as ruthless as Nicholas was, that he’d kill
her
.

But she was
wrong
… the Nicholas she once knew no longer existed.

              “Marina will never forgive you and Ethan and Emma will never think of you as a father for what you’ve done and what you will
continue
to do. You are just like your grandfather and where is he, Nicholas?
DEAD!
”

Nicholas lunged forward, growling at Oleandra. But before he could lay a hand on the terrified woman, he was stopped by the sound of a familiar voice.

              “Nick, stop!” he whirled around to see his wife, Marina, standing just behind Thantos. He seemed to have forgotten about Oleandra and began heading toward the love of his life.

              “Marina,” Nicholas smiled.

Just then, a large beast sprang out from within the trees and knocked Nicholas to the ground with enough force that it broke both of the man’s legs.

The hellhound pinned Nicholas to the ground. He cried out in agony. The beast roared into his face, hot saliva dripping from its large extended jaw.

It roared again, its mangy gray fur standing on end. Its body was as wide as a bull and as long as a lion. It was one of the most dreaded creatures in Elsmere.

Oleandra looked at Thantos with wide eyes. He commanded the hellhound to stop and walked over to Nicholas.

              “My friend, you’ve been a nuisance to Elsmere and for the murders you have caused and the pain that you have showered upon us. I sentence you to death.”

Nicholas’s eyes were gaping and teary. He looked at the man as if he never expected the betrayal that had just occurred. They’d been good friends for years and helped each other through almost everything.

He couldn’t believe this was happening. Nicholas decided against responding, he simply closed his eyes and spoke aloud.