Page 6 of A Storm of Fire and Ice

The mysterious woman’s gaze fell on Brontes and Fannar. Brontes had Fannar by the collar, both of their faces bloody and battered from fighting with each other. Her lips curved into a sinister smile.

“Yes, finally!” she cackled with wicked laughter.

The four of us froze in place, staring blankly at the woman in black.

The Fire Enchanted let me go and stormed a few steps toward her. “Who the hell are you, lady?!”

With a casual flick of her wrist, the mysterious woman sent the fire girl soaring through the air.

“Helena!” Fannar screamed.

Helena.My brother’s anxious tone made it clear he cared for this girl. My mind raced, trying to piece together how he would be connected to this Fire Enchanted.

Then, my heart shuddered as the strange woman approached Brontes with a wide, sick smile.

“Now, my beloved Storm Prince—kill him!”

Beloved Storm Prince?!

“What?” Brontes asked with as much confusion as I felt.

“Kill the Ice Prince!” she sneered. “And we can begin our reign of terror!”

Chapter Two

Helena

Theplanhadbeento sneak into the Storm Castle and sneak back out with Fannar’s sister without anyone noticing.

The royal guards spotted us almost immediately once we set foot in the castle. When the fighting started, we knocked down walls, drawing even more unwanted attention. Then, it turned out Gwyneira was not as powerless nor defenseless as Fannar remembered, fighting me tooth and nail as I tried to help her escape.

Needless to say, our rescue mission wasn’t going according to plan. Now, this crazy woman had showed up and blasted me halfway across the room.

Headmaster Moira was the only Cosmic Enchanted I’d ever seen in my life, but from the brief glimpse I’d gotten of this woman’s powers, it was obvious she was a Cosmic Enchanted.

As I pulled myself off the floor, she fixed her gaze onto Brontes, the yellow flecks in her eyes shimmering with a dangerous, menacing glint. Her lips curved upward into a wolfish smile.

“Kill him,” she hissed again. “Kill Fannar, and we can rule the Enchanted Realm together!”

I breathed a short sigh of relief as Brontes let go of Fannar before his face twisted into a snarl, his dark eyes flashing with rage. “I’m not killing anyone for you. Who the hell do you think you are, and why are you in my castle?”

The woman tilted her head back and laughed with a chilling cackle that made me cringe. “Oh, my love. I’m Obsidia, the future queen of the Enchanted Realm and the love of your life! Or I was in my dimension.”

Say what now?

She stepped closer to him, running a finger down his chest like a creepy stalker. “Together, we conquered all the kingdoms and ruled the entire realm as its king and queen. With the power of dark magic, we destroyed anyone who dared to oppose us, and now it’s time to do it again, my love!”

Brontes shoved her hand away, disgust plain on his face. “You’re insane. I would never try to conquer the Enchanted Realm, let alone rule with you. I’d die first.”

“But darling, we’re meant to be together,” Obsidia pouted. “Don’t you feel our bond?”

Brontes scoffed. “The only bond I feel is with Gwyneira.”

Obsidia paused and fixed her gaze on Gwyneira. “Ugh, the Ice Princess. Well, that explains it.” She clicked her tongue disapprovingly. “That damn prophecy. Every timeline where you meet her, you never reach your full potential.”

“What are you talking about?” Brontes demanded.

“You were magnificent back then. Overwhelmed with power. I’ve never seen anything like it again. Your rage unleased the fearsome monster within you! It was so beautiful.” She reached for him, but he leaned away from her in disgust. “It all starts in this moment, Brontes. Kill the Ice Prince, and we can be together.”

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