The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 218: The Serpent’s Tower

The flow of each movement was soft and bewitching. It moved almost invisibly, but as it got closer, Isadora could make out its appearance.

It was elegant and ethereal, having a feminine body and fishtail for legs. It had a translucent form as if made of the clearest of sea waters.

Long flowing hair that resembled cascading waves. Eyes like the deep pools of liquid azure, reflecting the ever-changing hues of the ocean.

It was beautiful.

But like the fast-changing skies, its serene look turned menacing as a line pressed into its face, signifying fury, tears like shimmering drips flowed down its cheek.

Isadora felt the aura of death surge. Bubbles fled from her lips as panic bled into her.

The creature’s throat blazed, and a high-pitched screech that made the sea shudder was unleashed.

The blast forced her body back, she spun from the unseen force and came to a halt, and her vision blurred.

When she came to it, she was already encircled by more of the strange creatures, with a menacing look pinned on her.

In a heartbeat, they attacked, clawing their nails against her skin, pulling her hair, arms, legs, and face, on the verge of tearing her apart.

Just when Isadora thought she would be mercilessly torn apart, a pulse found the ocean, as dark weaves forced their way through, shaping into a tornado as they pulled the creatures into it.

A chaotic screech fled from them as they got swallowed by the darkness, but then it dispelled, plunging them into a distance.

Kraven swam toward Isadora’s body, gliding deeper into the ocean.

He grabbed her swiftly, tapping his hand on her cheek, but she was unconscious. Holding onto her frame tightly, he swam to the surface.

Kraven emerged with Isadora in his arms.

"Is she okay?" Logi asked, scurrying to their side.

Kraven said nothing, placing Isadora on the ground and dropping to his knees beside her.

He listened for any sound, as his pointy ears twitched. There was nothing, no breath, no beat.

He reacted quickly, pinching her nose shut, and breathed into her mouth once... twice. Then he pressed both hands on her chest and pushed, not too hard, enough not to crush her.

He did this over and over again.

"Come on, love," he rasped. "Don’t you dare greet Daudi, I won’t allow it."

"Isadora," Logi murmured, a silent plea in his eyes.

Again, Kraven breathed for her, pressing further, more desperate this time, eager to pull her away from death’s grip.

The god of death will not have her soul!

"Come on!" he growled.

A sudden cough tore from Isadora’s throat, violent and rough, she turned her head to the side as water spilled from her lips.

"Thank the gods!" Logi praised.

Isadora turned back to them, eyes opening, but her vision was obscured by the rain beating against her face.

But her focus was quickly taken at the sight of silver lights, sinking into the clouded skies from the top of a tower.

"Am I dead?" she asked.

A face blocked her view, It was Kraven. "Trust me, love, if you were, that’s not what you’re going to see."

’I’m alive then,’ she thought with wide eyes.

Just to make sure, she seized the back of Kraven’s head and forced him down for a kiss.

She kissed him feverishly, tasting his wet mouth, branding the flavor of him into hers, and savoring everything with a moan.

Kraven kissed her back with much passion, hurrying through the movements like a starved man as if this was the only chance to taste his own personal paradise.

Just when he deepened the kiss to take it further and ruin her lips completely, she grasped his braid behind and pulled away.

"That’s one way to make sure you’re alive, love."

Isadora blushed, moving away and rising to her feet, rushing to the sea.

"In Alda’s name, you look like you died and came back," Logi mused.

Kraven blinked, collecting himself because his brain had hit a temporary fog, still clouded from the taste of her lips.

Gathering his bearings, he rose to his full height and faced Isadora.

"Those things that attacked me, what are they?" she asked.

"They go by many names. Demoness of the ocean. The sigil for water weavers. The Sækonur," Kraven replied.

"Just like the one Vanya fought during the Hunt," Isadora said under her breath.

"It’s no surprise they haunt the waters here, the storm must have made them restless," Logi said, moving his gaze to the tower. "It’s Faemade."

They raised their attention toward the building.

The Serpent’s tower was built on a small Island that barely covered the size of it, struck by relentless waves and shrouded in mist.

Its dark stone walls are carved with twisted shapes that resemble a snake coil. Narrow bridges and rope ladders, swaying in the wind, connect to entrances.

At the highest floor of the tower, there were channels of silver weavers flowing into the skies, the thunder bellowing, enforcing more downpour.

"The Serpent’s Tower," Logi declared. "I bet my neck there are air weavers at the highest level causing this storm."

"A coward always wants to keep their home secured by any means. He knows he can’t handle threats, that’s why he resorts to this Faemade storm. The seven gods know the amount of air weavers he has drained doing this," Kraven said. freeweɓnøvel.com

"The Sækonur," Isadora began, eyeing the tides. "I felt their fury. They are angry. Their sea is their home, and yet someone plays god and gives them storms." She faced them with furious eyes. "Aric must go down."

"That’s why we’re here, love, I know you feel for those creatures," Kraven mused. "Even though they almost tore you apart."

"Because they’re hurt!" she snapped, facing the ocean. She could still remember the tears; she felt their pain. "And that man has Serena, too." The mere thought of it bled horror into her.

Kraven walked to her, grasping her arm and forcing her to face him. "Aric will go down, all of it. But to do that, we must be stealth. Do you understand me?"

She looked away. "Yes."