Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 86 – The Final Confrontation Pt. 2

*Im the hand of God! I’m the dark messiah! I’m the vengeful one! The Vengeful One‘ by Disturbed

Third Person POV

“Kiya is going to be fine.”

“I know.”

“She is a fighter.”

“I know.”

“Then, stop worrying so much. It’s making me itch.”

“Keep scratching, then.”

Moments after Kiya had left to confront Osiris, Anthony and Neron were alerted by the arrival of their warriors. Between the attack of Zircon Moon and losing many lives, Neron’s numbers were small, but Anthony’s soldiers compensated for it. The combined army laid in the outskirts of the forest hiding Osiris” home, their heavy feet rumbling through the forest floor. The Alphas and Avatars were in the front while everyone else followed close behind.

Neron’s right hand dug into his pocket to grip Kiya’s moon pendant, the anchor to his hope. Kiya’s presence had long since faded, but it lingered in the surrounding air. On his skin. In his nose. In his hands. His skin. flushed red in the memories of her hand in his own and the strands of her hair tickling his chin. His chest felt the phantom breaths of her gentle breathing as she slept next to him, safe and guarded from nightmares. As quick as he had her, his heart ached at letting her go once again.

“She shouldn’t have to fight, Neron thought. ‘She deserved rest, just like the rest of us.”

“Neron.” Asim walked up to him, matching his pace as they walked over protruding roots. “May I ask you a question?”

He nodded “Go ahead.”

“I hope this isn’t too personal, but are you and Kiya fated?”

Neron smiled small. “What gave it away?”

“The look in your eyes is the look only a man in deep love has for their mate.” Asim answered, matching the Alpha’s smile. “Don’t feel ashamed, I have the same look whenever I look at my Nailah.”

“Nailah?”

“My wife and my mate. She’s back home, waiting for my return along with my children.”

Neron hoped, internally, that one day, he’d reach where Asim was now. “And you’re here, risking it all to stop your brother.” A pleasant silence befell the men as the shuffling of leaves intermingled with the echoes of footsteps behind them. “Kiya and I are fated mates, but because of… circumstances in our past, we may never come together.”

“And you’re here, risking it all to help her.” Throwing Neron’s words back at him earned the Egyptian a playful scoff from the Alpha. “You’re okay with never having your mate?”

Neron reflected on his next words, running a hand through his black locks. “I’m learning to come to terms with it. It isn’t easy, but in an ideal world, I’d like her to accept me out of her own free will. Destiny be damned. Fate may bring us together, but I want it to be her choice to be with me or to choose someone else. She is a free woman in her rights.”

Asim was silent for a moment, pondering on his words as he kicked a stray rock to the side. “I don’t believe I could ever be that resilient. Displaying that level of strength and restraint is admirable.”

“I would die for her, Asim. I love her more than anything.

And he won’t ever stop.

a screeching halt when the acute senses of the wolves detected a plethora of sour and acrid odors billowing in from between the tree barks. Nostrils flared from every member in the squadron, their stances bristling

Kiya’s signal.

hybrids alike emerged from the trees. Sickening red stretched from the base of their necks toward their chins and ears like tree branches. With bloodshot and bugged out eyes, snarling lips, and fingers either holding claws

had begun; sounds of battle kissing the leaves and rocking the roots

knew of it. He knew of his brother siding with his enemies, further proving his abandonment. His anger pumped and etched into the release of dark energy from his palms to

humans

yet to pull it out, waiting for the perfect opening for the man to pay for his crimes. He sent most of his subordinates into battle, their energy humming through his veins as the darkness from them

it didn’t hold a candle to Kiya’s tenacity. She didn’t need

on her

a punch, which he caught in his palm. The other came just as fast, but with both of her hands in his, both struggled in a deadlock. Osiris threw his head back with a deep, resounding cackle, confusing the

the fuck are you laughing

where their noses almost touched. “My weapon worked wonders in dismantling your friends before,

her ankles around his neck and twisted her body, using her lower body strength to throw the man on the ground before landing on her hands, hopping back on her feet. Her back screamed at such a feat, but pain be damned when a

the mind–link connecting her to her friends and family. “Cerberus

of friends adorned paled faces during their fight. Memories of their brutal beat down festered like an infection, even more so as the familiar, unhesitant stomping drew closer to the battlefield. Neron remembered the tremor of Cerberus‘ colossal feet and the horrible stinging of his claws through his chest. Anthony confirmed his fears when he raised

Darien

as he slapped away the hybrids and witches in his way. His stomping grew louder and rapid once he

A storm?

appearance. A sweet, pungent aroma of rain tickled nostrils, but rain didn’t accompany the smell. Instead, singeing the leaves and branches was a powerful bolt of lightning impaling

hair taking on life as the storm bent to her will. She summoned another bolt of

storms?!” Sapphire asked, mouth

I say? I’m a hurricane on two feet.” Violetta shot a wink, lips curling into

her raw power. A thought struck Neron as he bashed the head of an offensive hybrid against a tree. If an army of wolves couldn’t stop Cerberus, then could avatars? A sly

for Osiris.

tremors until deep violet light erupted from the soil, sprouting objects with a loud clanking. Metaphysical chains delineated with violet danced like entranced snakes, thrusting forward

trees, sporting black hair as a sign she had channeled her partial avatar abilities. Violetta smirked as her blue eyes shimmered, nodding

you could join

turned to Anthony, who sported intense confusion on his face. “I… I couldn’t

“We’ll talk later, Phoebe.”

dirt, rushing to Cerberus. The gold shot up in a thick pillar of light, swallowing the screaming beast within. The female avatars caught on the idea quick. Honoring Goddess Hekate’s torches, Phoche summoned a pyre of orange and red, commanding it to swirl around

death when Violetta struck the flaming pillar with her lightning. Three unique elements encompassing various forms

dying in wisps of smoke and burning flesh. Everyone shielded their eyes from the flash of light before looking at the chains resting on top of the gigantic pile of steaming

Cerberus remains.

a heavy sigh

much easier to

“AHHH!”

of the trees, igniting every sense and instinct; human, wolf, and everything in between within Neron. He abandoned all

to go ahead after Neron, in which they all took off running, including his parents. “Phoebe,

by the death of Cerberus tried to attack, but met with a massive force full of fury. Hekate’s presence flowed out of Phoebe and encircled the disgraces to witchcraft, forcing them

thin, golden nets

trapped the witches against the trees, knocking them out

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army to clear way to

down with his powers, but Kiya dodged by jumping backwards, his fist hitting the dirt; the impact leaving tremors in its wake. “I created a marvelous world for you! An

and hurdling it toward the man, hitting him in the shoulder. “All you wanted was to control me! Your revenge