Novels by Riteresa

CHECKMATE'S POV Fighting Ivanka turned out to be more difficult than I had expected. She had so many advantages over me, considering that she had even been my martial arts teacher not too long ago. And when I realised that the only way to stand a chance of surviving was to shift to my wolf form, it was already too late as she was capable of making a half-shift—just like Hillary, she could still be in human form and access her werewolf strength. So, I had no time to shift and was vulnerable to her attacks. I couldn't even defend myself as I had no weapons to wade her off. She rose me up in the air and flung me at the wooden wall of the cabin which cracked open. Blood oozed out of my head, soaking my entire hair within few seconds and judging from the excruciating pain at my back, I could bet that I had fractured my backbone. Moaning in pain, I watched my stepsister walk towards me with a cruel smile on her stiff face, while twirling the point

JORDAN POV "Don't you ever give up?" I asked in annoyance. "Yeah, I do sometimes but not when Hillary is involved." He said, dropping the torchlight. "Why do you have a death wish?" I asked, even though I knew how weak and injured I was, I wasn't scared of a werewolf. But Dylan was an exceptional fighter and a dangerous one too. He flashed a wicked smile as he revealed the short blade beneath his coat. "I don't have a death wish anymore," He said. "All I want is for the world to be a better place without you Lycan Demons involved." "That means, you don't also want Hillary as she has Lycan blood in her." He remained quiet. Then he raised the blade up for the little ray of light that dimly lit the arena to meet and then I realized that this was more of a threat than I had anticipated. There was a green liquid on the blade and from the instant repulsive feeling I received, I knew it must be dangerous to Lycans, but I wasn't sure, so I as

HILLARY'S POV I was on the floor, wailing like a widow when I heard some spectators scream, but not in happiness but a scream of terror. Wait, did Ivanka miss? Or did it meet... Oh no! I sprang up to my feet and rushed to see who the victim was. "No!!!" I screamed out when I was CM pinned to the ground with a five-foot spear stuck in his chest. I pushed the petrified Ivanka away and hurried down the stairs to meet CM. When I arrived, after pushing through the grieving crowd, I met CM lying in a pool of his own blood. The pale-looking Dylan was wailing in agony while Jordan stood akimbo, with an inscrutable and blank facial expression. I fell to my knees beside his dying body. "Please, don't go!!" I pleaded as blood flowed down his mouth. "Take h-him a-away, she'll kil-l him." He struggled to utter as his life slowly seeped out of him. "No," I wailed. "How did this happen?" I yelled out. To my surprise the angry crowd began pointing f

CHECKMATE POV I had been watching her for days. Ever since our last discussion or argument, I had done a lot of thinking and I'd come to realise that I was wrong, but I didn't' know how to make amends, so I started by convincing Dylan to take her back to her room. I even convinced Mr. Grono, the chef to prepare her French breakfast. But, I knew those things were too irrelevant as I still felt so much guilt and shame. I was watching her again. She was with her Lycan King, and from her grip on his shirt, I could tell she was begging him not to fight, which appeared to be a little bit late as our Alpha was already fixed on the fight. She loved him, that part was clear to me. But why? I guess that wasn't my business. She's an adult and I'm just a kid, anyway. The fight would take place the following day and the whole pack was in fear, some people were even scared of sleeping while the monstrous Lycan King was amongst them. They all blamed Hillary, and they had solid

HILLARY'S POVEight days. Eight days, eleven hours.Although I was no longer in the dark room and neither was I being kept prisoner, I still had a keen interest in staring at the time.Dylan had also decided to take me back to my old room, for reasons I had no idea of.Today had been fairly horrible unlike all the other seven days which had been nothing but chaotic and terrible.I had woken up with a fabricated smile and had prayed genuinely like I did on every morning two years ago, the only difference being that now, I wasn't praying for freedom anymore.I took my time brushing and enjoyed my hot water bath. Later, I ordered for a French breakfast which was delivered by a grim chef, giving me killer looks as he gave me my breakfast. At first, I considered disposing the food In fear of being poisoned but then, I thought against it and consumed my breakfast happily with no worries.Now, I was staring from my balcony at the farm where at least fifty men, women and children were working

Lord Saints POV It's been one full week since Hillary's disappearance and to be honest, I wasn't certain if she had been abducted or if she had gone back willingly. Either way, it hurt me more than anything else had hurt me in years. Initially, I had been crazed and had quickly switched over to my old side. The whole castle had been trembling and fear had consumed everyone. Then, I realized that I didn't want that. The fear I had once cherished and fed on wasn't desirable to me anymore. Being with Hillary truly changed me more than I had noticed. Now, although I was sad and downcast, I wasn't bitter like I had been before. And to be sincere, I loved this new side of me. Early that morning, I strolled down to the royal cemetery with two bouquets of pink roses—which signified gratitude—in my hands. My first stop was at the grave of Finn Johannesson (Scarlett's younger brother) who had died eight years ago from an incurable disease. He had been her only

Kate was ready to make a move. She slowly and quietly stretched to reach the sharp pocket knife. As she was about to get grip on the knife, a strong leg kicked her finger and the knife away. She screamed in pain as she was certain that at least two of her fingers were broken. As she looked up in agony to see the person who inflicted her with such pain, she was somewhat disappointed. It was Reven Darke, bastard son to Demenicus Darke. Although she had known he was from the Skull pack and was even known as the most heartless, savage, and brutal Skull pack wolf, which got him the nameDeath Keeperby the rest of the packs, when she saw him earlier he didn't look like the monster or Ripper that people had called him, she saw him as a dashingly handsome guy with the best facial and body features she had ever seen, and in her mind, she had silently hoped that the rumours weren't true.

All eyes were on Heathrow. Everyone apart from Reven was curious to hear the suspect. Heathrow cleared his throat and said in a thick, clear, and firm voice. "To be sincere, I know who the killer is. I was a witness to the murder." Handogan who was now growing impatient, asked,"And who is it?" Delia in confusion, whispered to Heathrow; "what are you doing? Do you want to set someone else up? Answer me." Heathrow acted deaf and didn't respond to Delia. Handogan asked again, "We are not going to spend the whole day here, so if you truly know who it is, it's best for you to speak." "Who is it, Lad?" Reno asked growing impatient. "It is no one else but…DELIA NEY." Delia, shocked to the bones, sto

Handogan couldn't bear any longer. For the past one hour, they had all been arguing because of who to start the meeting. He wondered how they'll react when he brings up disturbing topics. "Enough!! Can we all behave mature about this. I am well aware of our differences and our dislikes for each other but can we all put that aside and talks about the main issues. Please, we need to cooperate for anything to work out well today." "Exactly." Euvene added, as he noisily gulped the remaining wine from the bottle in his hands. Euvene was nothing but a disappointment to his parents and his twin brother, Simion. Reven had no problem with Euvene, he saw him as a funny lad who hated disturbing himself with burdens or worries, but sought the comfort of things like; Food, Vodka, Rum, Wine and Ladies, and Reven respected his personality and was proud to call him 'brother' anytime and anywhere. &

Reven took a horse and rode as fast as he could to the conference building. His mind was racing as he remembered what he had heard the previous night. What if this is an ambush? What if it's all a setup to attack my father? Shit!He rode through the market knocking down a lot of displayed goods and he got equal amount of curses from the sellers. He didn't care much about their insults, as long as you're from the skull pack, you are sure of getting cursed and insulted from everyone. They were all hated and feared everywhere, for good enough reasons. Most skull pack members used their strength and agility to subdue others and make fun of them, but Revenue didn't pass the market to bully nor deliberately destroy their goods, he only passed there because it was the shortest route to the conference building. It took him twenty minutes to get to the conference buildi

He woke up with his eyes blurry, the room was upside down and his eyes ached. He attempted sitting up but he gave up on the way up. He moaned as he collapsed back on the bed. He shut his blurry eyes and took in several deep breaths. The pillows were soft and relaxing and so was the bed, and it was then he wondered where he was. He opened his eyes and looked around the room. It was a lady's room filled with decorations and pictures. The wall was a mixture of light purple with white and so were the bed dressings. By his side was a giant Pink Teddy bear with a which poster on its neck which read;Pinkie PollyThe room had a pleasant scent of Lavender mixed with Jasmine. To Reven who was used to a large but scanty bedroom, the room was magical. He stood up, ignoring the intense pain in his legs and his aching back. He managed to hop to see the numerous pictures and portraits on the wall.In th

"Taz, what exactly did you see?" Niue Yoda, one of the twelve history keepers said. They were by the side of the great temple facing the Wolf blood river. The sounds of the clashing waves and the river birds creating a pleasant music. "What I saw wasn't really clear? But I am sure of what I heard." "And what did you hear?" "I heard Yvonne screaming, shouting in desperation. She was screaming and weeping in the most horrible way I've heard." "Did she say anything, Taz?" "Ummm…nothing much, she was just shouting the word,No,over and over again." Niue looked up and thought for several seconds. "I think it's because she was murdered. She must be seeking Justice."