Our first introduction to the Warrior Goddess and creator of the mutolupus species. What do we think?
I’m standing on the cliff the Kartheca resides on, looking down into the dark blue depths of the ocean as the waves crash against the cliffside. The moon is full and high in the sky casting its reflection into the open waters. It’s all so beautiful… but this isn’t right. I shouldn’t be able to see any of this. I shouldn’t know what this looks like. Something is wrong. “Yildiz.” I hear the call of a voice that normally would set every nerve in my body on edge in a pleasurable way, but this time I don’t feel anything. I turn and my eyes widen in shock, “Osiah?” I can see him! How is this possible? He’s the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen… scope is extremely limited mind you. He’s 7’4” just as I thought and has the most intense azure blue hair. It’s motionless in the breeze and has a silver sheen from the light of the moon. His Asian features are accentuated by his incredibly defined jaw framed by a thin goatee, and he’s staring at me with intense blood-red eyes full of a hunger tha
Instantly I’m met with a crisp breeze and the scent of the Oregon forest and many, many mutolupus’. I can hear the hustle and bustle of their movement all around me, but most of it is coming from in front of me. I’m certain I’m in front of the packhouse given the level of noise I can hear inside. I follow the sound of chatter and click my tongue to assess my surroundings and carefully walk up the front steps remembering how many there are from previous visits. I feel along the side of the door frame until my fingers skim over the bell and I press it down hearing its tinkle echo inside the walls of the packhouse. Doesn’t take long for the door to open and a burgundy aura to fill my vision. I hear the owner of the aura gasp, “H-How can I help you?” the female voice asks me with a nervous stutter, no doubt knowing what I am from my features. “I was hoping for a word with Alpha Amelia,” I say with a warm smile. “Of course,” she nods respectfully, “She’s in the entertainment room with th
I’ve been pacing my living room back and forth so much I’m certain I’ve burned a trail through the floor. I’m fisting my hair trying not to scream as I resist the urge to visit my animai again. Okay, see, there’s the first bad sign I’ve gone too far. I’ve gotten into a habit of calling her MY animai more and more, and I shouldn’t because I swore to stay away. A promise I have failed spectacularly to keep. Every day the need and temptation gets stronger, and it has nothing to do with her blood. It’s her. Even helping newborn sanguidaes is no longer a distraction. They try to speak to me but I’m usually too busy staring off into space thinking of the small woman with the skin of glittering gold, eyes that burn like golden fire and curves that could make a man see heaven. I want her. I don’t want to want her, but I want her. Does she want me? No, no. I don’t want to know. Dangerous question. Even if she does, she shouldn’t because that would be bad, very bad. Maybe Morrtemis was right, I
I drop onto the bed with a flop as I feel Osiah’s body disappear. The wisps of his aura remain, but I know he’s gone. I took a chance. I practically threw myself at him, and he left. He just left me, like what we just did meant nothing. For the briefest moment, I thought I’d gotten through; that he wasn’t going to keep making decisions for me and would give us a chance. He kissed me. He touched me, and it was the most incredible feeling I’ve ever experienced and now… now I feel hollow. I feel rejected and humiliated to a degree that feels crippling. I curl up in my sheets and let the tears fall as pain spreads from my heart and through every nerve in my body. Devastated, angry, pained tears fall unabashed from my eyes as I curse the man destined to be my other half. Why can’t he just reject me and put me out of my misery? Maybe I should do us both a favour and reject him. I clutch my chest letting out an agonised sob at the very thought of rejecting him. I’ve never believed in rejecti
I race off as fast as my feet can go, down to the very depths of the Kartheca. My sisters join me, coming from all directions as all one hundred and one of us rush and hope that the most valued treasure we have been tasked to safeguard for thousands of years didn’t just get infiltrated on our watch. We all descend the stone stairs on mass, the auras of my sister’s lighting up my dark vision with a rainbow of colours. We make it to the very bowels of the Kartheca, deep beneath the earth and below the ocean. We enter a large cavern and spread out around the perimeter as we look upon the object that stands tall at the heart of the cavern. Standing at 20 feet tall is a monolithic crystal floating just a few feet off the ground. Inside the crystal is a kaleidoscope of moving colours the likes of which don’t exist anywhere on earth. The colours move and swirl around inside the crystal in a constant state of motion. This is the Orraikam, the single most powerful and valued object to ever ex
My sisters fall back into their conversations, but I can’t hear anything coming from Ceren. 'She’s bitching through the link,' comes Nuray’s voice in my mind. 'How do you know?' 'Aysel just linked me to say if Ceren keeps bitching to her, she’s going to punch her in the face,' says Nuray in amusement. That explains why Ceren is silent. I manage to keep a straight face and try not to laugh at the thought of Aysel punching Ceren. Maybe I can sort things out with Ceren while we’re on shift. A few short moments later Aulen and Arthwin enter the cavern. As soon as they make it past my sisters they drop to their knees and bow low to the ground in respect to the Orraikam. It may not be their maker physically, but it is her essence, and it is the magic inside it that allows them to exist. So we all stay quiet to give them a moment to honour their Goddess. When they are done they rise to their feet. “You let someone damage the Orraikam,” Aulen says with unveiled contempt. “Aulen,” Arthwin
“Would you stop pacing? It is incredibly annoying,” says Morrtemis, rolling her eyes as she sits lazily on my couch. Not sure how long I’ve been pacing back and forth but I don’t intend to stop. I pace when I’m agitated, something I seem to be very frequently these days. “She hates me. Surely she must hate me. I need to apologise; she has every right to hate me, but I don’t want her thinking she did anything wrong. What do I do?” I ask in desperation. “Grovel. Lots and lots of grovelling,” she states nonchalantly. “I’m being serious.” “So am I. You disappeared on the woman in the middle of sexy time, that’s not the same as just saying ‘I’m not in the mood’ which any decent person would understand. You got her all hot and bothered and then vanished without an explanation. So like I said, lots and lots of grovelling. Get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness and when you’re done grovelling, grovel some more and just keep going until she forgives you,” she says cheerfully. “Why
After two hours of waiting and listening to the sounds of the ocean waves crashing against the cliffs and the many conversations going on through the supposed soundproof walls, the door finally opens, and I hold my breath as Yildiz enters. How does she look more beautiful each time I see her? My eyes trail over her body of their own accord taking in every glittering piece of her. Her body is looking curvaceous and tempting in a grey workout bra with matching leggings and sneakers. I can smell her sweat embedded in the fabric, yet not a trace of sweat on her. Her thick, voluminous hair is up high in a ponytail and flowing all around her, but once I look upon her liquid gold eyes, all I see is exhaustion and my heart sinks. Did I do this to her? Morrtemis is right, I am a moron. “Get out,” she says, closing the door behind her. I blink back my surprise, “Yildiz, just let me explain. You have every right to be upset–” “I don’t need your permission to be upset with you,” she says looki
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Oshmin POV Time slips away as I hold Yildiz in my arms, but soon she is springing up on her feet and quickly undressing before me, which I am not complaining about. “What are you doing?” I ask, as my eyes remain glued in captivation as I watch each piece of fabric disappear from her body leaving only exquisite, glittering mocha curves behind. “If you think I’m just going to sit and stare at a stunning, magical oasis like this and not get in, you’re out of your mind,” she says with glee and promptly dives into the water. The golden glitter of her skin now looking all the more stunning under the twinkling aquamarine waters. Eager to join her, with a snap of my fingers my clothes are in a pile beside me, and I am diving into the water with her. We both break the surface and instantly she begins splashing me. “Oh, you want to play it like that? Game on,” I smirk as I use a fraction of my energy to send a decent-sized wave of water at her. “Hey! That’s cheating,” she pouts, wiping the
Oshmin POV The last few days have been filled with more drama. I used to think my life was very dramatic, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. I spent eons reliving one dramatic – or traumatic – experience and believed it followed me everywhere, but after what I’ve experienced in the last few weeks while being with Yildiz, I realise my life was incredibly mundane. We Gods do the bare minimum and then call it a day, Yildiz and her sisters are trying to solve a hundred problems at once and trying to save thousands, if not millions, of lives a day. The miraculous thing is they never complain, and I mean REALLY complain. One bad thing happened to me, and I never shut up about it. Irshiusts see the worst in people and the world around them, take care of the sick, wounded and mistreated and are witness to horrors no being should ever witness, and they do it all with compassion and tolerance – to a degree. They save lives every single day and hardly get so much as a thank you, but they cont
As I make my way down to the cells that reside deep under the Kartheca, I can already hear the voices of my sisters deep within the earthly confines. I take my final step and begin walking down the corridor when the sound of someone’s approaching footsteps gain my attention. “Let me the fuck out of here!” screams the inhabitant of the cell to my right. I stop and turn to face the dim lime-green aura with its faded olive-green hue now standing before me. “I see the concept of a life sentence still confuses you,” I say casually. “I’m an Alpha! Who the fuck do you think you are to treat me like this?” he says as I hear the sound of him hocking up phlegm. I tilt my head to the left just as I hear the wad of phlegm fly past me and hit the wall behind me. That is beyond disgusting. “You were an Alpha and a despicable one at that. Ivan, allow me to remind you that you lost your title the moment you were brought into our custody and a new Alpha was appointed of your pack. Not only are you
Oshmin POV “Are you done with your inner thoughts, or would you like a little more time?” Yildiz asks in a bored tone. I roll my eyes, “Anyone ever tell you how annoying that is?” “Truth be told, I didn’t come here to bust your cosmic balls. I know you and Yildiz have hashed it out and you have been brutally honest. Things are looking up for the two of you and for that I am thrilled. What happened is in the past. Actually, all of that isn’t why I’m here now,” she admits, her tone becoming serious. I sit forward and give her my undivided attention, “I know that look. That’s the look of you’re about to drop a cryptic bomb on me.” “Am I that transparent?” she says with a wry smile. “No, I’ve just known you a long time. What’s going on?” I ask, cutting to the chase. “When I told you I gave you an animai because I wanted you to be happy, that wasn’t a lie.” “Never thought it was…” I say tentatively. “That being said, I had additional reasons for wanting you to be happy.” Her face
Oshmin POV I lay back with my arms under my head already missing Yildiz being wrapped in my arms. As I stare through the glass walls of her room at the stunning view outside, I can’t help but become frustrated. I’m a cosmic being with the power to give Yildiz all the answers she seeks, but because of my own idea to prevent us Gods from meddling, I’m stuck laying here unable to do a single thing to help her. I feel like I shot myself in the foot before ever even realising it. “You made the right call, Oshmin,” I suddenly hear Zarseti’s voice. I look over to see the fuchsia-haired Goddess standing off to the side in a rather stunning purple kaftan with gold beading across the bust and shoulders and lined down the arms and framing the sleeves. “What is with you and the kaftan collection?” I enquire. She walks over and leans against the window, ignoring my question. “Even my daughters need to learn life is not about cutting corners or taking the easy way. We all have our own destinies
The sound of urgent fists pounding against my bedroom door pulls me from my wonderful sleep, but as my senses wake up one by one, I take in the pleasurable heat brought by being nestled in my animai’s arms and his intoxicating scent. I want to stay like this forever, but the pounding is relentless. “I get the feeling they won’t go away until you answer the door,” says Oshmin in a sleepy voice. I groan and bury myself deeper against his side. “Make them go away,” I grumble. “They’re your sisters, you make them go away,” he argues, turning his back to me and depriving me of my cosy snuggle spot. I pout and land a jab to his back that causes me to wince and shake my hand as my finger throbs in protest. Stupid indestructible God. “I bet that hurt you more than it hurt me,” he lazily mocks. “Smartass,” I mutter. Begrudgingly I fling off the covers, get up and make my way to the bedroom door. I open it and finally bring the pounding to a halt. “Was all of that really necessary?” I ask
Oshmin POV I lay in Yildiz’s bed captivated by her every move as she changes into very fitted sky-blue satin shorts and a matching camisole for bed. I could watch her do the most mundane things for all time and never get bored. Is that because of the bond or simply because I love her? I guess I don’t care really. “I just have to take off my makeup and then I’m done.” “I could help,” I offer. “You want to take my makeup off for me?” she asks with a questioning eyebrow. I shrug, “Only if you want me to. I would be more effective though,” I point out. “Hmm. Good point. Okay, time to become the God of Makeup Removal,” she says as she saunters to the bathroom. I let out a loud laugh at her new title for me. Morrtemis would love that. I get up and follow her into the bathroom and look at all the products laid out on the counter. It’s like a chemistry lab in here. “Um, maybe I could just use magic,” I suggest. “Nope. You’re going to do it like I do. Now get to work,” she orders, but
Oshmin POV She wraps her elbow around mine and escorts me out of the door. This is a literal case of the blind leading the blind as Yildiz navigates our way through the Kartheca effortlessly, since I don't know my way around, before arriving at two gigantic doors. I can hear the voices inside that have now dropped to a whisper as we began to approach. Yildiz is right, people who can speak telepathically should just do so and save themselves the embarrassment. Yildiz pushes open one of the doors and guides me into the vastest dining hall I’ve ever seen. Pristine white marbled floors, with square marble pillars lining either side of the lengthy room. The spaces between the pillars are open and blanketed by curtains of white chiffon that dance gently in the breeze from outside. The vaulted ceiling is intricately carved and depicts the origins of every single supernatural being that exists. There are carved statues of women powerfully posed at the top of each pillar and it takes me a mo