Silvia stumbled inside her cottage on her shaky legs. Her vision was all blurry as warm blood kept pouring out of her wounds. She tried to step further inside but her legs gave out and she fell on the wooden floor with a thud. Hitting the side of her face on the floor. She blinked slowly trying to get rid of the dizziness but it was useless. The warm blood began to form a small pool around her ear. The scent of blood was so potent. She took a silent breath through her parted lips which were trembling. So this was it. This was how she was going to die. The cold breeze caressed her bare feet as the door to the cottage was still open. She didn't realize when she lost her boots while fighting Alonso. With much difficulty, she forced her broken body to move and finally faced the ceiling. She was lying limp with her back resting on the floor, drowning in her blood. She won. She killed Alonso. She took revenge for her mother and herself. But then why does it still hurt? The pain in
Her head was pounding and her eyelids were glued together. She tried to wake up but she couldn't even move or feel her body. All she could feel was that she could hear someone in the room who was moving. There was an invisible force weighing her down. Silvia didn't bother to try. She was tired and was surrounded by darkness so she simply gave into it once again hoping for death to embrace her peacefully. But it wasn't written in her destiny. The next time she got her consciousness back she was able to open her eyes. Silvia slowly blinked trying to clear her vision and it took her some time. She finally noticed the ceiling. Her brows furrowed. She was in the other room of her cottage. She was still blinking, laying there limp when everything came back slowly and the last memory had her heart lurching to her mouth as a shiver ran down her spine. She quickly tried to get up but severe pain shot through her head and shoulder almost blinding her. Silvia inhaled sharply looking down at
Pain. It comes in many forms and was given a gazillion names. Yet for everyone, it felt the same. The physical pain was always the easiest as it goes away with time. The phrase that time heals all the wounds. Of course, it does but the physical wounds. No one mentioned the savage bleeding wounds on the soul. How do they heal? Was there any potion created to cure the wounded souls? Perhaps not. They just die slowly, writhing in silent pain and hushed agony. Fading away in despair and dousing aimlessly in heartache. Self loath. It was a big word. The word that carries a humongous weight of guilt and regret. Of course, no one ends up loathing themselves for nothing. They might have done bad things to end up in self-loathing. They might've made bad decisions which led to the suffering of someone else. Someone they began to care about but it was too late. Regret. Regret was the worst of all. Knowing fully well that things could've turned out differently. But they ended u
The guy flinched back in fear. His mind recalled the lost battle. And suddenly he realized where he was and how he ended up there. "S...Silvia?" The man tried and pretended to be unaware but Hunter wasn't having it. With a low growl, his claws extended out and he grabbed that guy's throat letting his claws pierce his skin causing blood to ooze out. "She... She was a seer who helped Alpha Alonso win all the battles," The guy said fearfully. If Alonso was alive, this guy wouldn't be this scared. But now he has no one to save him. The only way out for him was to tell them everything truthfully. "Where is she right now? Where was your base?" Hunter asked coldly. Hope fluttered in his eyes. "Our base was at the hilltown's forest in the South but she won't be there. She might've escaped to her secret place," The guy said in a dry croaked voice. "Where is her secret place?""I... I... No one knows where is that-" The guy stopped abruptly seeing golden hues in Hunter's eyes. His wolf wa
A soft calming breeze rustled the soft leaves. The early dawn was still in its nurture, dark grayish clouds remained the sight of shadow dancing across the rosy sky, like an innocent blush on the newly wedded bride's cheeks.A calm wind was swirling around, spreading the words of a new beginning, a new dawn. Hushed silence surrounds them, not a single sound can be heard, as all lay between the oasis of their dreams and deserts of their nightmares, each one living their fate, swirling to the tunes of lines in their hands, for the waves had already sailed to the shore and the winds had already floated and all that remained was the result that future beholds.As the rosy color of the dawning sky slowly moved away, the chirping and whistling of the birds could be heard, all lively and happy to the world it seemed, for all we know it wasn't the tune of happiness, merely it was the tune of misery, heartache and pain lost in this universe of disbelief and fake, we settle upon the beauty of f
Silvia stepped out of the cottage as the cool breeze caressed her skin. Her hair swayed in a soft rhythm. It feels like she was stepping out of the cottage after years. However, she did step out after three weeks. Silvia gazed at the sky sighing in relief. The dark grey clouds approached in thick puffs adorning the bluish sky ever so beautifully. The cool wind howled in silence. She hobbled out of the cottage taking steps down the small flight of stairs. She could finally breathe a little better after a long time. By staying inside the cottage all this time. She felt claustrophobic. She wrapped the gown around her a little tighter. Her hazel eyes weren't sparkling anymore as they gazed around the place. She has nothing to do which only leaves her drowning in the dark side. Her mind was a gloomy mess. There was wild chaos, the wolf she had -finally started to feel- was in agony. She was screaming for her mate and Silvia was doing her best to push her wolf down bit by bit to the po
Silvia breathed in deeply. Her eyes roved over the scars on her body. Those hazel dunes that were fixed on the mirror showed her the ugly reflection of her body. But for now, these scars weren't ugly anymore. She had realized that her perception of herself was completely on her mind. It was all inside her head. The image of these scars would completely change if she thought of them as her battle wings. Silvia was done loathing herself. There was nothing wrong with her. The people who always called her ugly were wrong. She won't hide her scars. Each scar on her body had a different tale. A different pain. A dark memory sticks to it. But despite this, all these scars screamed how strong she was and how hard she fought. Silvia wore her clothes, tying her hair up in a ponytail. She glanced at herself one last time before limping out of the room. She had gotten most of her magic back. However, she still needs time to reach her high potential. Some things needed to be done before anyt
"My pigeon," He mused. Eyes twinkling with excited mirth. The blazing fire sparkled in his blue orbs. He was happy. The shock that consumed her body froze her mind. She stood there still as a statue staring at him in absolute shock. Her mind refused to believe that her nightmare stood in front of her in all its glory. A sinister smirk adorned his lips upon seeing the gratifying fear he instilled in her and he loved every bit of it. Poor thing couldn't even move. How pleasing. "You were gone for too long. I missed you," He rasped, his evil voice sending chills into every cell of her very being. Silvia tried to fight the immense fear that had clutched her soul that she couldn't even breathe. It was like her body wasn't in her control anymore. She was afraid of this. She shouldn't have come here without proper preparation. She didn't want to be his captive ever again. She won't be able to survive this time. She'd die. Her chin wobbled as tears gathered in her eyes blurring her vis