We had breakfast in silence, it was suffocating. Not able to take it any longer, I set down my fork rather loudly, to draw their attention before breaking the silence. “Is no one, absolutely nobody not going to talk about what happened outside?” Thjis set down his wine glass and looked at me. “What happened outside Clepp?” I’m baffled. Is he really going to pretend like nothing happened? “You know, the body? The woman who lost her son.” “Topics like that are not to be discussed on a day like this, especially at the breakfast table. Now stop being rude and be quiet.” I snort. “I want to know when the killer would be dealt with and you’re calling me rude?” “Crinka…”, Sia warned. “No, don’t shush me. All I want to know is how justice would be served!”, I yell, rising. “Like I said earlier wolf, matters like these are not to be discussed at the breakfast table. Now sit down.” “No, I’m leaving. I won’t sit here and pretend like there isn’t a woman out there who deserves justice!”
I never got to thank Ruarc for the clothes, Thane for the phone, Elijah for the books, Eloive for the boots nor Waxlyn for the red fur coat. I never got to thank them, because of Sia. He had me holed up in the infirmary all day while his brother, Izal conducted all sorts of tests to prove that the baby in me was Sia’s.Annoyed, I didn’t talk to him at all. He tried engaging me in small talk, and when I didn’t give in, he gave up and remained mute while I was poked and prodded.By the time I was let out of the infirmary, I was utterly drained. I didn’t have the energy for shit. So, when Zora walked up to me and informed me that the queen wanted to see me, I sent her back to her royal highness with the message, “I refuse. If you want to see me and talk to me, you know where to find me.”It was rude, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t imagine climbing those steps in my dizzy state.Dogara didn’t care of course, and had her men carry me up to the drawing room. I didn’t make it easier for them
“Which one of you girls shipped Colin’s body to the palace?”, Isla asked, looking between her two daughters.Amar laughed nervously. “And who’s to say that we are the ones who did it? It could have been anyone. Right Toreh?”, Amar asked, turning to her sister.Toreh wasn’t even listening. She just couldn’t unsee it. Samantha wearing Eloive’s shirt. She only snapped out of it when Amar nudged her with her foot.“Huh?”“Mother thinks we’re the ones who shipped Colin’s body to the palace.”Isla glared. “I don’t think, I know. Girls, how could you? Don’t you think the king would have your heads once he finds out what you’ve done?”“If he finds out!”, Toreh announced. “That’s not even my real handwriting. Not even Amar’s. we faked it.”“He is the king for a reason Toreh. He will find out. My God! What were you guys thinking? I promised your father that I’ll take care of you both and now…”, Isla trailed off, looking close to tears.“You saw father?”, Toreh asked with glee. Isla shot her a l
It wasn't until I left the palace grounds that I realized I had nowhere to go. Samantha won’t let me into her home and Madame Negro wouldn’t let me into the servants’ quarters. Where am I to go now?“Are you lost baby girl?”Sia.Overjoyed, I turned around, and wrapped my arms around him. However, something didn’t feel right. I pushed him away.“You’re not the prince.”This man, this impostor chuckled. “Only a few can tell. I’m surprised you’re one of them.”I took a step back. “Who are you, if you are not the prince?”I watched keenly as he morphed into someone else. A man, with a scar across his face. His clothes were simple and made of won out leather.“I am Mujin, the shapeshifter.”“Shapeshifter? Does that mean…”“I can change into anyone at any time? Yes.”“So that means you can change into me?” ”Aye, but taking the form of a werewolf, doesn’t interest me.”Does anything?“Mujin, I'm going to need you to do something for me.”‘No.”“No? You haven’t even heard what I want to say.
"I can't find her," Sia exclaimed, his voice filled with urgency, as he burst into the queen's lavishly adorned chambers. The grandeur of the room, with its rich tapestries and glistening chandeliers, seemed to pale in comparison to the distress etched across his face. Alarmed by her son's unexpected entrance, Queen Dogara swiftly dismissed the maid who had been attending to her, the servant scurrying away with a bewildered look.Turning her attention to her agitated son, Dogara's regal countenance remained unruffled, a stark contrast to Sia's evident turmoil. The room, adorned with opulent furnishings and framed by large, ornate windows, seemed to freeze in the tense moment as the queen waited for Sia to elaborate on the cause of his frantic intrusion."You can't find whom?" Dogara asked coolly, sipping chamomile tea."Don't act dumb with me," Sia sneered. "You know exactly who I'm talking about.""Enlighten me, because I don't.""Crinka," he snarled. "I can't find Crinka.""How is t
Grogginess clung to my senses as I gradually awakened, the world around me coming into focus. My head throbbed faintly, a lingering reminder of the ordeal I had faced. Blinking against the soft light filtering through an unfamiliar lattice window, I realized with a jolt that I was no longer on common ground.Confusion clouded my thoughts until a sharp inhale brought my attention to the absence of pain in my leg. My hand instinctively sought the source of the pain, my fingers tracing the path the arrow had once carved through my flesh. But there was no trace of the grievous wound, only smooth skin beneath my touch. My heart raced, disbelief warring with awe as I marveled at the miracle that had occurred. The wound was gone, as if it had never existed.A creak sounded, drawing my gaze to the doorway. A figure stood there, a silhouette against the soft glow of the room beyond. My breath caught as my eyes met his, the shape shifter whose home had become my unexpected sanctuary. His eyes,
I could feel it, but I couldn’t see it.It was the strangest thing ever. I could feel my panties soaked with blood, but when I stood in his bathroom with my panties at my ankles, there was nothing. Not even a single drop of blood.Now here I am, trying my best not to freak out.“I need to get you to the palace. The royal physician would be able to tell what is going on with you,” Mujin mumbled.“No. I am not going to the palace. Surely there’s someone here who will be able to fix this, whatever this is.”He sighed. “There is, but she only comes out at night.”Vampire much? “Why? She a vampire or something?”He laughed. “Morsetti is not a vampire, wolf. She only prefers to work at night. It’s what makes her special.”I raise my brow. “You say it like you know her.”He chuckled. “What kind of father would I be if I don’t know my own daughter?”I blinked, surprised. “Your what?”He arched a brow. “I’m not the kind of man to walk the earth for three hundred years and not produce offspring
“She has lost a lot of blood. Are you sure the kid is still alive?”The voice picks at my senses and slowly, I awaken, but my eyes remain closed. Even in my groggy state, Ruarc’s voice couldn’t be missed.“Yes brother. It’s unbelievable, I know but it’s the truth. Her kid is healthy, fine and growing at an alarming rate.Izal. So, I’m in the infirmary and not a mortuary. Great.Note the sarcasm.“What do you mean?”, Ruarc asks, confused and I can imagine him furrowing his brows as he tries to make sense of Izal’s words.“Her pregnancy is just three weeks old but she’s growing a bump.”“Why do you sound surprised? Icelanders are known for growing up fast.”“A pregnant Icelander or a woman pregnant for an Icelander doesn’t show off her bump until a month or two has passed. Crinka is just three weeks into her pregnancy and she is already growing a bump. Something just doesn’t add up.”“It’s possible that she’s just blessed.”“In my line of work, there’s no such thing as being blessed. Yo
All I had to do was drive a stake through her heart and it would be all over. Father wouldn’t have to make the trip. The burden on our heads would be gone, and things would go back to being normal. The only disadvantage of her death, would be mine, and that of our son. Our son. I don’t want him to die, but he has to. I had to choose, and I chose her. But what does it matter now? I have been asked to kill her, and it would be treason on my path if I let her live. My weapon was sharpened, and all I had to do was kill her and be done with it. A slit at her throat or a stab to her heart. She wouldn’t see it coming, my blade, not when she’s fast asleep at the sweetheart garden, the moon casting a soft glow over her peaceful face. It’s funny that she can sleep so peacefully after the stunt she pulled. I envied her for a moment, envied her ability to sleep despite the shit that was happening around her. I jumped down from the horse, landing on my feet swiftly. Whipping out my blade, I
Yes, there's a sequel for the book after all. I advise that you follow my Facebook page, Cool Lette, to know when this sequel will be available on Goodnovel. Now, enjoy the synopsis, and a little insight.Synopsis:Chaos.It has always been around, shimmering within the surface, waiting for someone or something to break the surface and set it free.And I just happened to be the perfect someone.I never meant to do it; it just sort of happened. Somehow, I had managed to set Sycamore free from the mental cage Sia had sentenced him to.And now, Ruarc’s surrender to his Lycan was also my fault. Honestly, taking the blame wasn’t going to change the fact that I have broken the surface.Chaos is here and I’m afraid it has come to stay.*****"I want her dead."These four words, spoken with chilling determination, sliced through the frigid air of the Icelands like a sharp blade. The speaker, Thjis, whose eyes were once filled with compassion, now harbored an unrelenting verdict that sent shiv
“Do you want me to beat him for you?” A chuckle escapes my lips as I walk further down, toward the balcony. The wind hit me with full force and I held onto the railing to keep myself from falling. I could see the streets from up here and I was amazed at the snow-blanketed roofs and the Christmas lights that connected the residential houses. People walked in groups, chatting and laughing, unbothered by the snow that fell from the skies. It reminded me of Bluestone. Not the snow, but the unity among people. I sigh as Lukas’ letter comes to mind. I need to go back, but how? Thjis wouldn’t let me go easily, nor will Dogara, especially now I’m pregnant with her grandchild. Ugh! Everything is so messed up. Things can never go back to normal, so I am just going to make the most out of it. “No, I don’t need you to beat him for me Mujin.” “You sure? ‘Cause it seemed like you wanted to bury your fist in his face.” “Yeah, I want to but…” “But nothing. Do it Crinka. Maybe it will make you ha
“My lady, please forgive me.”I took another selfie, (the shit is amazing), uninterested in Mila’s apology.She had been apologizing since morning. Well it’s still morning, but I haven't answered her. Why can’t she take the hint and just let me be?The other concubines had left for the cathedral and now it just remained the servants, my entourage and I. I was a bit surprised that ‘Lady Igrith’ didn’t ask her guards to bound me up and drag me to the cathedral. But then again, I suppose she doesn’t want to get on Ruarc’s bad side.Speaking of entourage, where the fuck is Mujin?I have a lot of questions to ask him, but I haven’t seen him since. Mila might know where he’s hiding since she served him breakfast, but I didn’t want to talk to her. Talking to her means I have forgiven her, and I didn’t want to think I have. Sighing, I face my handmaiden and friend, calling her out, “Mila?”“Yes, my lady?”“Apologize one more time, and I’ll rip out your tongue, regardless of our shaky friendsh
A bead of sweat rolled down her back, and Dogara was surprised at the new feeling. She hadn’t broken a sweat in a thousand years, and it took climbing up a mountain top to do so. Heaving a sigh, she stared at the blanket laid out on the top, taking in the picnic basket. She hadn’t seen one in a thousand years. She definitely needed to start leaving the Icelands more.A gust of wind blew, knocking her off her feet. She would have fallen off, if Zikur didn’t catch her when he did. His strong arms wrapped around her waist, and Dogara tingled from where he touched her. This was madness. She wasn’t supposed to be feeling this way, but she couldn’t help but wish he wouldn’t let go. She realized then, that she liked it when he touched her.Shaking her head to get rid of the thought, she stepped out of his arms, and faced him.“Why did you bring me here?”“I thought we could enjoy the view together. I mean, haven’t you ever wondered what your lands would look like from a mountain top?”She ha
“Zora, how many hours left to breakfast?”The young maid paused and glanced at the clock. “Two, my princess.”“Do you think that’s enough to know about someone?”, Waxlyn asked.“Depends on the person, my princess.”“It’s Gales.”“Oh. Why would you want to know more about a farmhand’s son my princess?”Waxlyn eyed her. “Is questioning your princess what you’re being paid for?”Zora shook her head, eyes glued to the floor. “No my princess. Sorry, my princess.”Waxlyn rolled her eyes. “I’ll try on the dress later. There’s somewhere I have to go first.”She dashed out of the room and rushed up to the attic, ignoring the servants’ look as she passed them. The chair he frequently warmed was empty so she decided to check if he was in the library. A zap of electricity shot up her arm once she touched the door knob.hissing, she retreated, massaging her affected arm.“You royals never learn, do you?”She turned around as he appeared form the shadows. He leaned against the railing and she took h
The tequila only made her miserable.Setting aside the empty glass cup, she walked over to the fridge and opened it, shocked to find it empty. She checked the freezer and was surprised to find it empty as well.What the actual fuck?She stormed into his room unannounced and Massa looked up from the magazine he was reading.“What happened to all the blood?”Massa feigned ignorance as he sat up. “What blood?”She glared at him. “Don’t be stupid Massa. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”“No, I don’t.”“The fuck Massa! I’m goddamned hungry and there’s no single bag of blood in the kitchen! How the fuck did that happen?”“I don’t know.”She rose a brow. “What the fuck do you mean by you don’t know? Only you and I have been here. I don't know what happened to the blood, which means you should know.”“Honestly, I don’t.”She groaned. “Massa!”He rolled his eyes and returned his attention to the magazine. “You know, there are other ways to expel the hunger.”She glared at him. “If you
The sun was not yet up in the sky by the time Mila woke me up from sleep. Yawning loudly, I glared at her as I sat up in bed.“Good gracious, Mila. Why have you woken me up this early? Classes with the princess begins after she has had breakfast and that is by 9am!”“I’m very sorry my lady. I just wanted you to use the bathhouse first.”“Use the bathhouse first? What do you mean? Is there only one bathhouse in this palace?”“Yes, my lady, which is why I want you to use it first. The other concubines have their bath by five a.m. and seeing that you’re not yet comfortable in their midst, I woke you up by four, so that you can get clean before them.”“And why can’t I do it later? You know, when I feel like?”“I’m afraid not, my lady. Lady Igrith closes the bathhouse once it’s time for breakfast.”Closes? Is it a shop or something? “And when is breakfast time?”“By eight, my lady.”“Just how many concubines are there that they need three hours to dress up?”“They don’t use three hours to
Preet. Preet.Wilhelm rolled in his bed as he pried his eyes open. Who the fuck was calling him this late a t night? He stretched out his arm and reached for his phone. Popping himself up on his elbow, he read the caller ID, cursing hard when he realized who it was.Why the heck didn’t she call him since? Why now, when he was tired?Sighing, he answered and put the phone to his ear.“Leira, what is it now? I told you to never call me at night.”“I was really worried about you. Willy, don’t you think it’s time you came home?”Wilhelm didn’t consider that gigantic palace as his home, but he wasn’t ready to tell Leira that. “My name is Wilhelm, not Willy. Besides, I did tell you that I would only return after my position as the Crown Prince has been secured. So, if you’re calling to say this, end this call at once.”She sniffed. “Your cruel words affect me. Surely you mustn't plan on leaving me here all alone.”He bristled. “You’re not alone. My sisters are there, my brother as well.”“N