I stopped screaming because it was pointless. My cries fell on deaf ears, and Sia, the one I thought I shared a blood bond with, ignored my pain. He simply continued to dine with the rest of the royal family, as if I weren't there, as if I weren't gasping for breath, as if my lifeblood wasn't slowly being drained from my body. Hanos, the Vampire King, finally released me, but Sia's indifference cut deeper than any wound. I staggered away from Hanos; my hand pressed against the gaping wound in my neck. His bite had been excruciatingly deep, and the dizziness that washed over me threatened to pull me into unconsciousness. But I couldn't afford to faint. Not now. Not in front of these ice beings who saw me as nothing more than a pawn in their games. With shaky steps, I moved toward the wall and leaned against it for support. I needed to stay conscious, to prove my strength, and to ensure that they didn't see me as weak. Sia, finally breaking his silence, licked his lips and then smacke
“I’d rather be Ruarc’s seventh wife than go back to my pack as a human”.The nerve of this man. First he let that dumb vampire king bite me, now he wants me to leave after I’ve agreed to stay.“You did not just say that”, Sia growled, eyes dark. That dump purple dot is back.“Yes Crinka. You did not just say that. Would you rather go back to your pack as a vampire?”, Massa asks as he plops down on his bed, legs crossed. I don’t even know why he’s still here. Sia and I are having a couple conversation and even though we’re in his bedroom, a little privacy would be appreciated.“Of course not”, I growl, glaring at him. “I don’t want to be a blood sucker.”“Well that’s a bummer. I’m sure you would have looked badass with red eyes. It would totally fit your hair”.“But Hanos didn’t have red eyes Massa”.“That’s because he’s wearing contact lens. And add king the next time you’re referring to my uncle. The walls have ears you now”.“And does have eyes”, I retort. “Not contact lens”.“A vam
A small curse left her mouth as the familiar smell of english biscuits flooded her nostrils. The Icelander prince was here again! Couldn’t he get the hint already? She had no interest in him! Prita didn’t care if he had a killer body or if he tasted as nice as he looks. She didn’t like him, or his insufferable personality. Rising from where she sat on the ground, she scowled at the prince. He was too early. He should have showed up when she had locked herself away in her tomb. His smile dropped. “Is my love not happy to see me?” She glared at him, adjusting the woollen dress he had gotten her. The thing was too itchy. “I’m not your love, and I’m not happy to see you”. “Well that’s a shame because seeing you just made my day”. “Go away you annoying brat. What are you even doing here? I told you to stay away”. “And leave you all by yourself? I told you that I won’t give up Prita. I’d keep fighting until you agree to come with me to my room”. “Now what would I want to do in your r
I wake up to the sweet aroma of food. Rising from where I lay on the dusty ground, I move toward the direction of the scent. And that's when I see Massa. I rub my eyes again, not believing my eyes, but he is here, in my cell with me, and he brought food. "You didn't show up for two days", I accuse him, scratching my skin. Massa smiled, showing off his pearly whites. "I was going to make it five days", he says with a laugh. "What do you have there?" "Food. It's yours". He hands me the polythene bag. I open it, taking out the plate of food inside. I sit on the ground, devouring the food. I finish it with joy, chugging down the bottle of water he got me. "Thank you". "You should thank Sia. He's the one who made it". I resist the urge to puke. "If you had told me he made that, I wouldn't have eaten it". "So you prefer to starve? Crinka, you can't stay mad at him forever". "I can. I have every right to be mad at him. He's the reason I'm here. You were there when he said all th
I pull Mila in for a hug the minute she walks into the cell. She stiffens in my hold, and I step away from her, frowning.Perhaps she’s not happy to see me?As though she read my mind, she said, “Oh my lady, I’m so happy to see you but please refrain from hugging me”.My frown deepens. “Why? Is it because I’m dirty?”“No, my lady. It’s just that you’re higher than me, and servants don’t hug their mistresses”.“I don’t understand what you’re saying. Aren’t Icelanders superior to wolves?”“You’re correct my lady, but when that wolf has been placed in a position higher than an Icelander, she’s superior.”“Superior or not, we’re friends Mila, and friends hug all the time. I’m going to hug you now, and you’re going to hug me back. Is that clear?”“My lady….”“Is. That. Clear?”She nods. We embrace for a moment, before she pulls away, wiping away a stray tear. “Oh my lady, I’m so happy you’re alive and back. The other concubines have been mean to me, making me do all kinds of work, includin
“That’s enough”, Ruarc yelled from where he was seated.The man between my thighs, paused turning to him. “It’s not yet time my prince.”“If you fuckers don’t get your hands off her, I will rip you apart, and list your body parts for sale”.They visibly gulp, walking back to their seats after giving me a sly smirk. I don’t understand the Crown Prince. Just a few hours ago he was being mean and now, he’s saving my ass. It could be the bond, I conclude, adjusting my dress.Cocci walks back to the podium, and taking the mic, he yells, “So, August, how was your inspection?”I fight the urge to vomit as August rises to his feet, smiling at me, foul teeth on display. “Fair enough, but I wish I was given more time to examine properly”.Cocci rolls his eyes. “You had more than enough time August. If you want more time, then win the auction. Go on please”.“Six hundred!”“Six twenty!”‘Six twenty going...”“Seven hundred!”I am starting to panic when I don’t hear Massa’s voice among the bidde
Cocci shook his head as he watched Crinka follow the concubines to their place. He knew how the night was going to end, having overheard their plans the night before. What they had in mind for the unsuspecting she-wolf was dangerous but Cocci wasn’t going to intervene, nor was he going to let anyone save her, so he locked his brothers in and kept them busy with drinks and women. Next time, she won’t douse his eyes with pepper. Turning on his heel, he walked toward the grand hall where the party was being held.Unknown to Cocci, Sia hadn’t been in the hall, but with Pharix. He ought it good to spend some time with her before partying, and he was going to until he felt something in his gut. Crinka wasn’t okay, so he took Pharix with him to his room. She wasn’t there. He searched the south wing, the east, and the north, but she wasn’t there, so he went back to his wing. Nothing.“She might be at the party my prince”, Pharix said quietly. She hated how he cared for her. She was just a wol
“Aren’t you done yet?”, Massa whined as Prita reached for the bag of blood. She opened it and poured the liquid contents into a cup.“Stop complaining. Why don’t you be more like your brother? You know, quiet?”, she asked sipping carefully at the cup.“Sia is a patient man. I’m not”.Sia looked up at the mention of his name. He was seated cross-legged on Massa’s bed. Massa’s wing was the safest at the moment because Sia wasn’t so sure Ruarc’s wives would keep shut about a vraugmita being in the palace.“That’s a shame because I’m bound to make you wait”, Prita countered, slurping what was left in the cup.“I’ll wait for you Prita”, Massa stated seriously.Prita only rolled her eyes, reaching for another bag of warm blood. She stopped however at Sia’s command.“That’s enough”, the prince ordered, putting away the magazine he was flipping through earlier. “You’ve eaten, you’re clean now, so why don’t you stop wasting our time and tell me where Crinka is?”Prita scowled at him. “All my n
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