Long ago, after enduring thousands of years of torment from supernatural beings, King Wilhelm Volfenheim led the battle between humans and Occults. With the help of a simple gardener who discovered a powerful concoction against the Occults, the Black Herb Poison, they were successful in bringing those dreadful, otherworldly beings to their knees. Fearing the end of their species, the leader of the Lycan race proposed a bargain: every supernatural creature would cease hunting and preying on humans, and humans would stop pursuing them in return. Wilhelm agreed, but only if the Occults depart for Melcoria, a dark, desolate continent in the middle of the harsh Garyon Sea, thousands of miles away from human lands. Leaving them no other choice, the Occults begrudgingly agree.Well, almost. Occults who were pure of blood went to Melcoria and established their home, claiming territory and stayed there, never bothering humans ever again. However, there were those who remained, those who could
My stepmother burst into my room only seconds after I did.“Selina—what in the seventh hell is that?”“What my father should have done a long time ago,” I answered irritably.“No!” Helena yelled, and I turned to look at her, shocked at her audacity. In the years that I’d known her, I’ve never seen her explode like that. “Your father wouldn’t disrespect his friends like that. He would be calm and rational about it—”“Like what you are doing right now?” I asked sarcastically before turning my back on the older woman again. “They are not his friends. Not after what Henry did to me.”“I have talked to Camilla. This whole thing is just a big misunderstanding—”“Big misunderstanding his face,” I scoffed. “When I came to borrow their jet, she never mentioned any of that.”“—And she implored us to discard the letter that Henry stupidly sent to us.”“—She didn’t even apologize about her son’s behavior.”“Whatever happened to you two? You used to be so in love.”I scoffed. “In love? Henry lied
“Our hold on Volfenheim is slipping. I’ve…” It seemed like my father did not know how to explain his thoughts. “I’ve been sitting on this knowledge for days now and I can’t… I don’t know what to do.”“What... what do you mean? What is it?”“A good number of Volfenheim soldiers left their bases x days ago. They went back home, and I’m not sure when they’ll return. IF they return.”I perked up at that, spine rigid, heart pounding loudly in my chest.Henry did that?“Oh... is that bad news?” My stepmother asked.‘Yes, you stupid cow,’ I had scoffed. ‘This is what happens when a common s*lut is appointed queen.’“Helena, this means they are withdrawing their military support,” my father explained. “They are not even being subtle about it. I don’t know what they are thinking. They know we need those soldiers.”‘Everyone knows what will happen if they do that. Maybe they need them back home?’ I had rationalized to myself. ‘It could be nothing. Maybe they’ll come back. Henry nor Camilla woul
“Princess Selina, over here!” a bunch of children called out to me as soon as I got out of the car. They were waving at me happily from the window of the building, shouting my name, doing everything they could to get my attention.I smiled as I recognized each rowdy child by their faces and waved at them. Theirs was by far the warmest greeting and welcome I’d ever received since coming back to Aldervolf, Volfenheim. I took a step forward to get to the kids, but a firm hand on my waist stopped me from moving. I looked up to the person holding me.“Going somewhere, honey?” Hearing Henry’s saccharin tone and seeing his fake smiling face made me want to throw up.I was instantly transported back to the reality of the moment. Henry and I were outside Mother’s Love Orphanage in our first public appearance in Volfenheim after getting back together. It was the hundred year founding anniversary of the orphanage. Empress Camilla had other engagements, so she delegated the two of us to attend. S
It wasn't even the end of the day when the articles were posted. I was trending again. The reporters completely twisted the little boy’s story, making ME a cheater and painting Jasper as a victim of my ‘evil charms.’ The trolling and cyberbullying got harsher after that. Not only do I have to endure Jade and Henry’s fans… I suddenly had to face Jasper’s as well. I knew he was popular with girls, but I did not realize how massive their numbers were and how rabid they could be.They were overprotective and obsessive about him. Every single one of them. They were all extremely rude, isolating me, drawing graffiti on my desk, locker, and dormitory door, leaving hate mail, notes, etc. I just ignored them and they’d eventually lose interest… until the next thing that they would find annoying about me. However, there were some who took it to the extremes and were downright sociopathic. Those people were not afraid to leave me ‘gifts.’ Dead animals in pretty little gift boxes, sometimes with
“Did he choose this, too?” I asked sarcastically when I stood before the king’s lover, grabbing her left hand to have a good look at the simple gold band on her ring finger.I’d never seen it before and I would not even notice it had she not been trying her best not to draw attention to it earlier. Henry must’ve sent me these boxes of jewelry to hide the fact that he gave her a ring, something that he never did for me before. Maybe I was just overthinking it, but Henry was essentially saying that he was more committed to her than he was to me. Jade tried to pull her hand away from mine, but I held firm.“Isn’t that lovely?”“Y-Your Royal Highness…”“What?” I turned over her hand to see if it was just a band and was disappointed that it was. No stones, not even a tiny bit. “Don’t be so dramatic. I’m not doing anything... yet.”The maids exchanged nervous glances in a subtle manner which irritated me. They must know I could still see them, right? I dropped Jade’s hand and spritzed some
We all froze when we caught each other’s eyes. They stood awkwardly like children that got caught doing something they shouldn’t, scratching their necks and napes.“H-hi, guys!” I recognized them as the classmates I tolerate. I invited them so that the party could have some people who didn’t mooch up to me or actively hate me.“Princess Selina,” one girl said, stepping forward. Her smile was awkward, but kind. I think her name’s Grace. “We were just... um...”It was painful to watch her try to explain what they were doing in the shrubbery. They stunk of alcohol, cigars, and something grassy and sweet. They don’t look wasted or tipsy, though, and the girls don’t look disheveled. So they drank and smoked in the garden. Big deal. I know some people who’ve done worse things there.“Are you enjoying the party?” I finally asked to end her suffering.“The party’s lame,” came a male voice from the back of the group, half-hidden by tall vegetation.“Paddy!” Grace scolded him before turning to
TW: Depictions of vio*lence, d*rugs, and s*exual a*ssault_______“Have you tried a love potion yet?” Shania asked, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like she’s just asking about the weather.“What?” I found it funny that she would entertain an idea like that. “Are you serious?”“Yeah! Desperate times call for desperate measures.”“You know that’s highly illegal, right?” Grace said, bothered and shocked. “Not to mention immoral and unethical.”Speaking of bothered, I was sweating like I was having hot flashes. I felt so uncomfortable. I took off Jasper’s jacket and drank some more of the cold beer they offered.“So is having a side piece? What’s your point?” Shania scoffed.“Where would you even get a love potion these days?” Helen interjected thoughtfully. “All the witches are in Melcoria. The rest are just a bunch of l*wlifes looking for an easy buck.”“There’s one right here in Aldervolf!”“What? You?”“No, silly.” Shania took her phone and showed us a picture of an
I let out a blood-curdling scream.“It’s alright, my princess,” Clifford tried to reassure me with a soothing voice as he approached me, but his actions had the opposite effect on me. “Do not be afraid, it’s–”Before he could finish speaking, a shadow leaped in front of me and tackled the butler to the ground with a growl. It was Jasper. They fought over the knife before the duke knocked Clifford out with a punch to the face, dislocating his jaw.“Freddy!” Bridgette screamed. Everyone rushed towards the prince, and they pushed me out of the way. I landed on my behind, the grass cushioning the fall, still too stunned to care.“Are you okay?” I heard Jasper ask. He knelt in front of me. I gazed at him and the hand he offered, still wide-eyed. “Selina, are you hurt?”I shook my head no. I was trembling like a leaf in the wind. I didn't even realize I was crying until the duke put an arm around me, pulling me close to his chest. “It’s alright. It’s over now.”It was strange. Even though h
Someone was standing by the window.The drawing room was dark, but I could see their silhouette thanks to the moonlight shining through the mesh curtains. They appeared to be looking out of the window, their back turned towards me. My heart thumping in my chest, I stepped back in an attempt to escape, only to be stopped by a familiar male voice.“You’re here…” The person finally looked at me. They were wearing a turquoise and gold suit. A royal butler.“Clifford?” I squinted to see the man properly, my eyes adjusting in the dark. He was… smiling. It was unusual, but not unwelcome. “It’s late. What are you still doing here?”“I noticed you were not here after His Majesty’s visit. Where were you?”I closed the door behind me and walked towards my bedroom. “I just went out for a walk. You can go back now.”“Oh, alright. Good night, my princess,” he said, a soft lilt in his voice. “Sweet dreams.”I raised my eyebrows at that. He never smiles or croons. The butler was always professional a
Thank the Rozen Maiden, Jasper was already hard. I don't know what I'd do if he wasn't.He smelled like mint soap and tasted nothing in particular. Like clean skin.“What are you doing?” the Lycan exclaimed, horrified. He shoved me, causing me to fall off the bed. I assumed he didn't intend to do that, as he quickly rushed to my side, visibly concerned. “I'm sorry!”I didn't move from my spot. I hurt my back when I hit the floor, but my pride and dignity hurt even worse.He was right. What was I doing, coming to his room and pouncing on him like that? I have no shame left in me. I couldn’t believe I’d stooped so low.“Hey, are you okay?” the duke asked, and I turned away from him, ignoring him completely. “Don't just lie in there. The floor's cold.”“Leave me alone.”“Selina...”I breathed deeply before opening my mouth and screaming at the top of my lungs.“Alright! Fine! Fine!” Jasper yelled through my screams, stepping back and covering his ears. “Fine, I'll leave you alone, jeez.”
I ran upstairs to the third floor of the Lyall Palace, where the guests’ bedchambers were located. As soon as I reached the door at the end of the halfway, I pounded my fist on the sturdy wood. I don’t care if it’s the middle of the night; I need to speak with the occupant of the room.“Princess Selina?” a voice came from behind me. I turned to see Jasper peeking out from an open door across the hall. He looked dumbfounded to see me. “What are you doing here?”I could ask him the same thing because I know that’s not his assigned bedchamber. I walked towards him and his expression turned into a deep concern. The duke stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him.He looked ridiculous in his silk pajamas and nightcap.“You can't be here,” he said, his eyes combing the dimly lit hallway for signs of life. “What if other people–”I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down to crash my lips into his.When Henry said I could not have a lover while he had one, he failed to co
“Your Royal Highness,” Clifford's voice called from outside my door. I scowled and turned towards it. What was it this time? “His Majesty is here to see you.”“The king?”“Yes, miss.”My eyes almost popped open in shock. Henry never visited me in my room, especially at night, because he was wary of the rumors it might create. What does he want?“Shall I tell His Majesty that you’re indisposed?”“No, let him…” I glanced at the table and noticed the vial of period blood was still there.In my panic, I grabbed it so that I could hide it on the couch again. However, it slipped from my hand and rolled under the table.“Argh!” I tried to reach it, but it was so far away from my hand.“Your Royal Highness?”“Just a minute!” I tried to use my foot, but the vial rolled under the other couch and near the fireplace. Spilling small amounts of thick liquid in its wake. I forgot to put its lid on.The door swung open, and I dived to snatch the vial and, before I could decide against it, threw it in
“I’ve seen the written accord; I have studied it ever since they displayed it in the Museum for all to see. It doesn’t say anything about that.”I narrowed my eyes at the glasses girl, “Are you saying my father lied?” “N-no! I’m saying he’s mistaken, Your Royal Highness.” Nervously, she passed around folders containing graphs, charts, and pictures showcasing ancient texts alongside their modern translations. “I mean, I can’t blame His Majesty, the accord is very old. But… as you can see in your copies, the translation clearly says ‘a child sired by Wilhelm’s blood’ … so, it could be anyone of them, not just the king.”“You mean the spare?” Julian interjected, eyebrows furrowing.“It doesn't matter who is sitting on the throne now,” the girl said, adjusting her glasses that were slipping down her nose. “Even if he has just a drop of the first emperor's blood, he will still be considered eligible. The person Princess Selina decides to marry will inherit both the throne and the title al
My heart had been pounding so hard on my chest when the heathens pushed me into the back of a car and made me lie on my back. It was where they gagged me and tied up my hands and feet. They drove the car for a while, driving through a couple of tunnels and a train crossing and a lot of humps and when they finally stopped, I couldn’t hear the hustle and bustle of the city. All the sounds I could make out were the occasional chirping of crickets, rustling of leaves, and the squelching of our feet against the soft, wet grass when they got me out of the car.The people who took me dragged me carefully inside a building and made me sit on a cushioned couch. The place smelled like rotten wood, stagnant water and dust. By the time my kidnappers pulled the bag off my head, I was already calm and collected. My security team always told me that in an event that I was taken, I needed to preserve my voice and strength. I must not encourage the kidnappers to hurt me, which I didn’t. Aside from the
Jade was talking animatedly to another student while smoothing out the pink poster on the wall. I walked towards the elevator a few feet from them, ignoring them, intending to ride the elevator to go to my class. A few other students were intrigued by the new poster and flocked to the female Lycan, listening to what she had to say.Jade’s soft-spoken voice was loud and clear while she explained to the group the importance of having a ‘well-woman exam’ at least once a year. Her words seemed to be filled with genuine concern and compassion for her fellow women, which made me huff. Where was that concern and compassion when she stole Henry from me?I pressed the button on the elevator again, willing for it to go down faster, but it was stuck on the fifth floor for some d amned reason. With a huff, I turned on my heels, and walked towards the stairs, but Jade’s words stopped me in my tracks.“Me?” She was smiling warmly while looking at the group of students in front of her. “As a matter
“I'm infertile?” I was thankful for the face mask I was wearing because it muffled my loud voice a bit and it helped to not shower the good doctor with spittle when I shouted. After a few days of holding it off because of my pride, I went back to Doctor Ortega’s clinic and endured all of the tests she wanted to do. I had a lot of terrible scenarios in my head during and a few days after the tests, but I never imagined that one. Given the doctor's concern, I thought I was dying. The final result was even worse. To say I was shocked was an understatement. “That's—no, it can't be!” As the future empress, it was my responsibility to have children. If I don't get to have that… I'll be useless. If Henry knew this— “I didn't say that,” the brown-haired doctor said, frowning a little. “I said you have polycystic ovary syndrome, Mary.” “Same difference.” I folded my arms on my chest. “I’ve heard of that condition. I won’t get pregnant if I have it.” “Why would that matter to you? I thou