As I lay there napping, half-asleep, the familiar voice of my mother pierced through my dreams, pulling me back to a harsher reality.“Aurora,” she called, her voice laced with a deep-seated worry that seemed to echo off the cold walls of the jail.I don't know whether she worries about me or worries about me not following Ferdinand's plan.“I don’t think we have anything to talk about anymore,” I responded, without bothering to wake up. I couldn't bring myself to look at her directly, the sting of her betrayal too fresh, too painful. She, my mother, betrayed me. In the name of family. No, it is I, myself who chose to follow her. So it is my own stupidity.‘I should not follow her way of thinking without any facts.’"Please, Aurora, just this once, follow what your father has arranged for you." She implored, her hands clasping and unclasping nervously. "Don't you want the three of us to be together again? The chance is finally here.""Family?" I scoffed bitterly, finally turning to fa
I am NathanAt the age of 21, I had already enlisted in the Special Forces, a unit renowned for international counter-terrorism operations and critical rescue missions, including the apprehension of high-profile terrorists. I traveled to Iraq, Afghanistan, Somalia, North Korea, and many other dangerous countries.As an Alpha werewolf, my physique was robust, and my reflexes were swift, propelling me ahead of my peers and quickly establishing me as the leader of my specialized team.However, everything shifted five years ago during a mission involving a terrorist known as Eclipse. The reality was, it wasn't Eclipse itself but an impostor using its name to wreak havoc and inadvertently entangle citizens in a foreign country. Our team was dispatched for a rescue operation, and I was on the brink of capturing Eclipse's trail.For months, I tirelessly pursued them from the fake Eclipse to the real Eclipse, slowly figuring out what they really wanted. They wanted werewolves to be able to li
“Nathan, where are you going?” a woman's voice called from behind, laced with a tone of concern, as I trod towards the underground jail. I turned to find Clarie hastening towards me, her gown billowing slightly with her hurried steps.“What are you doing here, Princess?” I asked, a hint of surprise in my voice. In Eclipse, that was our nickname for her, for she was the daughter of Ferdinand. She walked beside me, her steps mirroring mine. Observing her closely, I noticed the similarity she bore to Aurora - a resemblance not just in features but in the subtle expressions that danced across her face.“You won the fight, didn’t you? Don’t you think that means I will be your mate, Nathan?” Her voice was sweet, tinged with a mix of hope and uncertainty.A pang of pity struck me as I thought of her entanglement in a political marriage. “Don’t worry about it, Princess. I have already sought Aurora’s hand in marriage. And your likely mate is Ivan the Russian.” I continued walking towards the
AuroraDo I believe in Nathan? Would he help me? The answer is yes. I believe in him, and he will help me. We grew up together in Oakhaven. He loved me, or so I had thought. It seemed impossible for him not to help me, especially now that I'm in danger.“Soon, we will go out together. Forgive me, Aurora,” my mother's voice quivered, heavy with a guilt that seemed to suffocate the very air around us. “I put a tapping device on Ferdinand. I heard he plans to kill us. We must find a way out from here.” Her eyes, once vibrant, now mirrored the fear that had rooted itself deep within her soul.“Nathan!” My mom's voice cracked with a glimmer of hope as she saw Nathan approaching with Claire. But her face turned pale, drained of all color, as six security guards, armed to the teeth, rushed in. Ferdinand followed, his presence casting a shadow that seemed to darken the already gloomy cell.“Miranda, I never knew you would betray me.” His voice was a sad melody, a stark contrast to the coldnes
The first rays of the morning sun caressed the dew-laden green field, casting a golden glow over the landscape. Majestically, the castle stood, a silent sentinel through hundreds of years, witnessing generations rise in power and fall into oblivion.Now, the same castle would bear witness to the brewing storm of war. General Victor, now hailed by his people as King Victor, stood resolutely at the forefront of his army, a formidable force of 20,000. Opposite him, Ferdinand, alongside his son Charles, commanded an even larger army of 50,000.Ferdinand's voice thundered across the field, his words laced with contempt. “Victor, you are a traitor. How dare you kill your own king! A traitor does not deserve the crown. Those who follow Victor, have you no shame in supporting such treachery? If you are a man of honor, you are supposed to cut his head and present it to the late king!”Winning the war wasn't merely a numerical clash of forces; it was also a moral and ideological battle. Those w
Outside Victor's tent, a palpable tension filled the air. Victor's general exuded determination, clearly focused on defeating Ferdinand and Charles to secure victory in the war. It was their only option, given their smaller number of soldiers. He and his companion hurriedly advanced toward the location of Ferdinand and Charles. With relentless determination, they swiftly overpowered the enemy in their line of sight, displaying both speed and deadly precision.They traded wounds, roars, blood, and lives. Some of them collapsed to the ground, never to rise again. Others had their arms torn apart by the enemy's attacks. People screamed in both fury and agony."Father, you need to get to safety!" Charles, bravely fighting on the front line, held onto his father's arm, his eyes filled with urgency. As Victor's general approached them amidst the chaos, he requested, "General Thomas, please help my father move to the rear!""Yes, young master," General Thomas replied, his voice a steady anch
"If you don't understand how it works, then let me tell you," Xanders adjusted her glasses while explaining to Ferdinand. "Four of our agents, disguised as members of General Thomas's soldiers, are always ready on Charles's back, helping him. But once they receive the command, they will forget their disguise and either eliminate his enemy or finish them off, then they'll stab Charles from behind. They'll then drag his body and throw it to the enemy," Xander detailed coldly. "And when the enemy gets Charles's body, my team will start yelling, 'Charles has died, Charles has died.' What do you think will happen when General Victor's people catch wind of that?"Xander put his ear to the wind. Between the sound of waves, soon the shouts from the war zone could be heard. People were shouting eagerly and thunderously. "Charles has died! Charles has died!""That's the sound you will hear," Xander looked at Ferdinand with a deep sense of conviction. "Your son just died, and soon you and your d
In disbelief and numb with emotion, I approached the precipice of the towering cliff, my eyes drawn to the jagged rocks below where furious waves crashed relentlessly against the sheer rock face. It was a dizzying drop, easily fifty to a hundred meters. The wind was thick with the tang of salt and the roar of the ocean below.Ferdinand turned into a wolf and with a decisive motion, bit Xander's neck and leapt off the cliff edge. Yet I couldn't see their bodies below. My mother, witnessing this, stood at the brink, her tears flowing as she screamed Ferdinand's name in a heart-wrenching plea.Panic erupted among the shadow soldiers. They were frantically calling to their leader through the radio, their voices sounding unbelieving about the incident, "Ferdinand took Xander and jumped off the cliff!"The memory of Xander's smile, so serene and unsettling, flashed before me. I recalled vividly how Ferdinand had bitten into his neck, a moment that seemed to freeze my emotions, leaving me fe
I looked at the baby he was so cute, but I know I had to act. I dressed him in new clothes and wrote the prophecy about his future role in saving the world on the cloth. He was destined to return here, to build a dome for humanity and fulfill his fate—perhaps he had already completed his mission. I donned the wrist device and fashioned a smaller one for the baby, so we could travel through time together. But first, I had to ensure that the future would be free of problems. The spheres were set to manage the environment, programmed to halt their work when CO2 levels reached 0.04%. As for who would rule in the future, I chose not to decide. The people must learn to govern themselves; some were already training to use the spheres. I couldn't always be their deity; they needed to become self-sufficient. With the baby in tow, I prepared to leave this era, knowing I would never return; it wasn't my place. Together, we activated the high-frequency drive, propelling us into the fourth
On the night the baby was born, the parents was sleeping soundly, unaware of the sphere descended to take a sample of the newborn's blood.It was painless. And the sphere quickly checked the DNA.As the results flashed on the screen, it not fit my DNA. But I saw a connection between myself and this baby—a sibling, perhaps.I didn’t now if I have messed up with the future or I still unborn in this time.Two years later, the woman I believed to be my mother was expecting again, this time a daughter. It was clear then that the baby wasn’t me.All I can do was waiting.In the five years since I came here, we constructed 76,910 domes worldwide, sheltering 500 million survivors from the once 8 billion-strong human population.The disparity was stark: some domes teemed with life, while others stood empty, their ecosystems meticulously engineered and automated, home only to selected wildlife.The advent of virtual exploration allowed people to survey these domes remotely, relocating if they f
"Show me where my parents are," I commanded the sphere with excitement. After long years, I was about to meet my long-lost parents.The sphere generated a screen for me to view, revealing a young man and woman, perhaps around 20 years old, entering the Eden Dome for the first time. They appeared bewildered and lost, their eyes wide with a mix of fear and wonder."Are you sure they are my parents?" I questioned, my brow furrowed in doubt. They were even younger than me. It felt odd, almost as if I should call them little brother and sister instead of parents."Yes, Master," the sphere responded affirmatively. "Your genetic DNA matches theirs perfectly.""But," I hesitated, scrutinizing the image, my heart pounding with a strange apprehension. "Send one sphere to them; I need to ask them something."The distance seemed vast, with our dome situated half a world away, creating a chasm between us."As you wish, Master."A sphere glided toward the man and woman in the distant dome. "Excuse
"Guys, please stop it," I implored, the urgency clear in my voice. "There will be no use."The spheres that had been hovering alongside each of the gang’s leaders and their members suddenly flared into a menacing red hue. "The host is showing harmful behavior. The security protocol will be launched," it announced in a dispassionate tone.Without warning, the spheres emitted a piercing frequency that targeted all guns, weapons, and harmful items. In moments, they disintegrated into fine atom dust, which the sphere then collected and whisked away, presumably to be repurposed as building material.The bear leader's and all gang’s members face registered shock, then eyes wide with disbelief and fear."In Eden, when you make a mistake, there are two options for you to choose from," I continued, my voice steady. "One, we simply expel you back to where you came from. Or, alternatively, you can e
In the dimly lit underground city, I had just finished selling my last can of food. Eagerly, I was about to purchase more slaves, when the bear gang leader approached me with his smelly body odour.Water was precious here; people wash their body once a year.His burly frame cast a long shadow as he strode towards me, flanked by two other gang’s leaders, their footsteps echoing in the small alley.“Alex, the fish seller,” he growled, his voice deep and menacing.“That’s me!” I responded with a cheerful smile.“We want you to take us to the fish factory. Can you, do it?” His eyes, sharp and probing, seemed to pierce through me, daring me to decline.“Sure,” I replied happily. “The owner already mentioned he'd be thrilled to have you all there. He said there’s plenty of food.”“Really?” he asked, scepticism written all over his rugged face.“Yes, take as many people as you can,” I urged, sensing their disbelief.The three of them exchanged looks of shock and disbelief. “Whatever,” one of
I stood in my house, gazing at the sprawling expanse of New York City below, dreaming of transforming it into a colossal dome.However, the architectural limitations soon became apparent, leading to a revised plan of constructing a network of smaller domes, each the size of a soccer field, interconnected like a honeycomb.This design was not only efficient but also practical in case of emergencies, such as shattered glass or structural failures. It could be easily detached and repaired without causing trouble to the entire dome.As the temperature inside the dome needed to be controlled for the plants and for the humans.The first group of eighty slaves, were settled in one of the completed domes. For the time being, they shared a common sleeping area, heavily medicated to aid their recovery and adjustment to their new environment.Each person was assigned a spherical device designed to help them acclimate to this "new Eden."At the night before, I was guiding them out of the undergro
‘No, I cannot move now before I know everything about them. I may wrongly save people and cause trouble. I need to study them more,’ I thought, my mind racing with caution.“Spheres 567, stay on the underground and record everything about their activities,” I commanded, letting them delve into the shadows.Finding one of the human underground hubs, I dispatched another hundred spheres to scout the area. Because humans may concentrate in one locale, and my hunch was spot on.Humans were crafting an underground city, intertwining with the natural caves and beginning to carve out a vast space within the earth's embrace.Through the spherical eyes, I glimpsed a colossal chamber that sparked memories of the largest underground city ever discovered, Derinkuyu in Cappadocia, Turkey, capable of sheltering around 20,000 people along with their livestock and food stores.But the population here seemed to surpass 80,000, with the capacity to house over 200,000. As I used the spheres to map the e
One had to remember where he was from. I had completed my research to elevate human frequency to a higher dimension, allowing passage through space and time. This ambition was fueled by my desire to meet my parents in the future.In my study room, I carefully handled the clothes that had swaddled me as a baby, left at the orphanage door. The fabric held the mystery of my origins. Despite using the gate to the past to uncover who had placed me at the orphanage, no one appeared. The clothes and I simply materialized out of nowhere.I placed the garment on the scanning blueprint machine, aiming to record every atom and deduce the era it hailed from. This information was pivotal for my journey to that specific time.The smart device strapped to my wrist was brimming with data necessary for the impending future war. In moments, the year 2112 flashed on its screen. Was it truly 80 years into the future?Activating the smart device on my left arm, my body began to feel ethereal, as the body
AlexI brought back a child, a five-year-old girl, to my mansion when I encountered Nadine. "Can you take care of this child as you do our own?" I asked tentatively."Who is she?" Nadine inquired, her eyes narrowing slightly in confusion and curiosity.I hesitated, grappling with the truth. The thought of Nadine possibly becoming a cruel stepmother to Aurora's daughter haunted me. But the weight of the secret was too heavy. As she could find the answer by herself anytime she wants."She is Aurora's daughter," I confessed. "I killed Nicholas, and soon Aurora will vanish from this world. This child is utterly alone, bearing no fault in these tragic events.""And her name?" Nadine pressed, her demeanour softening as she gently took the child into her arms, cradling her with maternal warmth.Shaking my head, I replied, "Aurora refused to name her. She's been living like a shadow among the maids, an unwanted soul.""How heartless can one be!" Nadine exclaimed, her face contorting in anger