August mass release - Chapter 3
The moon cast a gentle glow through the window, illuminating Zilver and Lily's bedroom as they sat on the edge of the bed, their expressions a mix of concern and uncertainty. The air was heavy with the weight of unspoken worries as they contemplated the absence of their mutual dear member, Meagia.Zilver's brow furrowed as he broke the silence, his voice laden with worry. "Lily, it's been two months. We haven't heard anything from Meagia. No messages, no hints, nothing. It's as if she has disappeared in Kaldir’s kingdom intentionally. I have no clue if my sister is even alive or not. That bastard has blocked all the access inside the kingdom.”Lily's fingers traced patterns on the comforter, her gaze distant as she sighed softly. "I know, Zilver. It's... it's not like her at all. She has always been resourceful, and knowing that she is carrying a child Meagia must have been careful. If she wanted to be found, she would have left some trace, some sign. Or perhaps she has somehow accept
In the grand hall of the castle, King Kaldir sat upon his ornate throne, an air of regal indifference surrounding him. The hall was illuminated in the warm glow of torchlight, casting flickering shadows on the marble columns and intricate carvings that adorned the walls. A gentle hum of courtly chatter resonated through the air as nobles and advisers mingled, their polished attire a stark contrast to the rugged stone and heavy wooden beams. The Lycan King Kaldir, however, seemed aloof to the world around him. His broad shoulders were adorned with a crimson robe that flowed down to the marble floor, its intricate golden embroidery glinting in the light. In his hand, he cradled a wine chalice, the deep red liquid within catching the torchlight and shimmering like a gemstone. The king's sleek black hair cascaded down his shoulders, framing a face that bore the weight of both age and authority. His brow was furrowed ever so slightly, as if he wrestled with matters of state even in moment
The cosy house was filled with the warm glow of afternoon sunlight filtering through the windows. Clara sat on the plush sofa, her fingers gently tracing the delicate patterns on an embroidered pillow while waiting for someone. Cinhard, her brother, leaned against the windowsill, his gaze fixed on the distant hills that framed their pack.Clara cleared her throat softly, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them. "Cinhard," she began, her voice gentle, "I have been meaning to ask...what are your plans for the future?"Cinhard turned his gaze from the hills to meet Clara's eyes, his expression thoughtful. He walked over and took a seat in the armchair across from her. "Well, Clara, you know how it is," he said with a sigh. "Our lives have been a series of adventures, tending to the pack needs, thirst for power and finding ways to get the highest position."Clara's lips curved into a small smile, her eyes meeting him with understanding. "Yes, I do understand that Ci
In the grand hall of the vampire kingdom, an air of regal elegance hung thick in the air. The walls were adorned with ornate tapestries depicting centuries of vampiric history, and the ceiling was an intricate mosaic of stars and moonlight. At the heart of the hall, an imposing obsidian throne stood, its edges carved with intricate designs that spoke of power and authority.Upon the throne sat the queen, a figure of dark beauty and commanding presence. Her gown cascaded like a river of shadows, and her obsidian crown glinted with the promise of dominion. Her eyes, a hypnotic shade of crimson, surveyed the hall with a combination of authority and intrigue.To her side stood a male vampire, tall and equally formidable. He exuded an air of loyalty as his gaze remained fixed on the queen, awaiting her attention. "Conner," the queen's voice resonated, a melodic blend of authority and allure, "Speak. What news do you bring me?"Conner, the male vampire, bowed his head respectfully before ad
Beta Liam, the man paced around with an air of concern, paces around his cosy living room. The warm glow of table lamps casts a comfortable ambiance, contrasting with his restless demeanour. He glances at his wristwatch impatiently.The front door creaks open, and Rancel, a woman in her late twenties, enters. She was dressed casually, her hair slightly dishevelled. Her eyes meet Liam's, who immediately stops pacing.Liam was trying to sound calm. “Hey, Rancel. You're finally back.” Rancel avoided his gaze momentarily before meeting his eyes with a smile that didn't quite reach them.Rancel displayed disinterest but still apologised. “Yeah. Sorry, I have been caught up with a lot of things. Liam's eyes narrowed slightly, his concern turning into suspicion.He became skeptical after hearing her words. “A lot of things, huh? It's been days, Rancel. You disappeared without a word. Where were you? What have you been doing?”Rancel's smile wavered, and she shifted uncomfortably on her feet.
[Meagia’s pov] I knew he had a reason for keeping me here, locked within these opulent walls. Kaldir's intentions remained shrouded in mystery, an enigma I had been tirelessly trying to unravel. Days blurred into weeks, and the cycle of uncertainty continued. The door swung open, breaking the silence that had become my constant companion. Kaldir stood there, his presence both commanding and disconcerting. His voice, usually firm, took on an unexpectedly gentle tone."Meagia," he said, his eyes fixing upon me, "I have a proposition for you." My heart raced, for I had grown accustomed to his capricious decisions. Still, I managed a nod, wariness lingering behind my eyes."I thought it might be time for you to have something different," he continued, his gaze softening as it met mine. "I'm taking you to the market today. I want to buy you some dresses."The words hung in the air like a delicate thread, weaving a tapestry of confusion within my mind. Dresses? Why now, and what ulterior
[Eskaal’s pov]I crouched in the shadows of the towering trees that marked the border of the Lycan kingdom. The moon hung low in the night sky, casting an eerie silver glow over the land. The weight of my mission pressed heavily on my shoulders, but the knowledge that Meagia was safe gave me a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. I was ready to get her back!My fingers brushed the hilt of the concealed dagger at my side, a reassuring reminder of the danger that lay ahead. Insider information was my greatest asset; a carefully woven web of alliances and secrets had granted me access to knowledge that few dared to possess. The Lycans were formidable creatures, proud and fierce, but my contacts had assured me of Meagia's well-being. She was alive, hidden away from the wolven territories that threatened our existence. As I peered into the heart of the Lycan territory, my mind raced with plans and contingencies. I knew that brute force wasn't the answer, a war with the lycan king would on
[Meagia’s pov]As we were riding bustling market square seemed to hum with life as I walked among the vibrant stalls, the sun's warm embrace casting a golden glow over the scene. Bags laden with gowns swung from my arms, their contents a testament to the ordinary tasks that filled my days. But my thoughts were far from the mundane, caught in the enigmatic words of the old woman who had crossed my path.The memory played in my mind like a broken record, her voice piercing through the clamour of the market: "Behold the gift from the goddess, the shining star among us!" The urgency in her tone had been palpable, her eyes locked onto mine as if she held some truth that I was yet to discover.A frown creased my brow as I hurriedly looked through the throngs of people, the scent of fresh produce mingling with the aromatic spices that filled the air. What did the woman mean? I had no illusions of grandeur; my life was simple, my pursuits modest. The idea that I could be anything more than a