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
“Argh! I cannot…..please, someone help me.” Meagia, feeling the intensity of labor pains, clenches her fists and takes deep breaths. Just as the pain becomes overwhelming, Kaldir rushes into the room, his eyes filled with concern. “Help! Fuck! Someone help me. Argh!” He quickly grabs his phone and dials the midwife's number, his voice hurried as he explains the situation. Meagia finds solace in Kaldir's presence, knowing that he will do everything he can to ensure a safe delivery. Together, they eagerly await the arrival of their little one, but for different reasons.The midwife checks up on Meagia and excitedly informs Kaldir that the baby is on its way. “My lord, I need some towels and other items to deliver the baby. The child is due and so is the pregnancy.” She requests some wet towels to assist with the delivery. Kaldir, with a mix of nervousness and excitement, rushes to gather the towels, making sure everything is prepared for the arrival of their little one. Meagia, feeli
Hello readers! The book ends here at this point but the story does not, as the world will merge with each other soon. Seraphina will be found by her mate Kaldir soon and that is where the book merges with my other completed one called - Alpha's bitten virgin slave - as I am disclosing a spoiler that Kaldir is Cyrus and Danielle's son from that book. All my wolf books will be a merger with each other as I already hinted the story of Zilver and Lily in this one. Their story is gonna be my next book called - Pregnant for my lycan bully - soon. Meanwhile, you can check out my book in ink-itt called - Trapped in a beastly manor - which is free. And will be.
In a dimly lit brothel’s hall, Clara sat on a worn-out armchair, cradling a small, sleeping child in her arms. The room was silent, save for the soft lullaby Clara hummed, trying to comfort the infant in her care. Seraphina, Eskaal and Meagia’s child was stolen by her while she played her part of being a good friend and well wisher.The sound of clacking heels against the wooden floor broke the stillness, causing Clara's heart to race. She carefully placed the child in a nearby crib and stood up. Standing there was a woman, her face etched with a meaningful grin and compassion.Clara smirked and glanced at the kid, her eyes locking with the brothel’s owner. The woman handed over a small envelope filled with money, her voice soft and empathetic. "Miss Clara, here is the money we agreed upon. Thank you for bringing us a hybrid infant, she will grow up to be a fine woman for my business."Clara accepted the envelope with a firm hand, her gaze moving from the money to the woman. "Thank yo
In the midst of a vast, open plain, Eskaal approached Meagia with a sense of urgency that mirrored the rapid beating of his heart. The moon cast a silver glow over the grassy expanse, and the night air was filled with a chilling stillness.Meagia stood alone, her form illuminated by the pale light of the moon. Her brow was furrowed with worry, and her eyes scanned the horizon in a frantic search. In her arms, she held a tiny blanket, empty and forlorn."Meagia," Eskaal said, his voice quivering with fear and desperation, "Where is our daughter, Seraphina? I can't find her anywhere in the castle."Meagia turned to him, her face etched with anguish. Her voice trembled as she responded, "Eskaal, I don't know. I though Rancel put her in the castle somewhere but she is gone. The cradle had some other unknown child in it."Eskaal's heart sank like a stone in his chest. He rushed to Meagia's side, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Gone? How could she just vanish like that?"Tears welled up in M
The eerie moonlight bathed the imposing Vampire Castle in an ethereal glow as Clara and beta Liam emerged from the ancient fortress, their faces etched with determination and love. In their arms, they cradled Meagia, Rancel's estranged sister, who had been cast aside to starve to death.Meagia was pale and frail, her strength drained by the ordeal she had endured. Her eyes were filled with gratitude and relief as she clung to the couple who had risked everything to rescue her.Beta Liam, strong and resolute held his daughter in his arms, her head resting against his chest. Clara supported Meagia with a tender arm around her, guiding her steps and ensuring her safety.As they stepped into the moonlit courtyard, the chilling wind rustled through the trees, and the castle loomed behind them like a dark sentinel. The trio moved forward, leaving the sinister castle and its shadows behind.Meagia leaned on Clara, her voice a mere whisper as she spoke her gratitude. "Thank you," she said, he
Under the eerie glow of a full moon, Zilver and Eskaal stood side by side in a desolate graveyard, surrounded by ancient tombstones and gnarled trees. Before them, a formidable army of vampiric creatures, their eyes blood-red and fangs exposed, advanced with menacing intent. In their hands, they wielded weapons forged from wicked intentions.Zilver unsheathed his sword, its blade shimmering in the moonlight, crafted entirely from silver. It was a weapon designed to combat the unholy forces they now faced. Beside him, Eskaal wielded an equally impressive silver sword, the two warriors prepared to wage a battle against the vampire horde.The vampires hissed and snarled as they closed in, their grotesque faces contorted with malevolence. With a shared glance, Zilver and Eskaal charged forward, their silver blades cutting through the night air with a haunting sound.The clash of steel against fangs and claws echoed through the graveyard. Zilver and Eskaal moved with uncanny precision and
Clara and Liam had been searching the labyrinthine castle for hours, after they managed to kill all those guards and escaped the cellar. The flickering torchlight barely penetrated the darkness of the dungeon they now entered, its damp and cold stone walls bearing the scars of centuries.Clara whispering. “We've searched every chamber, every corridor... where could she be?” Liam grimly. “I don't know, Clara. But we won't give up until we find her.” They ventured deeper into the dungeon, the silence broken only by the occasional drip of water echoing in the shadows. As they reached the furthest cell, Liam's heart skipped a beat. He saw a figure huddled in the corner, cloaked in darkness.Liam hushed. “Meagia?” The figure stirred, and a faint voice whispered back, choked with emotion. Meagia became tearful. “Dad? Is that really you?” Liam's heart surged with relief and fear as he recognized the voice. He approached the cell and saw his daughter, Meagia, her eyes filled with tears. She w
The once-thriving packs of the wolven realm lay in ruins, every streets filled with debris and its buildings bearing the scars of a recent battle. But amidst the destruction, a sense of hope had emerged. Zilver's army, with a group of skilled warriors which had a reputation for valor and compassion, had come to the aid of the city's people.Zilver stood at the center of the city square. His commanding presence and the aura of determination that surrounded him were a source of inspiration for the beleaguered citizens. Zilver’s voice filled with determination. “We have brought the seers and healers who can aid us in this trying time. They are our best hope for healing and rebuilding the ecosystem of the supernatural realm.”Zilver's soldiers, a diverse group of individuals with various talents and abilities, fanned out across the city. They moved with purpose, searching houses and alleys, their armor gleaming in the morning sun. They were not just warriors; they were protectors, healers
The grand hall of the ancestral vampiric castle was bathed in the soft, warm glow of a hundred flickering candles. Clara, the tall and elegant woman with fiery red hair, entered the hall with Mr Liam, a distinguished military officer, at her side. Clara's emerald-green gown flowed gracefully with each step, and Liam wore his formal uniform, a stark contrast to his usually rugged attire.As they walked into the hall, the murmur of faint conversation and the clinking of glasses filled the air. The occasion was a lavish gathering, and Clara and Liam had just arrived from a distant mission. Rancel seemed to be having a party for her coronation and to announce alpha Cinhard as her partner.Clara scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. And then, as if drawn by an invisible force, her gaze locked onto a tall figure standing near the grand fireplace. It was her brother, Cinhard, looking more regal than she had ever seen him. He wore a finely tailored suit, his auburn hair ne
The room is bathed in dim candlelight, casting flickering shadows on the lavish furnishings. King Kaldir, once a feared warlord, now sits alone on a grand chair, his demeanor shrouded in darkness. In his hand, he holds a gleaming silver knife, its blade glinting ominously. Eskaal, determined to confront Kaldir and seek justice for his actions, quietly enters the room. His eyes narrow as they fall upon the scene before him. He tenses, ready for whatever confrontation may come. Eskaal yells at him firmly. “Kaldir! What are you doing with that knife? Hah! Are you that coward now?” Kaldir starts, his grip on the knife tightening. He slowly turns to face Eskaal, his expression a mix of surprise and resignation. Kaldir becomes defensive. “Eskaal, it's not what you think.” Eskaal takes cautious steps closer, his gaze locked on the silver knife. Eskaal speaks with a skeptical look. “Explain yourself, Kaldir. What is that knife for? And this whole commotion?” Kaldir places the knife on a n