[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
The room that had been suffused with warmth suddenly grew tense as Meagia's expression shifted from one of love and contentment to a mix of confusion and distress. Her grip on the baby tightened involuntarily, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Kaldir."Kaldir," her voice quivered, "why did you do it?" Her words were barely more than a whisper, but they hung heavy in the air. She became terrified upon seeing alpha Eskaal’s body laying lifelessly on the floor. The wound was fatal and he might not have survived.Kaldir's heart sank, his gaze locking onto hers, the weight of her accusation hitting him like a physical blow. He felt a knot tighten in his chest, his own eyes clouded with a mixture of guilt and sorrow. "Meagia," he began, his voice strained, "there are things... things you don't understand.""No!" Meagia's voice rose, laced with anger and fear. "I saw it, Kaldir. I saw you. I saw you taking Eskaal's life." Her hands trembled, and she held their baby girl closer, as if seeki
The room was shrouded in shadows, lit only by the soft glow of flickering candles. Kaldir, the dangerous looking lycan king and imposing figure dressed in regal robes, stood at the centre of the room. His face was a mask of anger and disgust as he gazed down at the lifeless body of Eskaal, Meagia’s former mate, lying on the cold marble floor.Kaldir spoke while snarling, as he held the child in his hand. “This treacherous wretch dared to defy me within the very walls of my sanctuary? How dare he even come here?” Kaldir's eyes narrowed, and his voice carried the weight of authority.Kaldir yelled while raising his hand. “Guards! To me!” The heavy chamber doors swung open, and two burly guards, dressed in ornate armour, rushed in, their swords drawn.One of the guard spoke in a hushed tone. “My lord, what has happened?” Kaldir responded with disgust while pointing at Eskaal's lifeless body. “That, right there! The snake, Eskaal, thought he could challenge my authority. He paid for his b
[Meagia’s pov]I had no idea when Eskaal had arrived in the Lycan Kingdom. His presence, now etched into the chronicles of lycan world’s history, remained a baffling enigma to me. It was as if he had materialised out of thin air, a mistake destined to unravel the delicate balance that had long held the lycan kingdom’s boundaries together.The whispers in the court had been rife with speculation about his origins. Some claimed he was here with an army to slay all the lycans, Kaldir claimed that he started to attack from distant lands when he stumbled upon the border. Others insisted he was a killer who slayed a big ratio of lycans, an insane alpha who was seeking to undermine the throne.For me, the truth remained elusive, told by others, shrouded in the darkness of uncertainty. All I knew was that his arrival had brought turmoil, casting a shadow over the once-peaceful lycan realm. And as I wept for the love I had lost, I couldn't help but wonder if his presence had indeed been a grie
The dimly lit lounge of Zilver's house was filled with tension. The soft glow of a few strategically placed lamps casted long shadows across the room. Zilver, the lycan king, in his mid-20s with a rugged charm and piercing blue eyes, paces back and forth, his footsteps echoing in the quiet. He was wearing a tailored suit, but his dishevelled appearance betrays the turmoil within. His fingers tapped nervously against his thigh as he contemplated the recent events involving alpha Eskaal, the close friend and brother-in-law, who had been targeted in a brutal attack. Zilver's mind had raced, his thoughts jumbled like a tangled web. He had recalled the cryptic messages and ominous warnings that had preceded the assault, and his determination to uncover the truth had consumed him. He had taken a deep breath, trying to clear his mind, but it had been no use. Zilver spoke while whispering to himself. “Eskaal... What's happened to you?” He had stopped at a window, staring out into the inky d
The soft morning light spills into Clara's elegantly furnished bedroom, casting a warm glow on the floral-patterned wallpaper and antique furniture. Clara, the woman who was still unaware about the news, sat with flowing auburn hair and delicate features, sitting at her vanity, meticulously applying her makeup. Her reflection in the ornate mirror displayed a calm facade, but her eyes betrayed the hint of unease that has lingered in her heart for days. The air in the room seems heavy with anticipation, as if the world outside knew something Clara doesn't. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a tall, solemn butler named James stepped inside, his face etched with grief.James walked inside and informed with his voice trembling. “Miss Clara, there's... there's something I need to tell you.” Clara stopped her meticulous makeup application, her heart skipping a beat. She turned to face James, her eyes wide with concern.Clara looked at him, totally concerned. “James, what's wrong? You look
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