Meagia, trapped in the depths of madness, sat hunched over on the cold floor of her chamber. Her once radiant hair was now dishevelled, and her eyes are wide with an unsettling mix of grief and delusion. “My little honeybun, where are you?” Meagia’s unwashed hair and her mad state was beyond what one could see.In her tormented state, she began to speak to the only companion she believed she had left, her own shadow, casted by the dim candle light that flickered on the chamber wall. “Hello? Why haven’t you come today?” She gestured at the wall blankly where nobody was at.Meagia's chamber was shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by the faint glow of candlelight. The room is adorned with mystical trinkets and eerie artifacts, creating an eerie and otherworldly atmosphere. Her eyes, once filled with enchantment, are now clouded with madness. She rocked back and forth, muttering to herself, her voice a haunting whisper.Meagia was now delirious. “No, no, it can't be true. Eskaal would
Clara, determined and desperate, ventured deep into the heart of the enchanted forest. The dense trees seemed to whisper secrets as she moved further into the mystical realm of witches, their gnarled branches forming an eerie canopy overhead.The forest was alive with magic, and the air was thick with the scent of herbs and incense. Clara's footsteps are careful, her resolve unwavering as she headed towards the winding path toward a sacred grove rumoured to be the dwelling place of the Supreme witch.At the edge of the grove, Clara pauses to catch her breath, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anticipation. She wears a pendant around her neck, a symbol of her family's connection to the witches, and she clutched it tightly, seeking strength.With a deep breath, Clara stepped into the groove, and the atmosphere changed instantly. The air is charged with mystical energy, and the trees part to reveal a clearing where a powerful presence awaits.The Supreme witch, a figure cloak
As Clara exited the mystical grove of the Supreme witch, she carries the weight of the revelation with her. The cryptic guidance about finding Eskaal's mate echoed in her mind, a haunting refrain.Clara, now in her car was making her way back home, gazed out the window, her thoughts consumed by the words of the witch. The forest's enchanting atmosphere gradually faded into the distance, but the sense of purpose that has ignited within her remains.The tires of the vehicle rattled on the uneven road, and the world outside was bathed in the soft hues of twilight. Clara's expression reflected a mix of determination, hope, and uncertainty.Clara was whispering to herself. “Eskaal's mate... the crescent moon…” She clutched the pendant around her neck, a symbol
[Cinhard'S HOME - EVENING]Cinhard, Clara's concerned brother, paced anxiously in the grand hallway of their family home. The hours have stretched long into the evening, and there is no sign of Clara's return. Worry etches deep lines on his face as he glances repeatedly at the clock on the wall.Cinhard was apprehensive. “She should have been back by now. Where could she be?” As the minutes tick by, Cinhard's concern escalates. He knows Clara is resourceful, but the delay is unusual, and a nagging sense of unease grips him.Cinhard was determined to find her. “I can't wait any longer. I need to find her.” Cinhard heads to the study and hastily scribbles a note, instructing his men to go in search of Clara.
[BETA Liam'S LIVING ROOM - EVENING]Liam, the concerned and stern father, sits in his comfortable living room, his brows furrowed with worry. He's been hearing whispers and rumours about his daughter, Rancel, involving herself in suspicious activities. He knows it's time to confront her.Rancel enters the room, her demeanour defensive and guarded. She senses the tension in the air as soon as she sees her father's stern expression.Rancel was still defiant, even after the last talk. “What's this about, Father?” Liam looks at Rancel with a mixture of disappointment and concern, his voice stern but tinged with worry.Beta Liam started accusing. “Rancel, I've been hearing troubling things about your ac
The taxi cab hums along the city streets after Rancel leaves her home, its headlights cutting through the darkness. Rancel, sitting with a stern expression, sits in the backseat. She gazes out of the window, watching as the familiar cityscape starts to give way to open fields and sparse trees. Her clenched jaw reveals the weight of a difficult decision.The cab driver, a middle-aged man with a friendly demeanor, glances at Rancel through the rearview mirror. The cab driver asked cheerfully. “So, where to, ma’am?” Rancel hesitates for a moment, her eyes fixed on the diminishing city lights in the distance. Her fingers drum nervously on his knee.Rancel became pensive on her decision. “Actually, could you please pull over here, just outside the c
Clara, the young woman in her mid-20s, lies motionless on a hospital bed, connected to various monitors and machines. She appears peaceful, her chest rising and falling with each slow breath. The room is filled with the sterile scent of medical equipment, and the soft beeping of machines provides a constant backdrop.Cinhard, her worried as fuck brother, enters the room with a concerned and bewildered expression on his face. He approaches the bed, his eyes fixed on Clara's still form. Cinhard began whispering. “Clara? It's me, Cinhard.”He reaches out and gently touches her hand, as if trying to awaken her. There's a hint of desperation in his voice. Cinhard became teary-eyed. “Clara, can you hear me?” No response from Clara. Cinhard's worry deepens, and he turns to the The doctor and The nurse i
After delivering the grave news about Clara's condition, the doctor exits the room, leaving Cinhard alone with her. Cinhard remains seated beside Clara, his hand still clasping hers, his face a portrait of grief and anguish.He gazes at Clara's still form, his eyes filled with tears that glisten in the harsh hospital lighting. Cinhard's shoulders shake with the weight of his sorrow, and he appears utterly broken.Cinhard began whispering. “Please, Clara, come back to me. I can't bear to lose you.” The monitors continue to beep rhythmically, the only sound in the room, punctuating the oppressive silence.But then, something changes in Cinhard's demeanor. His shoulders stop shaking, and his tears seem to evaporate as if by magic. A sinister, sly
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