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Mathias "Hold him to the ground and keep him there!" I barked, my voice carrying the weight of urgency as I directed Alpha Adams' men to secure the suspect we'd just apprehended. The air was thick with tension, and the gravity of the situation hung in the balance. We were dealing with a thief, someone involved in the illicit act of stealing weapons from our stronghold in Woodland. Our kingdom had become a fortress, a necessity born from the threat that loomed ever since Gaddafi and his family arrived. My father, alongside the other two Kings, deemed it their mission to ready ourselves for the impending battle. The catalyst for this fervent preparation stemmed from the horrifying events that unfolded on my Uncle's land, the King of Snow. I had learned about the near-destruction of the small army my Uncle led to confront the mysterious visitors who had washed ashore. Just two individuals had caused such chaos, leaving an indelible mark on Snow's defences. It was this unsettling
Mathias "Have you seen the visitors?" my father inquired, and I shook my head, indifferent to meeting Jutros from Pictoria, acquaintances of Aeron's in the past. Beta Qusack, sharing my sentiments, assured me they were harmless. That was good enough for me. I knew Aeron had something to discuss with me, and I hoped he would open up when we returned home. "Come on, let's see them and then head back home," my father suggested, and I found no grounds to argue with him. Once we settled into the car, my father noticed my subdued demeanour. "You've been acting strangely since we left Peakland. Is anything troubling you, son?" he inquired, his concern evident. Not knowing how to articulate my feelings, I decided to be honest since he had asked. "I know Mom is worried about Jasmine's social life. Any parent would be. Ivory is the only friend she's had in a while, and I believe it serves a purpose," I admitted, letting out a sigh. "Most people aren't kind to her, and I can tell you it'
Ivory Leaving Riverhead wasn't easy. No matter how I tried to mask my emotions, it bled through. Ironically, I can feel what everyone is feeling, see their thoughts, and crawl into their minds, but people cannot understand my feelings. It's a lonely existence, being able to connect with others on such an intimate level, yet remaining an enigma to them. I did not want to come to Snow. I wouldn't say I liked the weather, and the thought of being away from my sister weighed heavily on my mind. Jasmine and I shared a unique bond, one that transcended the ordinary. It was unsettling to think of being separated from her, but life had different plans for us. I was only relaxed when I noticed she and Aeron had started getting along. At least she wouldn't be alone, and maybe she could share her nightmarish dreams with him. Jasmine had been suffering in silence for a while, so I tried to always be there for her. Now that I can't be there anymore, I was grateful that Aeron would be. He was al
Ivory As we continued walking through the snowy landscape, Rukky began to unravel the mysteries of Ghost-eyes. She spoke of a lineage with a unique connection to the spiritual realm, granting us the ability to perceive and manipulate the thoughts and emotions of others. It was a power given to the chosen, and I was part of that legacy. "You see when a child is born with ghost eyes, it means the soul has travelled between the land of the living and that of the dead and now has a permanent connection to both worlds. While one exists outside of time, the other is confined within it, and people like us can transcend time," She said, and I was in complete silence. "Queen Aliana was an anomaly. There's a significant reason for this: her soul wasn't claimed as your ticket to cross over. Every Ghost-eye child loses their mother at birth. The gatekeeper demands the necessary trade to keep the gate open for us. Somehow, the gatekeeper didn't require anything from you, but you don't possess th
Jasmine Aeron and I spent the entire day together on the bed in his room, cuddled in each other's arms, reminiscing about the beautiful tapestry of our shared past. I had never been so happy in my life. The warmth of his embrace and the laughter in the room created a cocoon of joy I never wanted to escape. As we lay there, the floodgates of memories opened wide. We delved into the past, exploring the corridors of our childhood. The room became a time machine, transporting us to the days when life was simpler and our worries were as light as the clouds drifting by the window. We laughed heartily as we talked about the times when we were little and the silly escapades that defined our innocence. The mention of our childhood escapades brought back sweet memories, like the aroma of freshly baked cakes by Aunt Ania wafting through the air. One vivid memory surfaced was of Aeron and Mathias playing in the field with other children. I could picture Julia, a spirited tomboy, fearless
Jasmine I felt a bit awkward where I sat. My mother was smiling. It was evident that she was in high spirits. I looked at Mathias, and his eyes gave nothing away. In fact, he seemed a bit annoyed, and I wondered what his deal was. "How was your day?" My mother asked, and I didn't know what to tell her. At that moment, I had forgotten that I said I was going to the hospital to help. She would only be asking because she might know I wasn't in the hospital. "Where is the food?" I asked, trying to change the topic, and looked at my mother. "My day was fine. Nothing out of the ordinary," I said, wanting her to drop it. To my aid, the servers started bringing the food. We were served appetisers, and my father used that moment to speak to Aeron. "Aeron, your friends will be staying with your father. I would have preferred they stayed with you, but I know you have your hands full," He said, and I could swear Mathias almost laughed. Did they know something? "Anyway, regardless, I w
Aeron I awoke at 4 a.m., finding Jasmine nestled peacefully in my arms. Perhaps I had been a bit too intense, as she had fallen asleep promptly after our time together. I just couldn’t stay away, nor could I help myself. She had that much of a hold on me and I wasn’t going to deny it. Despite my occasional overzealous nature, I made a conscious effort to treat her with tenderness. Jasmine wasn't just another girl from my past; she was different, special, and exclusively mine. I refrained from treating her as I had others in the past out of respect for her uniqueness. My unrestrained tendencies persisted, and to my surprise, she seemed to handle them well, perhaps even enjoying them. Recalling the dinner with her parents, I struggled to maintain composure. It struck me that both her father and mother referred to her as Princess, a term I also used, though it felt peculiar. I knew I needed to come up with a more fitting pet name that encapsulated my feelings for her. It didn't take lo
Jasmine I couldn't believe Aeron had given me a pet name. I could understand his need to do so since my parents call me Princess, too, but it seemed he had put a lot of thought into it. Calling me his little sun made me feel like the only light in his darkness, as he repeatedly told me in his own twisted, dark way. I knew Aeron was a complicated guy, and maybe we would move at a gradual pace; as long as he had eyes for only me, I was okay with it. His hands were on my bare tight, and I would lie if I said the prospect of his hand moving up and invading between my legs did not flood my mind. It did. It was all I could think of. I imagined his finger inside me and maybe him parking the car somewhere and satiating my need, but I was too shy to ask for it. There was something about my feelings for Aeron that made the request close to impossible. I would rather give off the signals and hope he picks them up and obliges. I just couldn't ask. I looked at him as he focused on the road a
Five Years Later Aeron I sat in the midst of a garden of wildflowers in New Pictoria, a place that had once been a barren desert but now thrived and bloomed, thanks to the magical fire I possessed. The prophecy had unfolded, and my life had come full circle, bringing me to a point of perfect contentment. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the sky, my eyes traced the playful scene before me. My twins, Ellie and Adam, chased each other around with unbridled joy, their laughter echoing through the air. A fluffy little puppy named Maxwell, named in jest to tease my Beta Mansoor, joined the playful chaos. Jasmine, wearing a serene blue cotton gown, approached me and took a seat beside me on the grass. I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the moment, a dream that I had once envisioned—albeit one that Stasia had invaded and tried to disrupt. Yet, here I was, surrounded by the laughter of my children and the warmth of Jasmine by my side. "
Jasmine The wedding day had finally come. Ironically speaking, my parents made sure it took place on the date we had originally selected. Even though I was pregnant, I wasn't showing yet, but I was excited. Since Aeron told me about the kings’ offers, I have been glad. It meant I wouldn't be too far from home. I was glad and nervous at the same time. My mother, sister, Zarah, Julia, and Margrette were with me while I prepared. Yes, you heard me right; Zarah, Margrette and I reconciled and decided to let bygones be bygones. It is great to have them as friends. Zarah wasn't as bossy or snobbish as she once was. In fact, she was the most fun person to have around. She was helping me with my make-up, something I suck at doing, and she was doing a good job. She told me she had always wanted a sister. I guess she got one now, and she would be an aunt soon. Aunty Rukky walked into the room with all smiles. Her twins were with her, and even though she looked a bit frail, I was glad she was
Nikolas I could not believe it was finally over. One month had passed, and we were still trying to fix the cities that were destroyed. Piotr and Miles remained in forest with their family while Jutros and Isbecs went to work on the cities under the supervision of our engineers. They were faster workers, so the building and cleaning were moving fast. We had a crazy encounter, one we would never forget, and we were glad we had come out unscathed. It took three weeks, but Rukky and Gabriel finally came through. It seemed my father-in-law planned to die on his own terms. There was none as relieved as Olsen himself. Apparently, the bleak future Rukky had seen was her coma. When I think of it, I want to laugh. King Mustapha had come with his citizens and left them in the vessels in Iceberg and Hill village; among the people were Mansoor's mother and sister. Of course, Stasia would bring them since she knew Laila and Mansoor were here already. Mansoor had taken his sister from their mother
Aeron Leaving the women behind, I carried Jasmine in my arms. I wasn't ready to deal with anything until I eased the tension within, assured myself and my wolf that she was okay, and she was finally here with me. The war is over, and there is no looming threat anymore. That she is my Queen, and I am hers for the rest of my life. I took her to my tent. A tent I hadn't slept in since it was erected, and placed her on the mattress. She turned to look at me, but I had run out of patience. Tearing through her clothes, I leaned over her, kissing and placed my finger in her cunt. I finger fucked her brutally, doing to her what my cock was about to do inside her while I kissed her. I wanted to swallow her and maybe take her breath. “Don‘t ever pull that kind of stunt again, Solnishka. Going off on an adventure without telling me," I said, releasing my cock by taking off my shorts. I spread her legs apart. Her heart was beating fast. I should be gentle, but I couldn’t. All my emotions were
Aeron Stasia turned around to look at me and smiled as if she had been waiting for me. She did not look as old as she did last night. Maybe it was the trick of the darkness. She looked young. Did this woman ever age? "On time," She said and smiled at then eyed Mathias. "Interesting, there are indeed handsome men on this continent," looking at Mathias flirtatiously. "I don't do old women," Mathias said, and she giggled. "Trust me, you wouldn’t want to let go once you get a taste, but too bad I am not here for you; I am here for my king," she said and looked at me. "See, we can be together now that both obstacles are out of the way. Dark dream walker and the mad king. We can be together and use your fire to rebuild our continent," she said, walking seductively towards me. I would lie that she did not look good, but all I could see in my mind’s eyes was a grandma in sheer clothing. Not a sight to see. "Release my mate, and I will let you live. As you know now, your army belongs to
Aeron Following Ivory's completion of the markings for all of us, I approached the Jutro to share my plan. They had received thorough medical care and nourishing food, and the majority of them were now fully healed. As they noticed my presence, they greeted me with enthusiasm, but my sombre expression quickly dampened their smiles. "Stasia has ensnared my mate in a dream state, and I am compelled to venture forth to rescue her. In doing so, we will inevitably clash with the Isbecs, and I understand that some of us may not return from this battle. I realise it's a lot to ask. You may not know me or my intentions, but I assure you, my motives are not malicious. The Isbecs have ravaged our homes, murdered our kings, slaughtered and enslaved our people, abducted our children, and obliterated countless futures, all in pursuit of what was never rightfully theirs. It's time to rid our world of the menace that is Stasia and her fire-wielding, mad King, Mustapha. It's time to reclaim our fre
Aeron We were sitting by the fire in the morning, drinking tea, when Ivory approached us in tears. I knew then that something had happened. Mansoor tried to calm her down to make her speak, and she tried to compose herself. She was shaken with horror, and since I hadn't seen Jasmine with her, panic grew in me. "Where is my mate?" I asked, unable to control myself. Queen Aliana stood up, and King Nikolas did the same; they were tired, having stayed awake after the fight. "She won't wake up. She is trapped, and I can't get in. Stasia created a barrier," Ivory said, and we all abandoned what we were doing and headed toward the tent where Jasmine was. My heart was thumping in my chest all the while. I had suspected Jasmine was up to something when I returned and was told she was training with Ivory. It seemed plausible, but it felt odd; I should have checked on them, and I wanted to, but Queen Aliana stopped me. I should have insisted or snuck into the tent. I cursed within me. This w
JasmineI sat on the bare ground because I knew I needed to connect with the earth to pull on the Power of the Dark in Aquillonia. Every time I have been able to pull on the Power of the Dark effectively, I have been in direct contact with the earth, either grass or sand. Pushing the mattress to the side, I lay down on the sand and wielded myself to sleep. Everything was dark, and soon I was back in the tent, but I knew I was in a dream state. This was my dream. I could not visit the dreams of Stasia’s army individually. I need to drag their soul into my dream to eliminate them, and I need to do so before I go for the King. Gathering my strength, I began to move. I could feel Ivory's presence, but I couldn’t see her; it was as if she was in me, and we were one and the same. She was experiencing my dream, but I was the one in control. How was she doing it? I couldn’t tell, but I forged ahead.I was barefoot. I could feel the sand against the soles of my feet and the breeze against my
Jasmine My body recovered faster than I anticipated. It seemed I had powers beyond my comprehension, but there was an empty void in me. The sense of dread, loss and anguish lingered in my head. I couldn't quite shake off what happened at the gate. Rukky being stabbed by the witch. I couldn't stop blaming myself. If only I have moved fast. Gathered the momentum faster. Not allowing the poison to get the best of me, move as I should, act as I should, then she would be alive and well. I wasn't a fool. She had told me once that her future was bleak, and now I understood why. It was Stasia and me that undid her. A powerful woman who believed in fate and strived to bring out the goodness in the world had lost her life trying to save me. I could not forgive myself. So when I sat up on the mattress in the tent, I buried my face in my palm and wept. My hands were shaking. Rage and despair, a mixture unknown to me, became the only emotions I could feel simultaneously. "Jasmine," I heard the