I am still editing, please. One more chapter to come.
Mathias I kept an eye on Laila, never looking away from her. After she showered, she returned to the room in her towel, waiting for the dress I had instructed the maids to bring. I could tell she was hiding something. She held the towel to her chest, afraid that I might see something. It was normal for women to be nervous around me, especially a suspect like her. I ignored her discomfort. When the maid brought the dress, I noticed Laila contemplating wearing it in my presence. I had seen a lot of girls naked, so there was really nothing to it. I stared at her, looking rather bored as she held the dress with bony fingers. Her hand was shaking. One thing was obvious: food was definitely limited where they were coming from. "Contemplating seducing me?" I asked, and her cheeks reddened with embarrassment. I guess she didn't have it in her after all. "I don't have all day. You need help wearing that, or are you just wasting my time for nothing?" I asked her, and she nodded. I
Mathias The hopelessness in her voice screamed she was telling the truth, but I didn't want her to fool me just in case she was lying. "If Beta Aeron was here, he would be able to tell the difference. You are wicked," she said to me, and it bothered me. It shouldn't, but it did. It was clear she was crazy about Aeron, and I didn't like that. "What is your fixation with Aeron, by the way? What is your history with him?" I asked, hoping she might volunteer the information. I could see contemplation in her eyes, "Ask him," She said, anger evident in her tone, and I smiled. " Don't test me, Laila. I am the one in charge here. If you don't answer, then you will watch me torture it out of Monsoor. I am sure his body can take some more," I said, and she widened her eyes with fear. I wasn't going to do it, but she didn't have to know that part. "We were once locked up together, but his grandfather was able to strike a good bargain and got him out while we remained," she said and so
AeronIt all unfolded swiftly. One moment, we were navigating the road toward Blizzard City, just minutes from the city's main gate. Suddenly, an intense force jolted us off the road, launching our vehicle into the air. The subsequent crash was abrupt and severe, leaving no room for panic, even though time seemed to warp in the midst of the chaos. The true sense of alarm only set in after the confusion subsided, and our car collided with the ground. There was no luxury of time for contemplation."Aeron, you need to get out! They are here," urgently declared my grandfather. However, the gravity of his words failed to register as my immediate concern centred on extracting Jasmine and Ivory from the wreckage. Their safety eclipsed any attempt to comprehend the situation.Forcibly kicking open the mangled door on my side of the car, I managed to crawl out. Determined to assist Ivory, I opted to rip open the back seat door first, successfully freeing her. The specifics of how I achieved th
Aeron In the relentless struggle alongside Rukky, exhaustion began to creep upon our wolves, casting a shadow over the hope of surviving the relentless assault. The grim reality of the situation loomed, but I refused to concede. Giving up was not an option – not now, not ever. Despite the fatigue settling in, Razor and I pressed forward, determined to endure until the very end. Just as despair threatened to engulf us, a sudden shift occurred. The attacking wolves froze in place, their movements halted as if grappling with an unseen force. Their eyes mirrored confusion and a hint of fear. A surge of wonder and curiosity replaced our weariness as we witnessed this unexpected turn of events. "What is going on?" I urgently questioned my aunt. "Magic, the Dark," she replied cryptically, leaving me puzzled. The unexplained phenomenon unfolded before us, shrouded in mystery. Observing my aunt's wolf, I noticed her sniffing the air before directing her attention towards the area where Jas
Aeron Upon our arrival, King Miles' Beta, Gavin, greeted us at the entrance. His initial confusion quickly transformed into realisation as he observed our condition. Without delay, the medical emergency team was summoned, swiftly aiding in the extraction of my grandfather and Isabelle from the car. Thankfully, by the time we reached the palace, Ivory was awake and in the process of healing. The relief in Jasmine's eyes was palpable as the medical team attended to our party. Not wanting her to worry about her grandmother, I assured her she would be fine. Rukky had instructed the medical team on how to treat Isabelle and told them she would join them after we had seen the King. Not long after our arrival, Queen Aliana and Lena joined us in the hallway on our way to the King's office. Lena, known for her unease with tension, prompted me to inform Queen Aliana about the recent events through our mind link so Queen Lena would not panic. Queen Aliana's calm demeanour, as expected, reveal
Aeron King Nikolas, still processing the information, seemed uneasy. He wasn’t comfortable with his daughter dragged into the mess, and I understood his reasons. I had the same misgivings, too, but I was there, and I know the impact Jasmine’s ability had on her struggle. I also knew, judging by the wreckage and the way the wolves kept trying to attack her, she was their target. If Aquillonia would stand a chance, she would have to be a part of it. “The training is so she can protect herself if she is attacked and help with her magic from afar. Know that I will never suggest anything that would put Jasmine in danger.” I assured him, pleading that he agrees. I saw his eyes soften, and he finally nodded in agreement. "I will think about it. We need every advantage we can get. Let's wait for Piotr, gather our advisors and strategise on how to confront this threat. And," he added with a pointed look at Jasmine, "we'll need to learn more about your abilities, Princess before you start a
Aliana Nikolas and I found ourselves on the brink of confronting a genuine fear of loss after a considerable respite. Every precaution had been taken to ensure the safety of our family. Our commitment to shielding and empowering our children, particularly Mathias, reassured us that they would thrive wherever life took them. Despite this confidence, the lurking threat of the Pictorians lingered in our minds, knowing that our loved ones would be defenceless if they ever materialised. Our fervent hope remained that such a dire circumstance would never unfold. Unfortunately, that hope and the hope of keeping our family intact were dashed away. Seeing my daughters shaken and wounded upon arrival to Snow awakened a new fear in me. Isabelle would have died, too. Nikolas would have lost his only living parents and two daughters tonight. We would have been the greatest losers tonight. Even though I was afraid, I thanked fate and the goddess for ensuring their victory, for blessing my daught
Jasmine After the meeting, I returned to the room assigned to me. I took off the bandaid around my neck and examined the wounds in the mirror. It was gone as if they weren't there. I should be glad, but there was a hollowness in me preventing the joy of the healing I had received. I felt like a walking shell; fear of sleep and the unknown engulfed me. I knew I should be grateful for my abilities, but it felt like a heavy burden. It gave my uncle hope but roused fear in my father. I could understand my father's fears. I was his little princess, after all. I also understood Aeron's reasons for requesting to train me. I knew it wasn't for the purpose of giving us a fighting chance. It was for the purpose of giving me a fighting chance. Somehow, it gnawed at my heart that those wolves were sent to take me out. Stasia had borrowed my powers, after all. Goddess, forbid me to be alive and use the same powers against the bitch. It was a personal vendetta, one that would have cost the liv
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