Aeron "How did Father, you and Rukky manage?" My father asked, and I sighed. "I was able to command them to slow them down enough to kill them. I was even able to turn one against his brothers. I would have done the same for the others, but it seemed they were being controlled and aided with strong magic. As soon as I succeeded in using my command on the first wolf, I couldn't succeed with the others. It was as if they were fortified to prevent it. Anyway. We didn't stand a chance against them. They were rabid and driven," I said and went to sit on the couch. "Jasmine was the one that saved our lives. Apparently, she too can wield magic, a strong magic that Stasia has borrowed," I said, and my mother gasped, wiping away her tears. "Do you mean Princess Jasmine is special?" She asked in complete shock. "She is a Dream walker. The dream walker that was spoken of in the prophecy," I said, and my mother placed her hand over her mouth due to the overwhelming situation. "It is happenin
Aeron The moment we exited my father's house, Mathias appeared uneasy. I couldn't help but wonder what was bothering him. "Why are we bringing her along?" Mathias whispered to me as we settled into the car, arranging for Laila to sit in the back. Observing her, I could tell Laila was still captivated by cars. In Pictoria, there were no vehicles despite having skilled engineers capable of crafting various things. My parents and relatives, especially Julia's mother Amira, who was a brilliant engineer in Forest, had excelled in creating weapons and other items. Although Amira hadn't passed on her genius to her daughter Julia, Julia was still pretty cool. People in Pictoria were too hungry and scared to be innovative. If anything was bought, it was geared towards food or protection. Transportation could be done effectively in wolf form, which was good enough for the situation they were all in. "I want to question her in private," I linked Mathias back when we settled into the car.
Aeron "Did Stasia place anything on you and Mansoor on your way here?" I asked her, and she shook her head. "She gave us talismans, but we lost it in the boat," She said, and I drank my beer while keeping my eyes on her. I could not sense deception, and neither could I sense dark magic. She was telling me the truth. Her truth. "How long did you stay in that cell?" I asked her, and her eyes welled up in tears. "Until we got our wolves," She said. I was in complete shock, and she chuckled painfully. "Mansoor and I were subjected to all kinds of torture and torment. Stasia even ran experiments on us. Mind control and shit," she said and reached for my hand, but I pulled away and stood up. She stood up and moved close to me to stand in my face. "You asked the question, Aeron, so I will tell you," she said, tears flowing. "We were there until we got our wolves and were upgraded after we got our wolves, but we were never free. We were slaves. And they didn't call us by name but by num
Aeron I tried to see what was happening with Laila but couldn't because Jasmine was acting crazy. Mathias carried Laila out of my house in a hurry, and it seemed as if something had happened to her. "You need to be calm," I said, holding Jasmine's hand to stop her. "Please, Solnishka," I said, and she pulled away and slapped me. "Don't call me that. Not after you had a woman in your house. Someone from your past, by the way," she said and started laughing. What was with women laughing and crying at the same time? "I guess you are bored now. All that shit about being my shadow, never relenting... were lies, right?" she said, and I shook my head. She was taking it too far. "She's from Pictoria, your kind. She won't lie helpless on the ground when you are under attack. She will be an equal, not a liability. Someone that understands your pain, where you are coming from, and so on," she said and could not believe this woman. "Well, guess what? I could be understanding, too, if only
Jasmine Following breakfast, Rukky led Ivory and me to the stream within the palace grounds, claiming that the soothing sound of water would help us maintain a sense of balance. Frankly, I only wanted to sleep; we had been awake for an extended period. Even though we rested in Riverdale, it failed to fully rejuvenate our strength. I couldn't quite grasp Rukky's urgency. Considering what we had just been through, it seemed reasonable to allow us complete recovery first. Witnessing the fierce battle, I knew we would have met our demise if it weren't for Aeron and my own abilities. The swift and vicious wolves we encountered raised significant concerns about their potential arrival on our continent, threatening to wipe us out. Rukky focused intently on me and challenged Ivory to delve into her mind. However, I sensed Rukky actively blocking Ivory, making it challenging for her. In an attempt to secure some much-needed rest, I resorted to feigning almost fainting. Admittedly, it wa
Mathias I went back to my room, nourished and in better spirits. It was clear that my improved mood stemmed from reconciling with my sister and being able to confide in someone about Laila. My frustration earlier in the day had been fueled by my father's unwillingness to ease up on Laila and Mansoor. I had an urge to explain what Laila meant to me, but gauging his expression, I sensed it wasn't the right time. He was visibly annoyed, and just as I was beginning to settle down, I unexpectedly crossed paths with my sister, who was searching for Aeron. Honestly, I knew he was in trouble the moment I saw her. Aeron had warned me that she would look for him. I had not anticipated she would be done with her training so soon, so I did the only thing I knew how to do: I blocked her ability to communicate, blocking mine in the process. It was the only way she wouldn't find out where Aeron was because if she linked Aeron, he would kick Laila out of his house, and I didn't want her falling
Mathias Blade was relieved, relieved that I finally decided to give in. She held on to me tightly, and I could taste her salty tears while I kissed her. Breaking the kiss, I looked at her. Her tears were flowing, and there was fear in her eyes. Getting up, I carried her to my bed and placed her on it gently. It was time to show her my scars. Taking off my shirt, I let her see them. Some I was covered with tattoos. Although I had gotten them during training because I started early before I got my wolf, they were still scars. "Your scars are a symbol of triumph. It means you conquered whatever caused it. You overcame. It should be a badge of honour, not shame. Show me. I want to see," I said, and she looked away from me. She reached for the buttons of the shirt she had on and began to undo them. Her hand trembled. "You do have to if you don't want to," I said, not wanting to traumatise her. I was ready to get up, but she stopped me. "I want to," she said in a small voice, and
Ivory Seated amidst the meadow grass, frustration consumed me. A full month had passed since the initiation of our training, yet success eluded me in the task assigned by Rukky. The weight of my repeated failures left me feeling feeble and ineffectual. Despite her initial reassurances about my comparative strength, I now embraced the belief that I was indeed a weaker version of her. I pondered the reasons behind my perceived weakness. While my unique ability to sense emotions and see thoughts lingered, it proved futile against adversaries wielding magic or utilising talismans, a fact highlighted in my encounters with Rukky. Breaking into her mind became a daunting endeavour, with her defences perpetually up, guarded by a complex and seemingly impregnable lock. Doubts plagued me, questioning the likelihood of success. Nevertheless, a relentless determination drove me to persist, recognising the imminent challenge awaiting me in dealing with someone as formidable as Stasia. A mo
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