Ever heard of the story of the Moon Goddess? Mom had told me the legendary love story between the Moon Goddess and the human she fell in love with. Legend has it that when she was just a few meters away from the sky, she would usually jump down from the moon onto the earth to mingle with humans. She equally loved nature and was always found at the hilltop, on the flower plains, admiring the beautiful green landscape. It happened that a man, a young farmer who always went that way to the next town saw her one day at the hilltop, and thinking that she was trying to jump off the hill and take her life, he rushed to her and carried her in his arms out of harm's way. The Moon Goddess was startled as to why she was suddenly ambushed and the man asked her if she wasn't just planning to take her life, to which she replied no, saying that she was just enjoying the natural scenery. The farmer apologized and went on his way, little did he know that his kindness had made away with her heart
Diego's POV I nearly died; or at least I was prepared to. We had started out on the mating process slowly, and it took time for Malia to get comfortable with the endearing eyes of both her pack members and my pride members. I had entered into her glory hole, as slowly as I possibly could, not wanting to cause her any pains. Her insides felt so tight, making it obvious that I was the first person to explore such a warm paradise, and I felt her vaginal membrane tearing off as I kept thrusting. All that mattered was how she felt, and I was absolutely ready to take it easy to the very end if that was going to make her comfortable, but she gave me her assurance as she nodded, silently telling me that she was okay, so I increased my pace, and in increasing my pace I lost control, allowing the savage beast in me to take control. I thrusted faster and stronger, feeling her insides burning hot as she squirmed with each thrust and release. Everything started moving fast enough f
" The aim of this gathering has been dealt with, any other questions regarding anything that concerns these two can be brought forward", the witch on the left side said. There was a brief moment of silence during which Malia and I picked up our clothes and wore them back on ourselves. There was nothing else to hide, not when they had watched us make love, but we still wanted to preserve the last shred of dignity we had. " I have a question", my Maester said, his voice loud and bold, almost echoing in the room. " Go on and state your case", the witch said to him. " I really want to know if we are obliga............", he was cut off by the sudden rush of the werewolf that was keeping us guarded towards Malia. He rushed at her as we both still sat on the bed, throwing me off the bed and pinning her to the bed. The vampire that was keeping guard with him immediately tackled him, throwing him off the bed with a kick to the side. I regained my composure and attacked him, punching hi
Malia's POV Pain. Just raw pain. That was what I felt as I departed from the building in the same manner that we had come. I was thankful at least that I didn't end up killing him, but leaving him had its fair share of pure pain, and it hung in my heart, suffocating me. " Get in", Hans commanded, pushing me towards the truck, and that got me angry, more angry than I thought I could ever be. Everyone including myself knew so well that I wasn't a match to Hans, that me getting into a fight with him would basically mean I was taking up a suicide mission, but with all that in mind I still attacked. If I end up dying - fine, if I survive the fight - still fine, if I somehow miraculously win - great. I jumped on him, shapeshifting mid air and catching him unawares, but he was fast to notice and in a flash, dodged the claws that were heading straight to his face. I landed and turned immediately to get back to him, pushing everyone out of my way, but someone held me from behind
The bare floor was freezing cold and the loose cloth on my body made little effort to keep me warm. I cuddled myself up like an embryo in the womb, still thinking about what had happened. I analyzed my life, starting from the first disaster that came upon me which was the killing of my parents, then the forbidden love issue, and I couldn't help but wonder if I had done something terribly wrong in my past life and was paying the consequences in the present one. I couldn't sleep, so I stood to my feet and paced around a little, vigorously scrubbing my skin with my hands to keep myself warm. I wondered how alpha Jace was and if Hansel was recovering. What I still couldn't understand was how a bite from me was making him that way, it all seemed out of place, together with the fact that I was growing allergic to the ashwood trees - it was all so confusing. The door barged open and an angry Hans walked in like a hungry giant, coming at me and making me retreat in fear. " What d
Patricia's POV The Maester was great. That is all I can say. He was a beast, and he handled me so roughly that I cried with joy. " What have you made me do?" he asked after he had cummed inside me, falling on top of me as he did. His weight over me felt suffocating but at the same time pleasant, and even though I felt the urge to push away from my body, I didn't. " You liked it, that is all that matters", I said, lingering near his ear to make it as seductive as possible. He got up a little and stared right into my face, an unreadable expression was in his face, and it took me time to observe that he was probably feeling guilty. " What is it? Feeling guilty of doing what you liked?" I asked him, feigning annoyance. " That's not it, I just.......I just feel like I'm betraying my late wife", he said. " Dude! You're feeling guilty for fucking me", I thought to myself. " You are not betraying anyone, and your wife in question is not here, she is no more so you have to
The power of a woman. Dad made sure to impact that sensitivity in me. A woman has the power to change the world and they can only make this possible because they have such manipulative power over men. Even the Christians believe this. Their faith dictates to them that the only reason why sin came into the world was because their God created a woman, Eve, to be a companion for the man, but she only brought destruction and death. More so the scurvy scalawags that call themselves Catholics reverence a woman named Mary so much, sometimes it even seems as if they worship her more than her son who is supposedly a god. There lies many tales of women and how they indirectly control the world just by controlling men, and their manipulative power is mostly manifested in lustful men who would do just about everything to get into a woman's private sanctuary. I've always used that to my advantage and I was giving my all to get the Maester to agree to my demand. " You can't be serious!" h
Diego's POV I kept thinking about Malia. I was totally restless knowing fully well that she was with that werewolf that had tried to kill me and my father, but the only thing that kind of gave me an assurance was the fact that the Assembly forbade any harm from befalling any of us and that gave me a little amount of solace. But still, I couldn't help but worry about her because that guy seemed like someone who would do things without even caring about the consequences. I was locked up in a room in the Maester's quarters, all alone, with a bed in the middle of the room, and a table and chair on the side. I could feel the presence of two people outside, probably keeping me guard in case I tried to escape. I ran my finger through my neck, trying to spot the area where Malia had bitten me earlier, and I found it. The bite was all healed but I could feel the new scalp on my skin. They were four in total, and even felt a bit too large in diameter. I was grateful that the mating pr
I must've had an ear problem. Yeah, that must have been the case. Or rather he didn't literally mean what he was saying, like he was using an idiom. That must be it. Those damn idiomatic expressions can be as misleading as hell, imagine someone walking up to you and telling you that they saw a white elephant, only for you to later figure out that there wasn't an actual white elephant, just that the person had witnessed something unimaginable. Yeah, it was always unnerving, just like when you find out for the first time that Santa Claus doesn't actually exist, it's just mom that has been placing those gifts under the tree all those years. I even knew a girl that cried for several days when she found out that the tooth fairy doesn't really exist, the poor fellow would've probably been a grandmother by then, or would have even met her demise. " Excuse me sir, you mean that she had a vampire turn you into one, right?" I asked, just to be clear. " No. She turned me into one by hers
" What? You do what?" I asked him, my eyes widened in surprise. " I said I know who you are. Now come on in or if what you want to say is very brief, you can say it here right now", he said, keeping me on my toes with his husky voice. " Okay", I said. He proceeded to go into the house while I followed after him. His footsteps were tired, as if he was finding it hard to carry his own weight. He led me into the sitting room; a fairly spacious one with cloth covered sofas, all giving off the aura of a warm home. " Have a sit", he said, pointing at the sofa right opposite the television. The sofas were four in total; a three in one, a two in one, and two singles, all set to fill up the space allocated to the sitting room. He sat on the one next to the television, with a sofa dividing us both, giving a considerable amount of distance. " So, what do I owe this August visit?" he asked, relaxing carefully on the sofa, preparing himself to listen to any rubbish that I had to spill
Ariel's POV I immediately got zapped up into the familiar tunnel unconsciously, but instead of traveling down the tunnel, I started swirling around like that was inside a tornado. Drops of water appeared out of thin air, forming little screens that were showing different things, but all were of Calipsu, as if I was watching short videos of her with different screens, all passing by and rummaging with the storm inside the tunnel, giving little time for me to make out sense of what any of them were showing. The wind was picking up, blowing my hair into my face and my clothes almost away from my body. I tried to focus on the screens, but they were too much for me to focus on anyone. One screen was depicting Calipsu at another date with Diego's father, another was the familiar picnic scene, another was of both of them in bed, making love, another showed where she was casting a spell on a sleeping Diego's father, lying in the center of a witch's circle, but the one that grabbed my
Death. It has always been a mystery, a journey whose end no one knows. No one has ever trailed down that road and returned, and so there was no answer to any questions one might have regarding the phenomenon. But one thing was certain; that everyone, every living creature must die. For humans, their time was shorter. They mostly died at seventy, eighty, ninety, hundred, or sometimes a hundred and a few more years, but it never exceeded a hundred and fifty. For werewolves it was a bit longer - three hundred, three hundred and fifty, four hundred, and so on, but they normally did not exceed five hundred. Witches normally exceed five hundred, even reaching up to seven hundred if they do take proper care of themselves, while vampires were topping the list, being able to live for a thousand years, but normally not exceeding a thousand and two hundred. It was also believed that one goes on to another part of the world after death. The Abrahamic religions - the Christians, Muslims, and
Patricia's POV I drove off immediately as soon as we locked up Diego in the room. I couldn't tell why dad would choose to have him locked up in that house, of all the places that he could possibly be locked up in. The house held memories that I wasn't so fond of, memories that I had buried deep inside me, sent straight to the back of my mind, and seeing the house again almost got me overwhelmed with the emotions that I had tried so hard to bury over all these years. But yet again that was predictable of my father. It was literally in his nature to torture me, to bruise me, both physically and mentally, all for the goal of making me stronger and wiser, and it was working. The fact that I walked into that house and came out without having cried myself to stupor was evidence of my father's toughening syndrome being active in me. I drove off immediately before the wall I had put up would crash to pieces, dropping the two guards at the Maester's quarters and leaving immediately t
" No, please, stop", Diego said, likely talking to himself as he struggled to let go of my neck. Trembling, he got his hands off, tears running down his cheeks as he tried to control himself. His head moved with the intention of burying his teeth into my neck, but instead he bit into his arm, shouting in-between as he kept biting his arm. I was too astounded to even move and I just laid there, watching him try to tame the monster in him. " Tie me up now!" he said as he continued biting, somewhat making it hard to discern what he was saying but thankfully, I was quick-witted and realized what his grumbling meant. I pushed him off my body, slamming him into the wall as the urge in him tried to have him attack me, but instead he bit deeper into his arm as the dripping blood increased. I quickly got the bed sheet and immediately tackled him to the floor, tying the sheet behind his back and letting him gawk for some time. I got off him and moved to the other side of the room, trying
Malia's POV I kept worrying. About Diego, about Hansel, about alpha Jace. These three men whose lives have become much harder just because of me, and I couldn't help crying myself to sleep sometimes. I felt that Hansel was getting better, even though I wasn't pretty sure if he had woken up, but alpha Jace was definitely getting worse. Hans' constant visit to the dungeon and his beatings and threats confirmed all that; he was dying. The physicians at the clinic couldn't figure out what was happening to him and couldn't find a remedy, something to treat him with. I wondered what could have gone wrong with me. He wasn't supposed to suffer from my bite, certainly not, not even when the bite was deep enough let alone when the bite wasn't so deep. There had to be an answer somewhere, a solution, an explanation as to why that was happening. The door slammed open and one of the guards walked in, with another following right behind him. Without saying a word, they both held me, ty
Was it Diego? Hell no, it was his father, but he damn looked exactly like his son. If Diego had been the one staring at him, it would feel like looking at a mirror; just that the mirror would have a moustache and curly hair that was even better than his bland face and plain boy haircut. It absolutely felt like deja Vu. " Um, yeah, yeah, I'm faaaaaaaine", she was about to let go of hid grip, forgetting that her legs were still stunted and her back was still angled perpendicularly. Yeah, I was inside her, muted, shut out, somewhere inside, but still very much able to know what was going on even though I had no control whatsoever of her actions or whatever was going on - just like old times, back at the picnic memory. She was about to fall even harder as she threw her handbag upwards in a reflex action, her right leg moving up to form an angle of 95% while her left one stayed put to the ground, and for whatever reason it may be, her mouth was terribly wide open. He surg
Ariel's POV Calipsu. She was a legend in the witches' world. The most powerful of all witches, the most skilled and advanced in tropical magic and spells, that was who she was. All the witches revered her, afraid to incur her wrath upon them; that was just how strong she was. She was the leader of the witches' council before Madison, and during her time as my mother usually told me, witches were feared as demigods. She was the thirteenth member of the witches' council, and their sovereign power and glory was sometimes attributed to the number 13; a number that cleans and purifies. The number 13 brings the test, the suffering and the death. It symbolizes death to the matter or to oneself and the birth to the spirit: the passage on a higher level of existence. For the superstitious, especially with Christian folks, this number brings the bad luck or the misfortune. But for the cabalist, the number 13 is the meaning of the Snake, the dragon, Satan and the murderer. But it is a