Chapter 1 - Wishes
“Better luck next time.” I grin down at Cedric as I offer him my hand. He ignored my out-reached hand, getting up on his own, dusting himself off. Without another word or look in my direction, he joined the other trainees. My father, and grandfather, are the current leaders of the Royal Guards. The Royal Guards are a level of warriors tasked with protecting all entrances from each realm. They have a direct link to the moon goddess, Selene. From all the stories that are written in texts and told by my parents. My grandfather is one of the original Royal Guards. My father's pack only became a part of them, the guards twenty-three years ago, after defeating a great evil and claiming their rights to the throne.
My parents had been through hell and back, almost losing one another along the way. There are some stories they keep to themselves, but I’ve heard different versions from my uncle Drake and Aunt Rachel. They talk about how ruthless my father was, still is at times. How brave and powerful my mother is. Drake and Rachel have helped raise my siblings and me. Their daughter, Audra, is practically another sister to me and one of my closest friends. She is a year younger than me, but she has the maturity of a fifty-year-old, wise beyond her years and over-cautious.
When my parents became rulers of all realms, they gave up a lot in their lives. They were busy but always made time for us. It became harder to find time as we got older. They began giving me more classes and more training, preparing me for the future I am destined to have. They always tell me I can accept or decline it, but then give me another lesson and add training.
The only place I find any form of peace is when I’m out in the field training with the warriors or Royal Guards. The warriors of the Fae realm are more accepting of me; most Fae respect the hierarchy. The Royal Guards are a little less accepting; they don’t fully believe I have earned my way into their training sessions. They would never tell my parents or grandfather what they thought about me and treat me differently. A few hate the fact that not only am I good at fighting, but I also make them look like they are out of practice. That’s why I have been sent to train with the newbies, fewer egos to bruise.
“Next time, you need to put all of your body weight into the swing. You keep twisting and throwing your weight into your back leg. During a fight against the enemy, they would have seen that and knocked out your leg and killed you.” My grandfather explained. He lifted his shoulders and straightened out his back, moving in one fluid motion, slamming the sword through the air. When it hit the hay in front of us, it exploded, hay flying everywhere. I let out a laugh; the fact that he was over two hundred years old and held that much strength was truly amazing. He had Fae in him like me, so he would live a longer life than most wolves, than most of the Royal Guards. If my grandmother were still alive, he would live as long as she would, linked to her life. Since I was born Fae, I could live the life span of an immortal, not unable to die but able to live a long life.
“I was a little out of my element today. Mom and dad informed me of the guard ceremony happening next week. I’m excited to see who is going to be chosen as the new leader.” I gave him a weary smile, knowing fully well that it wasn’t a good excuse. He shook his head; disappointment etched on his features.
“We have talked about this, Imelda. You can’t let thoughts take you out of your mindset. You must remain focused. The ceremony is an exciting time, but something could happen at any time, and you have to be able to snap out of that moment. Be able to focus on winning in a fight, tuning out everything else around you.” He grabbed my shoulder and squeezed it tightly.
“I understand. It won’t happen again.” I let out a sigh of annoyance as he let go and walked towards Cedric. I could feel the others watching me; some held scowls while others held a look of amusement.
“Is he always that tough on you, or is it just because we’re around.” A deep voice asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. I turned my gaze to his. A man stood in front of me, his eyes a deep purple, his hair the colour of the moon, cut short. His ears reaching a perfect point, and his skin the colour of caramel. He wore fighting leather, his tunic sleeveless and form-fitting. He had knives sheathed to his left thigh and right arm. Everything stretched out, hugging his body perfectly, showing off every muscle. Even though I was partial Fae, I could never compare to their beauty. It was completely and utterly enchanting.
“No, he is just that intense. I don’t blame him, though, and he is training everyone to fight on the battlefield, protecting our kingdom. Every death would be a death he tried to prevent through training and tournaments. Only the best make it into the royal guard.” I explained, turning to look over at a sour Cedric. His eyes met mine, giving me another death glare as my grandfather walked away.
“It’s definitely an honour to be trained by him. I’ve heard stories about how he used to train right before they were locked in the human realm. He was ruthless and unforgiving, a true warrior.” I turned and studied his face, and his eyes were focused on my grandfather. Watching as he showed another trainee how to hold his stance while swinging his sword. Then, his eyes returned to mine, his lips stretching into a breathtaking smile.
“I’m Apollo, by the way; this is my first year trying out. I believe I’ve seen you a few times in the warrior training but never had a chance actually to introduce myself.” He reached out his hand, I reached forward and shook it.
“Imelda, I don’t remember ever seeing you. I wouldn’t take it personally, though. When I’m on the field, I’m more focused on my training than socializing.” I laughed awkwardly. His hand was warm against mine. He held my hand a little longer before I pulled it away.
“Ahh, so you don’t purposely ignore people. So here I thought you thought you were better than us regular Fae.” He gave me a wink. I furrowed my brows in confusion. Maybe that’s why others didn’t like me; they thought I was ignorant, considering myself better.
“I’m joking. Maybe not the best choice of words.” Apollo laughed, giving me a reassuring smile.
“Oh, I know, was just lost in thought.” I lied. Letting out a forced laugh.
“Well, I better get back to training before I get in trouble for standing around talking,” I said, running off to the next round of sparing before he could answer. It was almost a shock when someone in guard training talked to me. Most ignored my very existence until we had to go head to head. I lined up behind two other trainees, I had spared them a few times, but they weren’t the greatest. Jasper was always sloppy with his stances, and his hand-to-hand combat lacked confidence. Maylea, one of the few female trainees, was quick on her feet but always left herself open, favouring her right side.
“Imelda, you’re going against Jasper. Line up and practice defensive techniques. After you are done, you are both. You are allowed to head home for the night.” My Grandfather ordered. I could hear the irritated sigh Jasper let out.
“Let’s make this quick. I have other places to be.” Jaspers's voice was sharp as he spoke to me. I rolled my eyes at him. I stripped off my metal guards and stood in my fighting leather. My knives were sheathed to my left leg and one on my upper left arm. Jasper was doing the same, his tunic was loose, and he wore similar fighting pants. He only had one knife sheathed on each leg. His brown curls a mess on his head, sweat causing some to stick to his face. He was a pure werewolf, which gave him an even bigger ego than most. Because of his status, he liked to rub it in that he was directly connected to the Lycan bloodline. He seemed to forget that I was connected to both mothers instead of one and that no one truly cared.
“For someone who wants to be a Royal Guard, you’re in an awful hurry to leave. You’re lucky Silas didn’t hear you, or you’d be kicked out of training for a week.” I retorted back, giving him just as much attitude.
“Whatever, Imelda, everyone knows you're only training with us because they feel sorry for you. Destined to be married for power. Your parents want you to believe you have a bigger purpose than being someone’s little trophy.” He mused, giving me a sly smile. I knew his tactics, try to get into my head and psych me out. Before he could say another word, I stepped forward. Putting all my force behind my leg as I swung it up toward his face. His eyes widened as he ducked, narrowly missing it. He reached up and grabbed my leg, twisting it. I spun with the movement and tucked into myself as I made contact with the earth under me.
I let out a grunt as I fell, rolling to my side as Jasper aimed for my face. Pushing myself off the ground, I returned to my stance, and we circled each other again. I reached forward, distracting him with my left hand as I swung out my right. Clipping his jaw, he let out a curse before charging at me. I blocked each hit as he grabbed my arm. Finally, I spun and locked his arm around his neck. He dropped to the ground, trying to catch me off balance. As we fell onto the ground, I swung my legs around him, holding him in place, tightening my grip on his arm. He let out a sharp gasp and tapped my arm. I held on a minute longer before letting go. He shot up, gasping for air and coughing, while he rubbed his throat.
“You’re a psychotic bitch.” He spat as he glared at me. His friends came rushing to his side, helping him up. A few people watching looked at us in shock, others smirking. His friends glared at me, too, shaking their heads.
“Next time, I’ll make sure you pass out. Flapping your big mouth won’t fix how small your dick is.” I snapped, returning his glare. Someone cleared their throat behind me. I slowly turned around to see my grandfather standing behind me. Arms crossed, his brow arched and jaw tight, irritation and anger written all over his face.
“You should have heard the shit he said to me. I think I was quite nice.” I defended myself. He turned his gaze to Jasper, and I did the same.
“I will deal with you after Jasper. Imelda to my office now.” He ordered, his tone cold. It wasn’t the first time I had pissed him off. It happened once or twice on a good day, more on a bad day on those days I got kicked out of training. Today was a good day; my mouth and attitude were on the lighter side. I turned and followed him. As I looked around, I saw a huge grin stretched across Apollo’s face. He shook his head as he watched me walk away. I gave him a half-smile in return and then rushed off towards my grandfather’s office.
We walked across the field towards a small cabin. It was a cute little log home. It had vines growing up on the sides, smoke coming from the chimney. A small covered porch sat out front: a rocking chair and a porch swing hanging at the far end. As we walked in, the smell of lilacs and lavender filled my nose.
Mom told me once that it was how my grandmother smelt. She never met her, but when she visited their home, the whole place smelt like her. It was oddly comforting, I wanted to visit it one day, but my parents were very strict about me leaving the Fae realm. They always worried about me being attacked or kidnapped. Things happened to my mom when she was younger; before she knew she was pregnant with me. I know that's where her overprotective nature comes from, but sometimes it was completely suffocating. My mother was a little less guarded with Damon travelling. He is a year younger than me, and even Nesrin and Balor got to go to the different realms a couple of times. I was in lessons or training when they went, but sometimes it hurt knowing they got more freedom than I did.
We walked into the office, my grandfather sat behind his desk, and I sat in the leather chair in front of it. I let out a sigh as I dropped my body down into the seat—his sigh matching mine as he rubbed his hands down his face.
“What was it this time, Mel.” He asked.
“Jasper was just a dick.” I pursed my lips as he cleared his throat again.
“Sorry. Jasper was ignorant. He said, you only let me train because you feel sorry for me. Because soon I will be married off like some trophy, and this is your way of making me feel important.” My voice annoyed as I spoke.
“Ahh, so you let him get in your head.” He said, sitting back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. I avoided eye contact as I looked around the room. Instead, my eyes focused on the picture of him and my grandmother. She looked up at my grandfather with such love. They had the hugest smiles on their faces. My mother looked identical to her. I often wondered if it hurt him, having a constant reminder of what he lost in front of him. I know it was different, my mother wasn’t her, but he often told her how alike they actually were.
“No, I didn’t let him get into my head. He pissed me off. He isn’t even that good of a fighter. He should just be back with the warriors, not training with the guards.” I let the annoyance lace every word.
“Of course, he isn’t good. He’s only been training for a year. You have been training for eighteen years. You have the upper hand, and you should have the ability to ignore his childish comments. Your attitude and behaviour, over the past couple of days, has been extremely disappointing, Mel.” His eyes narrowed as he looked at him. When he looked at me like that, with such frustration and disappointment, my stomach turned. I found myself feeling like a child all over again.
“As I said, I’ve been distracted. It won’t happen again. I have a lot on my plate right now. On top of training, I had three new lessons added to my spell class. I’ve been working on reinforcing my mental barriers. I’m honestly exhausted. This has been my whole life; I feel like everyone else expects so much out of me. I am always expected to smile, always be proper. Don’t forget I can’t have one hair out of place and must perform everything in a precise manner. It’s like everyone forgets that I was never allowed to be a kid. Everyone is so busy preparing me for my future; no one has allowed me to live in the present.” I snapped. I stood up, pacing around the room. This is what usually happened, everything would build up, and I would keep pushing it down until someone said the wrong thing. Until someone pushed the wrong buttons and made every feeling, every emotion, explode. Silas let out a sigh and stood up, walking around his desk, pulling me into a hug.
“Sometimes it’s hard to remember that you are more than the roles you are expected to play. I know it’s tough doing the things you are expected, but soon enough, you will understand why we have all been so hard on you, Mel. Sometimes we are overbearing and seem like we don’t care, but we do. All of us do. You’re excused from practice tomorrow. Just enjoy the afternoon, go swimming with some of your friends or roam the capital.” He said, kissing the top of my head. I gave him a tight squeeze before heading for the door.
“Sometimes I wish I could just be normal, experience life without the weight of the world on my shoulders,” I muttered. “But I know wishes only come true in fairytales.”
“Not always Imelda, magic is all around us. The greatest wishes come true when we least expect them.”
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Chapter 2 - The Beast I walked out of my grandfather's house, deciding to head to the forest instead of the palace. I needed some time for myself; maybe I would even let my wolf run for a bit. Something about having the air blowing through our fur was so freeing. I had extra time with my wolf than most, but what I gained in perfecting my shifting, I lost in bonding emotionally. When most werewolves shifted at eighteen, I shifted at sixteen. Something not completely unheard of, it mostly happened in Alpha families. We figured that it was because of the Fae side of me. It had sped up the wolf bond and allowed us to shift early. Damon got his wolf at eighteen, and so did Nesrin. Balor was early too, getting his wolf this year, on his seventeenth birthday. All of our wolves were unique in personal
Chapter 3 - Summer Solstice I rolled over in my bed. My body was feeling heavy and aching. The sun was just breaking the night sky, the soft glow of pinks and purples mixing with the orange hues from the sun. I slowly sat up and let out a heavy sigh, my stomach greeting me with a loud rumble. “The longer you put it off, the worst she is going to react,” Oren said, her voice heavy with sleep. I rubbed my eyes and stretched out my aching muscles. “Let’s face it, Oren. Even if I went to her last night, mother and Phoenix would still scold us just the same. There is no reasoning with them when they’re angry.” I muttered. Oren let out a huff of annoyance, agreeing with me.
Chapter 4 - Night festival “I can’t believe you actually did it.” I laughed, wiping the tears from my eyes. I hadn’t laughed this hard in a long time. “I wouldn’t be a true werewolf if I didn’t keep my end of a deal.” Audra laughed. As we entered the edge of the village. She took my challenge to heart. She walked back to the village stark naked. Not a single care in the world as she strutted through the forest. I was half tempted to join her. She put her clothes on before turning back to me. “Now, we have a few hours before the night festival starts. I have a few more things planned, but I’m also still hungry so we need to fix that first.” She said, I shook my head at her.
Chapter 5 - Trouble “Is that the best you got?” I panted as I charged toward Cedric. A loud clinking sounded as our blades hit one another. He let out a grunt as I pushed forward, forcing him to step back. I spun around, ducking and kicking my foot out to trip him. He anticipated my move, jumping back and hitting me with an orb of fire. I hissed as it hit my back. Letting out a curse, as I used water to put out the fire before it could cause any serious injury. “Zip it, Mel, your mind games don’t work on me.” He spat as he swung the sword downwards. I rolled out of the way just in time. I shot vines from the ground, wrapping them around his ankles, tripping him. Cedric dropped to the ground, his arm twisting behind him. A snapping sound followed by Cedric yelling made ev
Chapter 6 - Warning We ran in silence for hours, only stopping to drink. The sun was long gone; the sound of the night creatures filled the forest. Oren was quiet, avoiding all paths and thinned-out areas. We blocked out our mind link so we could be completely alone. When I finally stepped forward, allowing Oren to rest, we were in a small clearing. The only sound was the crickets chirping and the leaves rustling in the wind. I looked up at the moons, letting the soft glow kiss my skin. It was times like these I wish I had someone else to turn to. Someone who could help give me answers. Even though my grandfather was always there for me, he was still influenced by my parent's decisions. I always felt stupid for dreaming of having a simpler life—a life with no rules or expectations. I’m sure I
Chapter 7 - FateMy heart pounded in my chest, my breathing heavy as I dodged trees and roots.Run, don’t stop running. He can’t catch you if you keep going. Don’t think about where you’re going. Just act on impulse. Last-minute decisions throw him off.That’s what they told me. A large shadow flew overhead. I ducked underneath the nearest bush. Large wings flapped as he circled the forest. Looking for me, for any sign of my location.How did I get myself in such a situation? Always acting before thinking it through. My smart ideas and incessant need to always prove myself. It always got me in trouble. But now I had really done it.“Why’d you have to go and piss off a dragon.” Oren snapped. I didn’t have
Chapter 8 - HopeI looked at him, the man I was destined to marry. My future husband. My ticket to cruelty. My mate, Balthazar, the king of the underworld.“He is not capable of love.” Ryuu’s words circling my mind. What a cruel fate, a cruel pairing from the mothers.I thought of what Nesrin said.“Rules were meant to be broken.”Audra’s words mixing in.“Fate is a cruel bitch. Sometimes, she needs a little rebellion.”The world stood still, time nonexistent. At that very moment, my mind and heart were at opposite ends of a rope, tugging me until it snapped. Do I believe what Ryuu said. Trust what my parents trained me for. They trained me to be a warrior. A queen. Someone who thinks well under pressure and weighs all the options in front of her. But what were my options? I don’t know this man, and I don’t know what to believe. My mind w
Chapter 9 - The Great Divide Nesrin’s eyes were wide with panic as she took a moment to realize it was me behind her. The palace was the last place anyone would expect a royal to be attacked with a guard posted at every corner. The fact that I snuck past them all wasn’t much of a triumph considering my training and my status. Never the less it was still something I would mention to Damon before I left. My sister spun around, her hand over her heart as she tried to calm herself. I needed her help. She had connections with merchants and realm patrol. Not only was she able to travel, but she had also created hidden passages to get through on her nightly escapes from the palace. She had friends on the outside, friends I knew would come in handy in the future. Her eyes focused on me, a glint of excitement mixed in the pool of concern. “Goddess, Mel. You damn near gave me a heart attack. Why couldn’t you just pull me aside like a normal person.” She yelled at me in a hushed tone. “You’
Epilogue *Five years later.* "Deep breath in and let it go through your nose with each hit. Stay steady on your feet." I shouted at Kai as he moved to make his next swing at his target. He did a quick sidestep before spinning and slicing the demon's head clear off. "Better?" He panted as he approached the bench for water. "Much better. Next, we will work on hand-to-hand combat. Then I think you'll be ready for your first collection. I think this time we will have you face Jade. These illusions aren't cutting it." He nodded before taking a swig of his drink. He let out a loud breath before running his hands through his short brown hair. "It would be easier if I could fight you. Besides Jade and Balt, you're the only other person here who knows what they're doing." He mused as he adjusted the blades sheathed to his bicep. "I know, but until I'm fully in control of my powers, I don't want to risk hurting you," I explained. He rolled his eyes before sitting down on the bench with
Chapter 45 -Queen of the underworldTwo weeks had gone by since Balthazar, and I came home. There hasn't been a moment that's gone by where I am not being taught the ways of the underworld, from learning the laws of a deal to the reasons behind a specific sentence. I didn't know there were so many forms of torture available. What is even more unnerving is that the demons assigned to deliver said torture have been doing it their whole lives. Jade told me a few stories of her encounters with the beasts of the torture cells and had warned me never to cross one. Balthazar laughed at her warnings and reminded her who I was. Even with his faith in the hierarchy, Oren and I still vowed never to go there alone.Between us, not being able to keep our hands to ourselves and learning everything I had to before I was officially crowned Queen. Balthazar expl
Chapter 43 - I Love YouWe sheered into what I could only assume to be his bedroom. A huge king bed sat in the middle of the room. A white fur carpet laid beneath his bed. A perfect contrast to the black marbled floor and black bedding. The whole room smelled of him, and it made my head spin and my heart race. The walls of the room were red. The one wall was made entirely of glass facing the city. The northern lights were dancing with the twinkling stars. As much as I wanted to appreciate the beautiful scenery, I wanted to enjoy Balthazar more.Garren warned me about how the bond would drive us crazy with lust. But I wasn't sure how I had ignored such an urge before now. Maybe it was the distraction of the mission or the fact that we hadn't entirely accepted each other until now. But now, all I craved was his touch, his lips on mine. I craved the throaty laugh he gave when he was teasing, temp
Chapter 42 - GodricI hugged Balor goodbye as I left his room. He refused to see me off. He was too upset with what I had given up. I made him swear never to utter a word of it to our family. I would tell them when I was ready, he reluctantly agreed. He said he also had to build up the nerve to tell our parents that he was leaving Gardania and heading back to the packhouse in the human realm."Still refused to come to dinner?" Nesrin asked as I shut the door behind me."Of course he did. But he will get over it. Did you know he was talking about going to live with Aunt Cass and Uncle Ty?" She nodded."Yeah, he mentioned it to me a while back, but mother and father shut him down. Saying he would make a great blacksmith. That he didn't need to worry about it
Chapter 41 - GoodbyesImelda's POV"I don't want you anymore," Balthazar shouted at me."You're no use to me like this. You can't even give me a child. Let alone how pathetic you look trying to rule the underworld. You don't belong here, by my side." He continued to belittle me—each word slicing deeper. I knelt in front of him. My head hung low. I was too ashamed to look up at him. My eyes were swollen from crying. My throat was dry and sore."You had one job, and you couldn't even do that right. I knew you were weak, but I didn't think you were this weak." Oren hissed. I shook my head."I'm sorry." My voice was a mere whisper."I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!
Chapter 40 - InnocenceThe forest around us was full of life, just like I remembered. The trees all holding golden flowers that smelt of citrus. The sky was the brightest blue. All the colours in my home were vibrant. Something I slowly forgot while I was away. The sound of birds chirping filled the air giving everything a calming element."Why do you hurt people?" The little girl asked, pulling my attention back to her."That's a bold question for someone your age," I said, avoiding the answer."I'm more mature than I look. I have to be. My family is preparing me to be a leader, and leaders ask bold questions and make hard decisions. At least that's what I've been told." I frowned a little at the statement. Why would a child no more than nine be forced to
Chapter 39 - ChoicesThe pathwas exactly how it looked, dark and cold. It was as if I was caught in another realm entirely. The trees were dead, the sound of crows echoed throughout the dead forest. A thin layer of fog coated the ground, and the air smelt stale. Not even a twinkling star shined above my head. My footsteps crunching against the gravel and dirt echoing in beat with my heart. I swallowed hard as I pushed back the nerves that kept prickling at my skin.I held my head high as I kept moving forward, subconsciously counting my footsteps as I went. A harsh, cold wind blew my hair around. It was then I realized I was still only in a light tunic and pants. I fought the shiver that tried to take hold of me. No matter what I was going to face, I would face it all to ensure a future for all wo
Chapter 38 - PricesEmpress Sorin stared at us all. I swore I could see the stars twinkle in her golden eyes now and then. Then, aswift smile graced her lips as she took a sip of her tea. She placed her dainty teacup, littered with purple and blue flowers. The rim dipped in gold. No one else made a move to drink their tea. It was almost humorous picturing any of the men holding such tiny cups in their big hands.“This is awkward. Should we speak first?” Oren mused. I bit the inside of my cheek, clearing my throat.“You said you would like to discuss the future-“ Sorin held up her finger, cutting me off. I glanced over to see the corner of Balthazar’s lip tipping up slightly.I gave him a subtle glare as I turned my attention back to the Empress of d
Chapter 37 - Dragon Spirit Imelda’s POV “How did you get here?” I asked, my voice mixed with both relief and fear. “I go where you go. Nothing could stop me from reaching you.” He turned his gaze to Ryuu. “Not even you, you pathetic excuse for a female.” He sneered. I stared in disbelief. If there were ever a time not to insult someone, it would be now. But Balthazar never played by the rules. He was a king. After all, he made them. Ryuu scoffed. “Oh Balt, I love when you talk dirty to me.” She said, her tone salty. I cringed at the mention of his nickname. I had to remember that she did once mean something to him. Before she hated him, she had loved him.