The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOrvyn's POV"What!" Her eyes bulged with expected shock. "I can't come down with you. Leave me here in my room." She faced the window, fumbling with her fingers."That's the only way the elders will listen to me. If you tell them yourself, they might take your word for it.""Might, Orvyn. Might" she emphasized, turning to face me, exasperated and afraid. "As far as this goes, it's not a good plan. You can't bring me to the courtyard to convince your elders. I'm fine right here."I closed up the distance between us in gentle strides, pulling her closer by the waist. I'd almost forgotten how beautiful she was in the yellow cote she was putting on, with her auburn hair rolling down her shoulders in wild waves. I combed my fingers through her hair, parting the curly ends, awestruck at the silken texture.I trailed my fingers to the slope of her oiled neck, wafting in the smell of pressed olive oil on her skin. She shivered under my touch, closing h
The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOlive's POVHis grip around my wrist tightened like shackles in the hands of a prisoner. The scent of his fear drifted into my nose, which left me pondering on what he could be afraid of. Father was not the reason for his fear; he'd devoted his youth to killing him. There was something else he was afraid of. Perhaps it could be the Omicrons. It's a new moon, and the Omicrons would be on the prowl to hunt the souls of any supernatural in sight.He pushed me into the room with a growl, bolting the door behind him, seething in anger. "What were you thinking saying those things down there, urh?""It's none of your business what I do with my life. No one decides how I live my life.""Are you insane?! Do you think this is a joke? You could die out there, and I may not be able to save you." He took a step closer, gripping me by the arms. "Why don't you take my offer and leave the castle now that you have the chance?"I tried to squirm out of his grasp
The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOlive's POV His grip around my wrist tightened like shackles in the hands of a prisoner. The scent of his fear drifted into my nose, which left me pondering on what he could be afraid of. Father was not the reason for his fear; he'd devoted his youth to killing him. There was something else he was afraid of. Perhaps it could be the Omicrons. It's a new moon, and the Omicrons would be on the prowl to hunt the souls of any supernatural in sight. He pushed me into the room with a growl, bolting the door behind him, seething in anger. "What were you thinking saying those things down there, urh?" "It's none of your business what I do with my life. No one decides how I live my life." "Are you insane?! Do you think this is a joke? You could die out there, and I may not be able to save you." He took a step closer, gripping me by the arms. "Why don't you take my offer and leave the castle now that you have the chance?" I tried to squirm out of
The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOrvyn's POVOlive cannot know that what I feel for her is greater than my fear of losing her. Although I long to assure her that I'd be there for her, the wide gulf between us still puts on the other side of the divide. Letting her go was the right and wrong thing to do. I need a straight mind and a clear thought, if I must achieve my goal. Keeping her around, seeing her everyday, perceiving her scent, pulling her boldy closer to mine, hands wrapped around her trim waist, her nipples gliding over my chest, drowning in hungry kisses from her soft lips...'Get a grip on yourself, Orvyn. If you keep thinking about her this way, you'll never let her go!' My subconscious reprimanded me.At the courtyard, the elders were on their feet, a woman with sunburn skin in a worn-out cote was with them. I was too preoccupied to acknowledge her presence, boggled with my confrontation with Olive a while ago. "My Lord, the men are ready," Ruffus announced. I n
The Stripe of Snow; East Coast of Vagamor; South of the RealmOrvyn's POVRuffus scrambled off to get Margaret what she requested. She sat where she once knelt, meditating, lids closed. Her lips muttered inaudible sounds that none could decipher. Not even my keen hearing could catch a whiff.She'd better be true. I can't afford to be fooled and disgraced before my men.I went out to ready the boys, telling them about the protection spell. As expected, they had their reservations. "We can't trust her, My Lord," one said, standing beside his horse. "She should be put to death according to the law!""I'll be damned if I let her lay her fucking filthy hands on me," another chimed, a large pickaxe crossed over his round shoulder. "A witch is a witch, there are no good one. Good riddance to bad rubbish!""She should not live to see the next light of day. She may be a spy sent from Kazamir to weaken us." Another honed, wearing a crusader's iron mask, shield in hand."I have my torch with me,
Orvyn's POVConrad roared from behind them, leaping out of hiding with a flying sword dividing one of the horsemen in two. I rushed at the carriage, seething with anger. Images of Kazamir slashing my father's throat fueled my rage. Hair grew into a wave of silky black fur on my arm, as I clamped my hand on one's throat, tearing out his voice box from his jugular. I swung my sword at two others rushing at me, decapitating them in a clean swipe."Orvyn!" Conrad called, snapping the neck of blond. He pointed his dripping sword in a direction. "Kazamir, he's escaping! The fucker is getting away." Escorted by four men, Kazamir in a hooded caped ran on foot in the direction of the mountain. I growled, charging forward holding the sword between my teeth. Three of Kazamir's men obstructed me, turned. I hauled the sword in the air, as one of them jumped at me. He sank his teeth into my left forearm, snarling menacing."I'm more angrier than you can ever be." I handled the sword pinging down,
The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOlive's POV"Why are you all looking at me like you've seen a ghost?" I raved, looking from one bewildered face to the other. "Orvyn could have died, you morons!"Their dropped jaws begged to be closed. A woman in chains stepped forward, holding my gaze intently, "Who are you?" She asked."It doesn't matter who I am," I tried to sound reserved as possible. "Everyone here knows who I am already. I'm a prisoner here!""It does matter, my child." The calmness in her tone waxed off a quarter of my anger. She took another step forward, looking into the depth of my soul from the irises of my eyes. "Who are you?"I took a step back, quirking a brow, holding her gaze. "I'm princess Olive, daughter of Kazamir, Alpha of Mortem," I turned to the elders, looking from one comical face to the other, "the arch enemy of Vagamor." I returned my gaze to the woman, who stood a foot below me. "That's me. Why?""Who's your mother?" She requested, lips tight.I hesi
The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOrvyn's POVShe shut the door almost noiselessly, and stood facing me, with her hand on the door knob. Like an angel in the night, her brightness illuminated the room, making me more aware of her commanding presence. Pinpoints of glitters danced on her skin, trapped from the yellow and red tongues of fire fluttering on the oil lamp sitting on the mahogany table. Her enchanting cleavage, rising and falling with every breath she took dried up the moisture in my throat, as I blinked away rapidly to settle my gaze momentarily on the elongated shadow of her petite frame leaning against the closed door.She tucked few strands of hair behind her ear, dropping her gaze to the ground. I leaned back on the head board, focusing on her slender figure. The garment was made just for her. The beast inside me leaped, howling excitedly in my head. My crotch bulged beneath the sheets, veined and hard.Hell yeah, I want to be with her.Whether she's Kazamir's d