The castle halls were dark and cold, the wind whistling through the cracks in the stone walls. The torches burned low, casting a weak light that did little to dispel the shadows. I shivered as I walked, my breath coming out in small clouds of mist. I could hear my footsteps echoing in the silence, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. The castle felt like a living thing, its dark eyes watching me as I moved through its corridors. I felt a sense of foreboding, like something was about to happen, something I wouldn't be able to escape. The palace was quiet and chilly, everyone had gone to bed except me. I was going to raid Derrick's study. I was looking for the Dycan chronicles. The book that only existed in myths. The writer remains unknown. The book Mad dog had told me about. It contained the story of notable key figures in Dycan; including my father. Perhaps it could tell me what happened to my mother. Dycan was the only pack with two packs existing together with no pack b
The day was glum. The temperature outside was almost turning into a snowstorm. I and Derrick made love all night long. I was worried about him, I had no idea why. I watched him get into his clothes and fasting his sword into his sheath. He's weakness wasn't silver. swords had no effect on him it would take a lifetime to come across a dragon so he was good. I stood up and walked towards him. He drew me close and held my waist. Our tounges intertwined in a hot kiss. He kissed me one last time and slowly let go of me. My eyelids dilated in worry as I placed my hand on his shoulder. “Good luck.” I wished him sadly. I didn't want him to leave. I sincerely wished there was no war. ‘Don't worry my love, I'll be fine.” He tried to reassure me, but I didn't take his word for it. I was still worried. “I'll be back before you know it.”“Okay, I'll be waiting.” “Everything will finally be over.” “Okay, I'll be waiting.”“ We'll take the vampires by surprise in their kingdom.” “Everything will go
GwenI climbed down from my horse and ran blindly in the snow. Arrows darken the sky like a swarm of deadly hornets, raining down upon the combatants with relentless fury. Shields clash as soldiers form a shield wall, bracing against the onslaught. Swords flash in the sunlight, carving through the chaos with deadly precision.Amidst the chaos, champions emerge, their valour shining like beacons in the midst of darkness. But they are slaughtered. They rally their comrades, leading charges and striking down foes with legendary prowess. Yet, even the bravest warriors falter in the face of overwhelming odds.The ground becomes slick with blood, turning the earth into a morass of mud and gore. Bodies litter the battlefield, silent witnesses to the carnage that unfolds. Yet still, the battle rages on, each side refusing to yield an inch in this epic struggle for victory and honour. I could see Mad dog’s silhouette from the snow. He was holding a bloody knife. Derrick was on the groun
The snow storm had reduced.As I stand amidst the swirling snowflakes on the desolate battlefield, my heart pounds with a mixture of dread and anticipation. The bitter cold bites at my skin, but it is nothing compared to the icy grip of fear that clenches my heart as I scan the horizon for any sign of my father.And then, amidst the white expanse, I see him. His once proud figure is now hunched and weary, his armor battered and stained with the blood of fallen comrades. Every step he takes seems to sap what little strength he has left, and my chest tightens with a sense of helplessness.Tears blur my vision as I watch him draw closer, his breath forming frosty clouds in the frigid air. His face, once a portrait of strength and determination, is now etched with lines of pain and exhaustion. Yet, in his eyes, I see a flicker of something familiar – love, undying and unwavering, even in the face of death. "Daddy," I call out, my voice trembling with emotion as I rush to mee
I moved over to where Derrick laid in pain. His skin was pale, his lips were dry and his eyes looked tired. He was trying to get past the shock of what he had heard. He was trying to overcome the feeling of betrayal he had felt. I had lost my voice and the strength to cry. I believed I was in a dream state and I was going to wake up soon. Then everything would be back to normal. “I need to get you treated.” “Let's go home.” I said, trying to help him up. He held my hand and made me sit beside him.” It didn't hurt.” He swallowed back the emotions in his voice. The wound doesn't hurt, the thought of Mad dog holding the knife hurts more.” He said. I was moved to tears. “They say time heals our wounds but I disagree.” “It heals nothing, you just learn to live with the pain.” I sobbed, my whole body convulsed in tears as I wondered how I was supposed to live without my father. Where was I going to start? “ I've lost my dad, my love, I can't lose you too.” “There must be s
The wind howled fiercely.The bitter cold seeps into my bones as I lie in the snow beside my father's lifeless body. The world around me is silent, save for the mournful howl of the wind as it whips through the barren trees. I can feel the weight of exhaustion pressing down upon me, dragging me deeper into the icy embrace of despair. My father lies beside me, his once vibrant eyes now dulled by the chill of death. His face is peaceful, as if he is merely sleeping, but I know the truth – he is gone, lost to me forever. Tears freeze on my cheeks as I reach out to touch his cold, lifeless hand, longing for just a moment more in his comforting presence. But there is no warmth left to be found in this desolate landscape, no solace to be gleaned from the endless expanse of white. I am tired, so very tired, of fighting against a world that seems determined to crush me beneath its weight. The pain of loss weighs heavy on my heart, threatening to consume me whole.I close my
“As you all know, our beloved alpha is gone.” “ It's tragic my dear friends.” “He was immortal, but the life he had was never his. When the time came he had to give it back. Sorrowful tale my dear friends.” Eugene addressed the crowd. My new powers could see through people. Eugene, the usurper and brother of the late alpha, is a figure shrouded in darkness and deception. Tall and imposing, with a commanding presence that demands attention, he carries himself with an air of arrogance and entitlement. His features are sharp and angular, with piercing eyes that gleam with a cunning intelligence. His gaze is cold and calculating, betraying the depths of his ambition and the lengths to which he will go to achieve his goals. Eugene's demeanour is as cold as the winter wind that sweeps through the forest, his words dripping with honeyed lies and false promises. He moves through the pack with the stealth of a predator, his every action calculated to further his own agenda and so
As I approach the looming silhouette of the vampire castle, its ancient stone walls rise defiantly against the backdrop of the moonlit sky. The air is thick with a sense of foreboding, yet I am undeterred, my steps echoing against the cobblestone path leading to the imposing gates. Towering spires pierce the darkness, their jagged edges reaching towards the heavens like claws of some long-forgotten beast. Despite the chilling atmosphere, I am unafraid, my curiosity driving me forward into the heart of the legendary fortress. As I pass through the grand entrance, the shadows seem to dance around me, whispering tales of centuries past. Though the castle may hold secrets untold and dangers unseen, I am resolute, and ready to kill. My black cape swayed with the wind as I walked into the castle leisurely like it was my playground. I was no primordial, but I possessed a power so strong that I found it hard to keep under control at times. “Cease her!!!!.” A vampire screamed. They all came a
Three years later…. Two children run around merrily. “You're it!!.” A cute little baby girl says and runs away. A little boy around her age follows in pursuit. I watch my babies with pride from across the field as I sip some tea. The vibrant red yellow and peach flowers beside me add colour and life to the field. It's a peaceful morning in Dycan again. The sun beamed radiantly from the sky. The air was clean and refreshing. I smile as I watch my twins have fun. They were worthy compensation for all I had lost. I wished my dad was alive to see them. They consoled me. Their birth brought nothing but joy to my life. Derrick had gone on a short trip, but it felt like forever. Sitting beneath the sprawling branches of a majestic tree in this tranquil field, I feel a deep sense of calm enveloping me. The tree's leaves create a dappled pattern of sunlight and shade, casting a soothing ambiance around me. I lean against the sturdy trunk, feeling it's comforting presence gro
We were back to Dycan. The palace loomed before us, a symbol of both power and oppression. But today, it would witness a reckoning. As we crossed the threshold, the air crackled with anticipation, our footsteps echoing through the grand halls. I could sense the whispers of the courtiers, their curiosity piqued by our audacity.Together, we strode towards the throne room, our resolve unyielding. As he pushed open the doors, a hush fell over the room, all eyes turning towards us.In that moment, I knew we were not just reclaiming a throne; we were reclaiming a legacy. With unwavering determination, we stepped forward, ready to confront Eugene and seize our destiny. He was frightened when he set his eyes on Derrick, but he managed to conceal it. “Derrick, what a pleasant surprise!.” I never expected you'll be back so soon.” “What are you doing on my throne uncle?.” Derrick questioned him sternly. “Oh this? I was keeping it safe and warm for you.” “I won't be needing you
“You don't have to worry about me, you can see her whenever you wish.” “It must be really tough leaving someone you love to marry a stranger.” I turned to see the owner of the voice. Sylvia smiled at me. I was flustered. She had caught me looking at Gwen hugging a stranger in the garden. “Are you jealous? She chuckled. “It can't be helped.” I replied in guilt I know you didn't mean to, you can't help it cause you love her.” “Have you ever been in love before? Is this what it feels like?.” I was forced to ask. I had never been an emotional person. I didn't even know how to express my emotions until Gwen came along. Sylvia took a deep breath and leaned on the window above the garden. One could see the garden clearly from there. “Yes I have: but clearly, I had to fulfil my obligations as a royal blood.” “Father didn't want me to marry him, he had no powers and he was a commoner. And on the other hand, you're the strongest creature among the twelve kingdoms.”
“You can stay as long as you like, courtesy of my husband to be and I.” Sylvia, the fox king's daughter, offered in smiles. I sensed she said it in a bid to spite me. Sylvia was a smallish Fox, her golden locs cascading like sunlight over her shoulders. With grace and power intertwined, she commanded the attention of all who beheld her. Her regal presence, though diminutive in stature, emanated an aura of authority that left no doubt of her sovereignty . Her gaze met mine, piercing yet gentle. “Thanks for your generosity but I'll be leaving in four days.” “There’s nothing left for me here.” I replied icily. I could barely mask the anger and jealousy in my voice. It was all thanks to her father Derrick was alive; But at the same time I couldn't stand the thought of Derrick being with someone else. A servant ran in just then.“My princess, we captured an intruder in our woods. “He says he means no harm. He's here to ensure Gwen gets home safely.” I was puzzled. Wh
DerrickI watched her cry in disbelief as she came closer and ran her fingers on my chest, my neck, all over me: to ascertain if I was really the one. “Derrick.” She called again. She hugged me tight like I was about to disappear. I pulled her close and hugged her as I watched her cry eyes out. “I'm not dreaming.” She cried. I pressed her head close to my chest in relief. I was happy to see her again, she was back in my arms. I missed her, she was always on my mind. But things had changed, and were about to take a different dimension for the both of us. I had a debt to repay the late fox king. He had spared my life and nursed me back to health. I could still remember his last words on the day he died. I stood by the bedside of the dying king, I couldn't help but feel a wave of sorrow wash over me. His once vibrant eyes, filled with the wisdom of ages, now glistened with the sheen of approaching death. Each shallow breath he took seemed to echo through t
What I had found out didn't deter me from finding Derrick. I was mad at him but I was also hoping he would be alive. I felt stupid but I couldn't help it. There was something about our bond that was suggesting he would be alive. I kept walking, hoping I get to the fox den within the next three weeks. I was a shadow of myself. My steps were sluggish. I was weary and disappointed in myself and everyone around me. I had never really experienced lasting joy. I had been foolish enough to trust everyone all I got in return were a few knives in my back. They had stabbed and bruised me badly. Love was staying vulnerable, even when you knew you could get hurt. I guess I really loved with all my heart but each time I keep getting knocked down and disappointed by life. I hoped healing would come someday. I'll be able to let go of all the hurt and pain in my heart. I just wanted to fall in Derrick's arms and cry my eyes out. At that moment I hated him too. He had concealed the truth from me. Why
“Shortly after , I took in and I gave birth to you. But the pack did not accept us. Everyone said I was a human and your father was out of his senses for marking me as his mate. He had to renounce his rank and become an Omega for my sake. He didn't care, as long as we were happy . But my happiness was short-lived. A storm was brewing up and I had no idea about it, until it was too late. When you clocked five, my friend Gaya died, leaving her ten years old son behind. Her suicide note said she was fed up. Afraid of losing your father's loyalty to his court, the alpha sent me a threat letter to spill the mysteries surrounding his wife's death. He said I should know better. I was her only friend. He had doubts about Derrick's paternity, he believed his wife had been unfaithful. There were times I saved Derrick from his father's gruesome tortures and merciless clutches. I didn't want your father to get in trouble or fight for me so I said nothing about the
As I arrived at Aunt Maya's house, excitement bubbled within me, eager to catch up with her. However, when the servants informed me that she wasn't home, a sense of disappointment crept in. Determined not to waste the visit, I decided to make myself comfortable in her bedroom while I waited for her return.Entering Aunt Maya's bedroom felt like stepping into a sanctuary of tranquility. The soft scent of lavender filled the air, and sunlight streamed through the lace curtains, casting delicate patterns on the floor. I settled onto the plush armchair by the window, the soft cushions enveloping me as I gazed out at the peaceful garden below.But as the minutes ticked by, impatience gnawed at me. I couldn't simply sit idly by while Aunt Maya was away. My eyes wandered around the room, searching for something to occupy my time.That's when I noticed it—the tapestry hanging on the far wall, its intricate design drawing me in like a magnet. Curiosity piqued, I crossed the room and ran my fin
As the darkness fades, I feel a gentle warmth spreading across the horizon, painting the sky with delicate hues of pink and gold. The world slowly awakens around me, as if emerging from a peaceful slumber. Each ray of light dances gracefully, casting long shadows and breathing life into every corner it touches. In this serene moment, I am filled with a sense of renewal and hope, as if anything is possible in the gentle embrace of the dawn. It gave way to the glorious sunrays which cast it's warm glow in the cave. I stood up to get a better view of the sunrise. As the warm breeze rustles through the cave entrance, I can't help but drift back to those carefree days of my childhood. I remember the laughter echoing across the meadows, mingling with the sweet scent of wildflowers. Dad's hand, rough yet gentle, clasped firmly in mine as we explored every hidden corner of our sanctuary. The tall grass swaying in rhythm with our footsteps, a symphony of nature's melody enveloping us in it