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Healing a rogue princess Enter the fairy realm
*LZ* The moment Evangeline's wings envelop us, the world blurs into a cascade of light, the pressure of reality bending around us. It feels like being in a dream, yet more vivid, the air tingling with a magic that's almost overwhelming. As we emerge from the light, and her wings unfold, I find myself standing in a place that defies all logic. The air here hums with life, the sky a canvas of perpetual twilight, painted in hues that shift subtly as I watch. Trees stretch upwards, their branches knitting together, creating a canopy that feels like a protective embrace. The ground underfoot is soft, covered in moss that glows faintly, and every plant seems to pulse with an internal light. Evangeline leads the way, her voice soft but urgent. "Welcome to the sanctuary, LZ. We must move quickly." The landscape is surreal, with flowers that emit their own light and creatures so small they could fit in the palm of my hand, flitting about with wings that leave trails of color. Clementine,
Last Updated : 2024-12-17Healing a rogue princess A bloodthristy fairy
*Zac* The abandoned warehouse reeks of mildew and despair, a fitting backdrop for our desperate meeting. Rain hammers the corrugated iron roof, mirroring the storm inside me. We had managed to get in contact with Cynamon's brother and set up this meeting. He had been in hiding after a near capture, which is the reason he had not been able to warn Cynamon. He had hoped they did not know where to find her. So here we are, pretending to make plans like some heroes in an action movie. Across a scarred wooden table sits Cukier, his slightly wolfish features etched with grim determination, his usually vibrant eyes shadowed with worry. Nick sits beside him, having come no questions asked when I called. Evangeline, perched on a crate, radiates an unnervingly calm energy, her wings neatly folded, a stark contrast to the tension in the room. “Cynamon was taken to the Blackwood compound,” Cukier’s voice is low and gravelly. “They’ve been consolidating captured werewolves there for months.”
Last Updated : 2024-12-17Healing a rogue princess Her fight
*Cynamon* No sounds seems to reach me in my cell at all, an eerie prelude to a day that will no doubt bring nothin but brutality. Sleep offered no solace; it was nothing but a fragmented landscape of Zac’s arms and Clementine’s scent, dissolving into the cold reality of this glass cage. In the cell beside me, Aunt Elowen, a ghost of her former self, sits hunched, her eyes mirroring my despair. We communicate in stolen glances, silent gestures across the glass… a desperate testament to our family’s resistance. Finally a sound, just a soft whoosh and they're here, soldiers, grabbing my arms, dragging me out and into another room. It looks like a medical wars in a horror movie. Two figures in white coats enters, their faces masked, their eyes cold. Fear, raw and visceral, claws at me. They strap me to the table, the cold metal biting into my skin. "Relax, subject," one of them says, his voice a flat monotone, "this won't hurt a bit." Lies, all lies. The needle enters my arm… a
Last Updated : 2024-12-29Healing a rogue princess Finding the president
*Nick* The rain lashes against the warehouse windows, a frantic percussion accompanying the frantic tapping of my fingers on the keyboard. Cukier’s hunched form is barely visible in the gloom across the table, the flickering laptop light catching the silver gleam of his pale skin. He’s muttering under his breath, a low, guttural rhythm punctuated by the occasional frustrated sigh. I can practically taste the tension in the air, thick and acrid like the smell of mildew clinging to the decaying walls. Zac’s raw grief and Evangeline’s simmering rage are palpable, but right now, my focus is laser-sharp: President Karina Horton. Her name, her public pronouncements on equality… they’re our only hope. A long shot, maybe, a desperate Hail Mary, but it’s better than nothing. Better than watching Zac self-destruct, or worse, seeing Evangeline unleash her fury on Blackwood Industries and ending up in a bloody, pointless war that only has one outcome… we die. I run my hand through my ha
Last Updated : 2025-01-03Healing a rogue princess Getting nowhere
*Zac* The stale air of the government office feels thick, suffocating. Nick sits rigidly beside me, his jaw tight, a stark contrast to my own simmering rage. This bureaucrat, a man whose tie is perfectly knotted but whose eyes hold the vacant stare of someone who’s seen too many PowerPoint presentations, leans back in his chair. He sips his lukewarm coffee, completely unfazed by my rising panic. "So, you want to speak to the President," he says, the words dripping with an unconcealed skepticism. "And… why is that exactly?" I open my mouth, the words catching in my throat. My carefully rehearsed speech about national security and Blackwood Industries evaporates. All I can think about is Cynamon, her face, the way her eyes used to sparkle… the horrifying possibility of what Blackwood is doing to her right now. "My… my fiancée," I stammer, the words sounding pathetic even to my own ears. "She’s been… taken. By Blackwood Industries. I need her back… our baby daughter needs her bac
Last Updated : 2025-01-05Healing a rogue princess A way in
*Nick* A week. A week of dead ends, each one a fresh stab of despair. Then, a crumpled napkin, discarded near an overflowing ashtray in a dimly lit bar… a name scribbled on the back: Miles Kendrick. Low-level security, gambling debts visible in the tremor of his hand, and a weakness for expensive bourbon. Cukier’s eyes, usually hidden behind a screen of nervous energy, gleam with predatory amusement. “Our key,” he murmurs, the words a low purr. “A little… persuasion, and Kendrick will be more than happy to unlock the President’s private suite. For a price, of course.” The Grand Hyatt looms, a steel and glass monolith against the bruised twilight sky. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of polished marble and expensive perfume, a stark contrast to the stale beer smell clinging to Kendrick. Cukier, a chameleon in a perfectly tailored suit, moves with a practiced grace that borders on supernatural. He isn’t just walking; he is gliding, his presence subtly erasing itself from t
Last Updated : 2025-01-11Healing a rogue princess The battle begins
*Evangeline* The polished floor gleams under the harsh fluorescent lights of the corridor. My hand, still clasped tightly in Zac's, feels clammy. Each step echoes, amplifying the tension that coils in my gut. This place… it reeks of sterile efficiency, a thin veneer masking something far more sinister. Zac’s words about horrors still hang in the air, a chilling echo in the silent, imposing hallway. We're led into a vast, minimalist office. Braxton Hayes, the CEO, sits behind a massive desk, his face a mask of controlled composure. He looks like a hawk, sharp and predatory, his eyes scrutinizing us. “State your business,” his voice is smooth, devoid of any warmth. It's the voice of a man accustomed to power, accustomed to getting what he wants. Zac steps forward, his jaw tight. “We know about the werewolves.” The CEO raises an eyebrow, a barely perceptible movement. “I assure you, you have the wrong end of the stick.” His voice is laced with a disarming calm, a deliberate
Last Updated : 2025-01-12Healing a rogue princess Was it a bad idea?
*Zac* The air crackles with the sound of gunfire. I see Evangeline's face, I am not sure I have ever seen anyone look that furious, but her eyes are full of determination, as she throws that paperweight. Then, it feels like the world is a blur. One second, I'm staring down the barrels of several very scary-looking guns; the next, I'm falling. Falling really fast to a certain dead. The wind screams past my ears, a deafening roar that drowns out the shouts and the still-echoing gunfire. As the ground rushes up to meet me, I close my eyes, hoping for a miracle. Suddenly it is like time slows, or actually I slow. My eyes springs open and Evangeline is there, holding me, her face pale, but her eyes blazing with relief. Those goddamn fairy wings are unfurled, shimmering like iridescent stained glass in the twilight. She looks strained, almost burdened by something heavy. Me. Her breathing is slightly laboured. She lets out a groan, and I feel like apologising for my size,
Last Updated : 2025-01-19
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Healing a rogue princess The party
*Zac* The sun dips low on the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the sky as laughter and music spill out of our backyard. I glance around, soaking in the vibrant scene before me. The air is thick with the mouthwatering scent of Cukier’s famous barbecue, and I can already hear the sizzle of meat on the grill. “Is everything ready, Cukier?” I call out, catching a glimpse of my brother-in-law, his brow furrowed in concentration as he flips burgers and hot dogs with the finesse of a master chef. “Absolutely! Just about to throw on the corn,” he replies, a hint of pride in his voice. There’s something about his determination that makes me smile. He seems to always be the responsible one, but tonight, he’s relaxed, enjoying the moment with all of us. I turn my attention to the rest of our guests. The yard is a tapestry of familiar faces: Cynamon’s family, the werewolves who’ve come to celebrate. Her Aunt Elowen is chatting animatedly with LZ, her laughter ringing like m
Healing a rogue princess Back together
*Cynamon* It feels so good to be home. I am standing on the back porch with Zac, hearing Cukier and Nick bickering like an old married couple inside in the kitchen, as they are cooking dinner. But one thing is missing, my baby. Then it is like the air shimmers and a small tickling reaches my ears and there is LZ and Evangeline. A bundle nestled in LZ's arms. I pull away from Zac, a warm glow blooming in my chest. The world around us is shifting… freedom for my kind is within our grasp, and yet, right now my heart races only for our little girl. “Clementine,” I murmur, my eyes darting to the grass where I see LZ cradling her with such tenderness. I can’t help but smile at the sight. ‘She’s safe, Cynamon. Breathe,’ Zyka whispers softly, her voice like a gentle breeze brushing through my mind. I nod, feeling the reassurance wash over me. Zac squeezes my hand, grounding me. “Let’s go see her,” he says, and I can hear the eagerness in his voice. We make our way over to LZ, who is
Healing a rogue princess Going home
*LZ* I sit on the soft mossy floor of the sanctuary, Clementine nestled against me, her tiny body rising and falling rhythmically with each breath. The gentle glow of the flowers around us flickers softly, like tiny stars caught in a moment of stillness. I don’t know how long we’ve been here in this place that feels like a dream, but there’s a strange comfort in the uncertainty. Each day is a blend of wonder and worry, punctuated by the need to keep Clementine safe. As I absently stroke her hair, my eyes wander to the enchanted window. Outside, the world bursts with life. Creatures of all shapes and sizes dart through the twilight, their calls ringing like chimes in the wind. A small, furry creature with bright blue fur and large, curious eyes hops by, stopping to peer at us as if assessing whether we’re friend or foe. I chuckle softly at its antics, and it seems to sense my amusement, giving a playful leap before scampering off into the underbrush, leaving behind a trail of sparkli
Healing a rogue princess The president
*Zac* I can hardly believe my eyes as a helicopter's blades slice through the air, kicking up a storm of dust and debris. My body tenses, not sure if this is good or bad. The moment I see the figure stepping out, my heart skips a beat. It’s President Karina Horton, flanked by Nick and Cukier. They managed, they got to the actual president. The small group stride forward with an air of authority that demands immediate attention. "Let him go!" Karina's voice booms, cutting through the chaos like a knife. The guard holding me tightens his grip, but there's a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. The President’s presence is magnetic, and even the bravest of men can feel their resolve wavering in the face of such power. "You are not in charge here… I take my orders from Braxton Hayes or Syler Smith only," the guard barks back, but I can see the sweat beading on his forehead, his confidence faltering with each passing second. “I am your President, and my orders outrank any other,” Karin
Healing a rogue princess Breaking free
*Cynamon* I am sure this is where my life ends but suddenly, a piercing alarm shatters the tense silence of the room. The doctor's head snaps towards the sound, a mix of irritation and urgency crossing his features. He rushes to the intercom, pressing the button and speaking into it, but the blaring alarm drowns out his words. I strain to catch any hint of what's happening, but it's useless.He returns to me, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. "It seems your human mate has made an appearance," he says, the syringe still in his hand. Then he mutters, mostly to himself. “What an idiot.” I trash against the restraint, “Zac is here, at the compound?” "If that’s his name, yes and you should be happy. You'll see him again soon, in the afterworld… or wherever freaks like you go,” he says. Panic surges through me, a tidal wave of fear and desperation. They can't hurt Zac. Not him. Not my mate. Clementine will need her father. Inside me, Zyka stirs, her presence growing stronger, fueled by
Healing a rogue princess Done waiting
*Evangeline* The pain in my wing is sharp, a constant reminder of the bullet that tore through it. I grit my teeth, focusing on the road ahead while my magic works to heal the wound. It's more severe than I let on, but I can't show weakness now, Zac needs me to be strong. I know the magic will mend it in time, but for now, every movement sends a jolt of pain through me. Zac's voice breaks through my thoughts, a mix of concern and urgency. "You don't have to come with me, Evangeline. I know it's dangerous, but I... I can't wait any longer. But if you stay behind, I'll understand." I glance at him, seeing the fear and determination in his eyes. He's worried about dragging me further into this mess, but he doesn't realize that I'm already in too deep. "I'm coming with you, Zac. We're in this together," I say firmly, gripping the steering wheel tighter. The thought of what might happen at the compound sends a shiver down my spine, but the risk is worth it if it means saving Cynamon
Healing a rogue princess Was it a bad idea?
*Zac* The air crackles with the sound of gunfire. I see Evangeline's face, I am not sure I have ever seen anyone look that furious, but her eyes are full of determination, as she throws that paperweight. Then, it feels like the world is a blur. One second, I'm staring down the barrels of several very scary-looking guns; the next, I'm falling. Falling really fast to a certain dead. The wind screams past my ears, a deafening roar that drowns out the shouts and the still-echoing gunfire. As the ground rushes up to meet me, I close my eyes, hoping for a miracle. Suddenly it is like time slows, or actually I slow. My eyes springs open and Evangeline is there, holding me, her face pale, but her eyes blazing with relief. Those goddamn fairy wings are unfurled, shimmering like iridescent stained glass in the twilight. She looks strained, almost burdened by something heavy. Me. Her breathing is slightly laboured. She lets out a groan, and I feel like apologising for my size,
Healing a rogue princess The battle begins
*Evangeline* The polished floor gleams under the harsh fluorescent lights of the corridor. My hand, still clasped tightly in Zac's, feels clammy. Each step echoes, amplifying the tension that coils in my gut. This place… it reeks of sterile efficiency, a thin veneer masking something far more sinister. Zac’s words about horrors still hang in the air, a chilling echo in the silent, imposing hallway. We're led into a vast, minimalist office. Braxton Hayes, the CEO, sits behind a massive desk, his face a mask of controlled composure. He looks like a hawk, sharp and predatory, his eyes scrutinizing us. “State your business,” his voice is smooth, devoid of any warmth. It's the voice of a man accustomed to power, accustomed to getting what he wants. Zac steps forward, his jaw tight. “We know about the werewolves.” The CEO raises an eyebrow, a barely perceptible movement. “I assure you, you have the wrong end of the stick.” His voice is laced with a disarming calm, a deliberate
Healing a rogue princess A way in
*Nick* A week. A week of dead ends, each one a fresh stab of despair. Then, a crumpled napkin, discarded near an overflowing ashtray in a dimly lit bar… a name scribbled on the back: Miles Kendrick. Low-level security, gambling debts visible in the tremor of his hand, and a weakness for expensive bourbon. Cukier’s eyes, usually hidden behind a screen of nervous energy, gleam with predatory amusement. “Our key,” he murmurs, the words a low purr. “A little… persuasion, and Kendrick will be more than happy to unlock the President’s private suite. For a price, of course.” The Grand Hyatt looms, a steel and glass monolith against the bruised twilight sky. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of polished marble and expensive perfume, a stark contrast to the stale beer smell clinging to Kendrick. Cukier, a chameleon in a perfectly tailored suit, moves with a practiced grace that borders on supernatural. He isn’t just walking; he is gliding, his presence subtly erasing itself from t
