It was a raining afternoon. The woman limps through the gravel and unforgiving mud. She's escaped from the clutches of the alpha King, but at what cost? Her whole body was aching from their battle. Her heart was aching even more.She was frightened to close her eyes. If she did, all she could see were glimpses of the man she loved the most. Battling him was the worst decision she could have ever made.It was only natural for the male to feel pain more than her. While fighting, Laura was continously denying the bond that was formed between them. It was a kicking stone for rejection. She cries her heart out when a hut comes in view.The hut her mother used to take her on vacations to. With the tornado for a wind that blows and destructed the open land around, the hut miraculously survived the storm. My mother, Kathleen, scurries out of the hut upon hearing my cries. "Laura!" She calls loudly. As I see her, I was washed with assurance as I give up on my body.I roll the ground, atta
Mother tells me a lot of things after I've woken up. I was healed with a miraculous technique, exclusive to our clan at the cost of their own lifespan. I yell at her for doing that to me. Didn't she beg me to stay with her as long as time remains?She's so disloyal to herself.Glaring at her tall structure whose wings point towards me, I sigh and remain silent in my seat. "If you want to say something to me, say it." She was unbelievably calm.As she turns around, I notice that she has lost a lot of weight. Why... why did she have to take such a decision to herself? I'll never forgive her."Tony... help me make a medicine, dear." As she calls a young centaur into the house, I sit back up almost instantaneously.I never, ever thought that a centaur exists in reality. I thought they were only a myth.Observing my curiosity with the species and mother's personal assistant, she says, "He was found near the lake as a cup last year. He's growing up beautifully, isn't it?""He... is." As I
My eyes blast out of my sockets. It was the minister of mischief, the princely 17-year-old Eden himself!I shake him up, screaming at his face as to why he was there. He wouldn't give me an answer, only smiling stupidly."What the hell are you doing here!? You left Jasmine all alone—" As I scream, the boy keeps his finger on my lips."Shush... you have no right saying that to me." He says. But Firstly... why was he smiling so carelessly when I killed his cousin!"But Eden, she—" He shakes his head at me."Don't say another word. If you cared about Jasmine so much... you wouldn't have killed him." He silences me forever.Defeated, I turn back around to only be called by my name again."Laura...?" He calls with sweetness. Why... why is he not holding anything against me? I killed his cousin with my own two hands...He should be loathing me, cursing me a billion times because he loved his cousin's brother like anything! "My real name... is Eden Richard Sully. I don't take the surname wh
'Where am I...?Why is everything moving?Why do I not feel half of my body?My left side... I feel incredible pain.'Unfiltered thoughts grew in his mind upon discovering his senses back again. He felt like a little lamb trying to get to it's feet after it was born. He felt alive, but he felt paralysed as well.Unknowingly, tears of numbing agony reach his temple as he looks above. The dark sky seems to be crying along with him. Clouds thunder like the harsh curses of Zeus. They were unrest like his heart, his heart was like the clouds, brimming with feelings.'Ah... right.' He realises, sleeping back on the rag as the cart pulled his body along with the sacks of stolen rice.He wakes up, losing track of time. He's been asleep for very long, his body feels sore from sleeping too much. But how long? Green substance was applied to half of his body. A prickly rug of jute which manifested around thousands and millions of germs was around his waist."I wouldn't move if I was you." Says a
A/n: I have to apologize for the way I have been writing my fiction all along. I just read the last few chapters to catch up, but I'm ashamed that my material wasn't even close to being readable. It's not my personal doubt, the people around me said the same as well. I bark a lot, but I cannot bite.Please enjoy the book from here onwards. I promise this book will be peak fiction ♡*****Lucien was consumed with revenge. All he could see was red in his eyes. Kohl stands back up as he looks at Lucien in the middle of the emptied pond.Lucien had grasped almost immediately. Their strengths were leagues apart.He looks down at his feet.He felt dumbed down by a mere human. He felt intimidated by a mere human."Is this the difference in power we have?" He started questioning himself."No, Lucien. You're confusing power with hard work. Never have I ever seen anyone be defeated with talent over hardwork. It's the gift of nature to humans." He says to Lucien."But I feel humiliated with y
Weeks later, Lucien opens his eyes again. It's already the beginning of a new year, but for him, it was the beginning of a nightmare.Lucien stares at the ceiling of the thatched roof above his head. He sees a few specs of smoke from the side. With a heavy groan, he turns his head towards the source."Like I said..." he mumbles to the man whose back was turned towards him,"You're gonna kill us with the smoke." The man laughs, turning around to present the man with some coconut flavored rice in the coconut bowl."Welcome back, Lucien." Kohl says to the man who turns his head back to the roof. The human raises his eyebrow at the male."Why are you bothering to feed me?" Lucien asks, his throat sounding dryer than a barren land."Because I am a human." Lucien closes his eyes, scoffing at the man's words."Are you saying that I'm an animal?" Kohl raises his eyebrow at Lucien's differentiation between werewolves and humans. He had nothing more to say than stand back up. Kohl approaches Luc
Lucien wakes up with a gasp. The air around him seemed a lot more chill and his vision was shaky. Upon his perceptions increasing, he concludes that he was indeed been taken through a rough course towards the promised land."Master Kohl..." he takes the name of his master, looking around and sniffing the air. "We're moving away from the palace, Lucien. Keep still." Lucien hums softly as he rests his neck back on the sack of hay placed below his head as support. He looks over the planks of the cart to see something burning. It's smoke rises to the air, Lucien widens his eyes."Is that...?""We shouldn't leave any traces behind. Six centuries of life has taught me that." Saying, the man laughs at himself in his husky voice. Lucien hears the mules being struck with the bamboo as they whinny and walk faster. Around mid afternoon, Kohl stops the cart and rewards the hardworking animals with sweet grass. Lucien groans with pain, but it was all in his head."My pain...what did you do?" Kohl
"Are we far away yet?" Insisting to walk alongside the mules, the half animal speaks to the Human as Kohl nods. He was chewing on a neem bark that he'd found in the woods."Yes, very.""Okay." Lucien was talking to Kohl as if they were equals, and Kohl wasn't here to accept that behavior.Suddenly, instead of striking the mules, Kohl strikes the male with the cane on his back. He was wearing the lightest of clothes as the red bruise immediately showed on his skin."What's the big idea—!?" Lucien shouts, turning around to face Kohl who was quite literally in his face."Do you remember anything about the rules, boy?" The former King of Werewolves furrows his eyebrows. With a nod, he turns back to look ahead of himself. He almost trips on a rock, Kohl sighs at his lost intuition."You have a lot to learn, Lucien." He's heard the words for the fifth time today. "Couldn't you tell me what I must learn as my master, master." Kohl could sense Lucien's attitude as if it was written on air."F