Zooming into thoughts.
I sat in the warm pool of water, scent of roses and lavender infilterated my nostrils. I watched the maid placing few oils and a silk white fabric on chair nearby. It was supposed to calm me as she said but the problem was-
It wasn't.
Every muscle of my body was trembling with newfound fear. My hands instinctively slapped on my neck as again sharp stinging sensation rippled through the fibre of my skin. It had been half-an hour since the unrealistic, drastic wedding took place and I was immediately escorted back to the room, which my tormentors had decided to bless me with.
The maid, whose name I came to learn was Ria, helped me out of my bloody dress. What was the purpose of getting me ready if in the end all I was going to get was humiliation, embarrassment with loads of terror. I hadn't seen any of them since the time they tore my dignity apart, claimed my soul in front of strangers, humiliated me in name of pure bond as ma
Claus looked down with mix of startelment and confusion. His forest-green eyes couldn't understand, the sparks of confusion ingnited when his looked over her naked unconscious body. The once soft skin of hers turned red mimicking his hairs, her soft mounds he was eager to ravish covered with red marks, like something had burned her."W-what happened?" Veles asked as confused as him. His dark eyes raked over her body, the lust surfaced with astonishment. He blinked once, then twice as he patted her cheek."Hey! Wake up." He mumbled. Hazel's lifeless body didn't moved, Veles forrowed his brows as he again repeated his actions.***"Her blood, it repels the bond.""What does that mean?"The healer sighed."Never in our Nithilorc history, a warrior had marked a human as their mate. I don't know much but it is believed that immortals are meant to mark one of their own kind as their mate. And since, you've already ma
I again followed her, but this time our destination was unknown to me. The pain was still there but it was bearable. Ria had filled me with everything, which she thought was relevant of me to know. Like I had been unconscious for three days now, like how I get burn marks all over my torso and arms.I was somehow familiar with their race, Nithilorc was a kingdom of masters. Masters, who rule this sinful world with their one flick of finger. I had heard hundreds of stories, myths, unjustified sagas, and all of them led to one ending, sons of Nithilorc. Their tales of bloodshed were no new either, at first I just imagined them as men of courage, who would do anything for their kingdom, the chevalier, who would flip this world only for sake of their own. The thought sounded as brave as chaotic storm.But little did I knew I would witness this barbaric act, this madness, the bloodshed of my own people, of my own family.And now, I suddenly didn't kn
Cold hands pressed against my thighs, the touch tingling and soft even as light sparks erupted from point of contact.Silk brushed against my mellow skin, as his fingers dig in, making me almost choked on my food. My eyes followed his hand immediately, his whole palm was spread all over my thigh, his long fingers caressed my flesh. I could hardly swallow the bite.I panicked.But I tried not to show it on my face. My reaction would only fuel their amusement. They would never miss the opportunity to see me at my worst, to make me suffer. Sometimes I couldn't understand why my pain stimulate them that much. It further made me wonder, how long I would be able to survive them until I plan something productive. In this little amount of time I had with them, I was sure about some things. Theh wouldn't hold back before ripping my head off. But why take one as bride when my father was their rival?I held back a scream as Veles moved his hand North. Though m
I might had freedom to roam around the castle but I couldn't step one foot without acknowledgement of two bulky guards following closely behind me. There was this one second my mind pondered over to distract them and explore the castle by myself but their sharp gazes and horror-stricken looks forbid me to do so.I rolled my eyes.How could I be so dense to even wonder that Claus would let me roam around all by myself, when in harshest reality I was his rival's daughter, the spoil of his war.The tired sun was just about to hide in the heart of distant hill. The cascading air carried wave of fragrance with tunt of sweet roses and lavender, bight blue sky was replacing with bright hues of red and orange. I always loved sunsets though my only wish was to see one over horizon. I remembered when me and Dominic used to sneak past guards to back of the castle, on top of distant hill, where the beauty of sunsets were other wordly, the smiles on our faces nev
I tore my mouth from his aiming away shaking my head in rebuke of his actions. "No! Stop it, Cla-" He merely grasped my jaw coercing my face to meet his so he could gorge my lips savagely once more not allowing me to breathe. I could feel the totality of the need he held and his ravenous behaviour in this one kiss.His steel body steered me backwards as my back hit cold wall. He didn't seemed to care as he pushed me against the wall as I writhed under him whilst he ravished my lips like a piece of meat he salivated over. Before I could comprehend, his right hand clasp around my neck in a punishable hold and his left had had my wrists secured above my head so he could take what he needed from me.Selfish bastard.His tongue was rammed coarsely into the warmth of my mouth, the tip savouring every curve and valley I possessed. He groaned with an intense gratification as though he had ultimately drank a potion of salvation which I only could give him.
The satin against my skin clung indecently onto my flesh. My naked shoulders begged for attention as my bare arms demanded something warm for this cold evening. Back in castle, I barely had any extravagant accessories or clothes, it wasn't like I complained but the false hope of affection my so-called husbands were showing me left me both amazed and anxious.My eyes peeked over the gold accessorised danglers over my ears with matching brief pendant collared around my bare neck, leaving the marks of ownership of Lords of Nithilorc for whole kingdom to gaze. My soft curls twisted in low bun that my mother used to wear as her signature style with white lilies. It seemed like a distant memory that was slowly fading away.Instead of lilies, my bun was strained with golden pins, few strands fell over my face, hiding the red tint on my cheeks.I slolwy twirled only to gaze at my back.My whole back was naked. How in the world was this supposed to be
"I do not want to do this."I said, staring hard at the distant castle. The bright flames ingnited all around the great yard I hardly remember, the vague decorations wrapping the fortress like a gift confined with golden shades.Deep red fabric confined beneath the clutches of my tensed fingers.Claus stood in front of me, he momentarily turned around to give me a glare."I do not care." The male did not hindered to shackle my wrist in his palm whilst he pulled me beside his muscular form. A gasp left my mouth, as I immediately grabbed his bicep with other hand, resisting my fall. The man did not noticed or he purposely ignored my struggle as he dragged me with him."Why are we here, Claus?" Eyes annoyed, grip tightening. The man did not answer my quivering question. I was getting paranoid the passing second, every voracious moment hindered me to think of worst. My h
Pain usually represent the weakness of one's body, the limit to which something's pushed. There's always a delicate point after which softness of delicacy deforms into a form that could never be reformed. A point after which everything collides and turns everything into a pile of dust. A sole rememberance of souvenir, a soft touch of alluring darkness.Ezra's eyes represented that darkness.Barely noticeable yet not something which could be easily missed.That little scared me. Nearly shook me to core.I had witnessed enough to know what his tightening grip on my arm said, the slight twitch of his jaw, the furious gaze as it hardened on my face. My lips sealed shut. I couldn't even hiss in pain, afraid if he might implicit the same pain over my soul too. The man was not dangerous. Danger was him."Oh! My apologies! There's something that needs my att
“The vases, Georgia. You can give them to me.” She shook her head while smiling. “No, it’s fine. I can carry them.” I took the vases from her hand and she rolled her eyes. “I am pregnant, not disabled.” “I never said that. Plus, you need to take care of yourself more.” Georgia was pregnant for two months now. When Aloysius died, she was pregnant with his child and it took me several days to talk her into keeping the child. She wanted to get rid of it. Many sleepless nights and insomnia had her body weakened and if it wasn’t for one of the guards finding her near the lake, I was afraid of what would’ve happened to her. She felt ashamed of her husband’s actions. “I am just two months pregnant. I still think I-“ stubborn. I sighed and grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her to me. Her dark eyes softened and she sighed. “I-I am so sorry for what-““It wasn’t your fault. Whatever happened, it happened for a reason.” I assured and she nodded but there was uncertainty in her eyes. Ou
I denied it. But the truth was, I was falling for them. Every emotion and every feeling belonged to them. I hated them, I loathed them, I envied them for having so much power over me, I was jealous when someone was intimate with them, and now that Cassius lay motionless, lifeless in my lap, I was scared for him. I-I did not wish him to die. I refused to blame the bond anymore. I was theirs from the moment their shadows caged me. ‘On the contrary, you’re the most beautiful woman here.’ I remembered his words the first time we met. And my tears fell harder, he couldn’t be dead. He couldn’t leave like that. Amidst the faint sound of Veles’s and Theodore’s murmurs, I knelt next to him, pressing my face against his sticky, bloody chest. The sky was too rumbling. It seemed like it was crying with me. I let my heartbeat synchronize with him until he slowed, then stopped. My world stopped. I looked wide eyes at him for a moment and then my eyes moved to Claus who stood frozen in his pla
Veles ducked the incoming knife as he caught it mid-air with his hand. The sword in his other hand meets their necks. Each of them fell with a heavy thud as their blood spilt on the porcelain floor. The others remaining on the other side spun around and widened their eyes as their hands shook. Veles couldn’t be any more startled. First, the guards of his kingdom were attacking them, and he couldn’t be any more pissed at their mutiny. “You know how much I despise traitors?” He growled as his claws elongated and sparks of ice extended into sharp blades as they meet their necks. And part of him feels guilt about having the death of warriors he trained himself on his hands. But they were in danger, trying to kill him and his brothers. And he couldn’t stand it. Upcoming swords meet the ice, the power in his veins unrelenting as he growled and his golden eyes turned the deepest shade of red before he sliced their limbs. He draw more blades from his hands, frozen knives sticking to their e
Like a discarded toy, I was shoved down on the floor, and I lifted my half-lidded teary eyes to see him smirking down at me. At that moment, I could feel nothing but hatred for him, and a gripping desire to do something about it. I wanted to fight, to kill — I no longer cared if it killed me. I just–didn’t want to be used anymore.And so I staggered to my feet. My legs were shaking, but I leapt instantly into the fray. My fists pummeled any inch of skin I could find; the throbbing in my head was only a dull pain now. All that mattered was getting my hands around his throat — squeezing until he turned purple — tightening around his neck until he —“ENOUGH!”I flew through the air and hit the ground with a thud. Hot blood trickled down my face–I could no longer see as the thick liquid obscured my vision. His fingers clasped around my throat and I whimpered. My fragile body was tattered and sore from being abused multiple times.And though my lungs screamed in agony, everything inside me
Hands shaking, I gripped Theodore’s shoulders as Ezra rubbed the tip of Theo’s hard erection over my swollen lower lips. My throat was dry and sore with all the wails rippling through me yet Ezra didn’t show an ounce of mercy. “Ez!” Theodore groaned under me, his arms clasped over my waist tightly as he embedded his face into my neck. I didn’t remember when Ezra dragged Theodore onto a bed, and when his belt was replaced with Theo’s hands. Ezra had Theodore on a bed and pushed me on top of him. My knees were on either side of Theo as Ezra played with both of us. Ezra’s fingers played with my wetness, opening the folds and running his digits along it and resting his thumb over my pulsating clit. He pushed a finger deeper inside, making me moan. He pushed it in and out hard and fast, juices soaking them. He added another finger and stretched it as he chuckled darkly. “You’re dripping, Hazel.” The orgasm coursed through my entire body, making my skin flush and my toes curl. I closed
“Ez!” Thedore panicked as his eyes widened and Ezra’s hold on his throat tightened with the visible twitch of his jaw. The little calmness Thedore had provided me a moment ago vanished in thin air replaced by a new fear. Fear of Ezra. He hadn’t noticed me yet, and I couldn’t be anymore grateful. His satanic blue eyes glowered with rage and fire of hell. So intense and raw that it almost made Theodore panic.“I fucking told you to stay away from him.” Ezra said, calmly. Too calmly and Thedore flinched as his eyes softened and he lowered his head with guilt. I couldn’t understand anything happening between them, I kind of had the idea of who they were talking about.“I had no option, Ez.”Ezra scoffed. His eyes twitching with annoyance and hurt. His whole body stiff as he looked at Theodore for a moment and let go of him before turning around. He wasn’t looking at him, but I could see his expressions clearly. Betrayal, and hurt being dominated as he clenched his fists and took deep brea
I was lied to by someone who I thought cared about me. I was emotionally blackmailed into feeling the guilt. I thought I was too indulged in begging for his attention that I didn’t even realise that I was too blind to see the signs. Their late-night fights, bruises on her wrists, sadness in her eyes. She was suffering, and I failed to notice. People say time heal wounds. Fib. Time couldn’t heal, it destroys, just make you believe that the sufferings had stopped, but no.My mother’s death was announced so suddenly that it took me by surprise. Food poisoning. However, I refused to believe. Cause that seemed very vague way to die. My mother couldn’t leave me behind. That explains the unshed tears of my father on her funeral, him marrying Irene right after. T-this was planned.“I-I do not believe you.” In deepest part of my heart I knew he would not lie to me. But my self-esteem was too much. What would he regard me as? A girl whose father killed her mother? Pathetic. Claus narrowed his e
Feeling overwhelmed by my emotions, my nose crinkled feeling disgusted. Lips tightly set, and eyes glared as Claus’s hand shifted from her hips to the small portion of her waist, the atmosphere changed to gruesome and unappealing. I watched as time around me slowed and Camilla leaned over his shoulder and whispered something in his ear, Claus visibly stiffened. His arm tightened around her waist as he pulled her to his chest, her lips opened to draw in a breath as their eyes locked. And my emotions exploded. “Hazel,” Cassius warned, shackling my wrist and I snapped my head to him. Both of our eyes held in a battle of dominance which I would lose anyways, but I didn’t-couldn’t just see Claus and Camilla together. It just-didn’t felt right. “Leave, Cassius.” I seethed, and he narrowed his eyes at my disrespect. I couldn’t care less what he’d do to me after this, but my priority was to rip Camilla away from Claus. My heart couldn’t take it. I shouldn’t be like this. “If you think I wo
“Lady Hazel,” I jumped at the unknown voice, I had gotten so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t realise someone was standing at the door. Darting my eyes to the voice, I found a tall slender woman, wearing jewels that a normal worker wouldn’t wear, a silk navy blue dress that enhanced her lean curves. Chestnut hairs that opened in loose curls twisting down her small waist. Light blue eyes regarded me with a polite smile.“Lady Camilla,” I regarded her, standing up to show her that she was welcomed. Nodding to herself she walked straight right in. Her confident strides as of a Queen, bold and authoritative. Eyes flickering to every corner before they landed on doors that led to different rooms and it seemed like she was particularly looking for something–or someone. Blocking her view, I smiled.“We couldn’t meet properly during the breakfast, so, I thought why not apologise on behalf of my husband and get to know each other?” Her suggestive voice irked something inside me. She looked li