Elowen's Point of View We followed Neri to a brothel on Pier fourteen. The outside was old and unpainted and looked like it might have been abandoned, except it wasn't falling apart. The insides, however, were obviously high-priced, and I found them to be garish. Painting walls gold and purple, although royal colours, did not make something elegant. Just because something was expensive didn't make it classy. I was surprised to find this was one of Madame Undine's places. Everyone knew she had two places in the city, but it seemed this was a third place privy to a few more select clients. Madame Undine was exceptionally beautiful until you looked into her eyes. There was no warmth there. Rumour had it that she had killed her chosen mate many years ago because he had killed her fated mate. I guess that would make you cold. "Just remember, Master Neri, I require my girls to be able to walk and service other clients after you. If you intend on leaving marks or crippling them, your goin
The full translations and pronunciations in Chapter 39 are: Finio incantationem meam, (fee-nee-oh in-can-tah-tee-oh-nem may-ahm) Omne imperium ad me revoca. (om-neh im-peh-ree-oom ahd meh reh-woh-kah) It has been loosely translated it as: I finish my incantation, Restore all power to me. When I first learned Latin, I started with Church Latin when I was taken to church services. Once I started learning it in high school, it changed to Classical Latin. I much prefer Classical Latin. Differences between Classical Latin and Church Latin: (Part 1) Classical Latin and Church Latin, also known as Ecclesiastical Latin, have several differences, primarily in terms of pronunciation, vocabulary, and usage. Here are some key distinctions: Pronunciation: Classical Latin: Pronunciation is based on reconstructed phonology from ancient inscriptions, grammatical treatises, and later Latin literature. It typically follows the rules of the classical period. An example of pronunciation is the l
Aeon's Point of View After briefing my four guards, I sent them for some well-earned downtime and immediately requested an audience with my Queen. I was glad none of the others were with me as it would give me time to bask in the gloriousness and beauty that was Queen Aurora. Though I worked hard to hide it, I was totally in love with her. I had been feeling this way about her long before her fated mate was killed. The Royal Consort was one of the most proficient Fae warriors ever. He still continued to fight until his death in a border skirmish. This current problem was not the first time the shield on the border between the two Realms had been encroached by Dark Fae monsters. When he died, I never saw it as a chance for me. Her pain due to his death was so palpable that I wanted to take it away. I wished it could have been me; instead, I would have died, and then she wouldn't be parted from her mate. Throughout the years after his death, I just continued to love her while I prot
Avril's Point of View Tyler and I sat in our lounge, listening to what had happened over the last three days. I still found it hard to believe that three of the Elders were complicit in not only conspiring to overthrow my mother but also working with an unknown benefactor who has the power to fracture the veil surrounding the Light Fae Realm. "Aurora wants us to have dinner with her tonight," Adriana told us. "She has been informed that you and Tyler are out of your heat now and would love for you to join us all. She will invite all of the Elders, including the treasonous ones." "Why would she do that?" I asked. "Isn't that putting her in danger? I have heard of the human adage, 'keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer,' but this is ridiculous." Daemon, Adriana and Thorn filled Tyler and me in on the plan they concocted. The three Elders, who were absolutely loyal, and Farolin, who no one was sure about, requested an audience with Aurora. She knew they were trustwort
The full translations and pronunciations in Chapter 41 are: Nos Lucis veritatem quaerimus, (nohs loo-chees veh-ree-tah-tem kweh-ree-moos) Solum veritatem, (soh-loom veh-ree-tah-tem) Nihil praeter veritatem. (nee-hil pray-ter veh-ree-tah-tem) It has been loosely translated it as: We seek the truth of light, Only the truth, Nothing except the truth Differences between Classical Latin and Church Latin: (part 2) Classical Latin and Church Latin, also known as Ecclesiastical Latin, have several differences, primarily in terms of pronunciation, vocabulary, and usage. Here are some key distinctions: Syntax and Grammar: Both Classical and Church Latin share the same basic grammar and syntax, but Ecclesiastical Latin may exhibit some differences in usage due to its association with religious texts and practices. Ecclesiastical Latin often employs archaic grammatical constructions or word order to mimic the style of the Vulgate (Latin translation of the Bible) or other religious t
Avril's Point of View Pania had cast the truth-sayer spell, and Mother had used Alarik's rant to start questioning him. I knew her personal guards would be at the door the moment she did that, preventing any of the Elders from leaving. "From your little rant there, Alarik, it is as if you are questioning how things are run in our Realm? Are you questioning my rule, Alarik? Dare you plot treason against me?" she demanded, standing up to make herself look more powerful and more intimidating. I could see Alarik fighting something internally. It really looked like he was angry, so it was hard to decipher if he was fighting the compulsion to speak or was, indeed, just angry. "I am questioning your rule, Your Majesty!" he spat. "You allowed your son to sully himself by mating with a mutt. Your eldest daughter, supposedly the next Queen, is cosying up to a Vampire. Your youngest daughter is also mated to a mutt. Of course, I am questioning your rule. You have allowed the Fae Monarchy to
I do feel that I owe my readers an explanation as to why my chapters have been posted irregularly. For the last six months, I have been sick and injured. I caught a cold towards the end of term 3 last year. I got better just before the school holidays and spent the first week of them in bed with the flu. I just got back to school in term 4 only to catch a gastro bug that was going around. Primary schools are Petri dishes of viruses, especially when you are a junior school teacher with little ones who need constant reminding to take their fingers out of their mouths and wash their hands. My daughter brought Covid into the household, which surprised me because I thought if it were going to happen again, it would be me bringing it in, but no. On the second to last day of school, I fell off a stool which was made for climbing, landing on my back, and spent six weeks on bed rest. Luckily, I only had lots of soft tissue damage and bruising. I could only sit at my desk for 5 minutes at the
Aeon's Point of View "Guards! Take Alarik, Rowan and Erlys into the dungeon and place them in the secure antimagic dungeons. I also want Duan, Neri and Sebille to be apprehended and declared traitors as well. They will also be placed in secure antimagic cells," order the Queen. I was reeling at what I had overheard tonight. Three Elders had conspired with Lord Umbra to overthrow my Queen. Three more underlings were also involved. It was inconceivable that anyone would want to depose the Queen and supplant her with an incompetent pawn, such as Duan or Neri. But Lord Umbra? He has always wanted control, and the veil was created because of him and his followers. He even proposed marriage to the Queen many, many years ago, which she turned down. Shortly afterwards, she met her fated mate, and they had three children. When he died protecting the border, along with other warriors, no bodies were ever recovered. I have often wondered if Lord Umbra had a direct involvement with that incide
Marc's Point of ViewThe moment we reached the edge of Charleston’s industrial district, our mood changed to serious mode. The dilapidated warehouses loomed ahead, their skeletal frames standing against the faint glow of distant city lights. The air was thick with the acrid scent of saltwater and rust, a sharp contrast to the quiet rage simmering within me.Every fibre of my being was screaming to charge in, to find Lucienne and end this nightmare, but I couldn’t afford to lose control. Not now. Not when we were this close. I glanced at Cole, who sat rigid in the seat next to me, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles were bone white. His wolf, Blaine, was barely restrained, a growl rumbling deep in his chest.“Breathe,” I murmured through the mind-link, my voice steady despite the turmoil churning inside me. It was a simple command, but it carried more weight than either of us could have anticipated. I wasn’t sure if I was reminding him or myself.The tension from us was plain to
Cole's Point of ViewThe growl of the SUV’s engine echoed my mood—low and simmering with restrained fury. A day’s drive to Charleston felt like an eternity. Every kilometre of road we travelled was one less between us and Lucienne, but it didn’t feel fast enough. Every second on the road felt like a century.My Lycan, Blaine, prowled at the edges of my mind, eager to tear into anyone who had dared harm her. The fact that we had to wait to reach her made my blood boil. Marc sat in the back seat next to me, his posture rigid and his eyes locked on the road ahead, his knuckles white as he gripped the armrest. The fire burning in his amber eyes mirrored my own.Queen Adriana sat in the front with King Daemon driving, their presence commanding yet oddly comforting. Daemon had been our anchor through this ordeal, his steady voice reminding us that charging in mindlessly would only hurt Lucienne. Gamma Ellis was quiet beside us, his jaw tight as he stared out the window.Tension crackled in
Marc's Point of ViewThe day and a half since Lucienne’s abduction had been the longest of my life. Every moment stretched like an eternity, the bond Cole and I shared with her still present but muted. Every attempt to reach her through the mind-link was met with silence. It was maddening. Cassius, my Lycan, prowled restlessly within me, his frustration mirroring my own. We were helpless, and it was tearing us apart.King Daemon and Queen Adriana had been our anchors through the chaos. King Daemon, in particular, had taken us aside, his voice heavy with a mixture of pain and understanding. “I know what you’re going through,” he said. “When Adriana was taken years ago, I thought I’d lose my mind. But rushing in blind only makes it worse. You have to trust the process. You have to trust her.”Trust. The word felt hollow when my mate was out there, suffering. But his experience was hard to ignore. Adriana had been sitting beside him, her gaze fierce yet compassionate as she nodded in agr
Cole's Point of ViewI could feel the tension in the air as we got out of the cars. It was a mess. The only positive point was that everyone was here and alive. Everyone except Lucienne. Given that our Lycans were not completely losing control, there was still hope. Hope that she was still out there, still alive.Marc mind-linked our father, urgency lacing his voice as he delivered the grim news—Lucienne had been taken. But what came next was a devastating revelation. Elizabeth and Michaela had escaped, aided by none other than Dwayne. The timing was far too coincidental, a connection that couldn’t be ignored. Whoever was behind this knew exactly what they were doing.Father also sent through half a dozen of our best trackers via a portal that Queen Adriana had created. The trackers spread out, scanning the area with the precision of trained hunters. But they had about as much luck as we had in human form. We knew the general direction they had gone, but that was it. Marc decided that
Cole's Point of ViewI could feel the tension in the air as we got out of the cars. It was a mess. The only positive point was that everyone was here and alive. Everyone except Lucienne. Given that our Lycans were not completely losing control, there was still hope. Hope that she was still out there, still alive.Marc mind-linked our father, urgency lacing his voice as he delivered the grim news—Lucienne had been taken. But what came next was a devastating revelation. Elizabeth and Michaela had escaped, aided by none other than Dwayne. The timing was far too coincidental, a connection that couldn’t be ignored. Whoever was behind this knew exactly what they were doing.Father also sent through half a dozen of our best trackers via a portal that Queen Adriana had created. The trackers spread out, scanning the area with the precision of trained hunters. But they had about as much luck as we had in human form. We knew the general direction they had gone, but that was it. Marc decided that
Lucienne's Point of ViewThe faint echo of footsteps from above stiffened me, and my senses strained for any sign of danger. Every sound in this cell was magnified—every whisper of air, every creak of the floorboards. It had been hours, maybe longer since I had last seen anyone. My body ached, and my wrists were raw from the restraints, but I forced myself to stay alert.When the door creaked open, I expected Beatrice’s manic figure or Rodney’s menacing leer. Instead, Michaela’s familiar form came downstairs, her face carefully blank but her eyes darting nervously. She carried a tray of food, the smell wafting toward me, making my stomach growl despite myself.She hesitated before crouching down to push the tray through the bottom of the bars. She moved to the box on the wall that adjusted the chains. The weight eased slightly, and I could finally lift my arms enough to rub the soreness from them.“You need to eat,” Michaela said softly, pushing the tray toward me. Her tone was quiet,
Lucienne's Point of ViewI sagged against the chains, reeling from the sting of the whip. My wrists were still tightly bound, but the slight loosening of the chains gave me a moment to catch my breath as I gasped, my chest heaving. Beatrice stood in the dimly lit cell, her body tense and poised, the whip in her hand slicing through the air with a sharp crack.Suddenly, the heavy door slammed open, and Rodney stormed in, radiating a palpable fury that seemed to charge the air around him. Without a moment's hesitation, he reached out and seized her wrist, the force of his grip causing her wrist to break, and she staggered slightly. With a swift motion, he wrenched the whip from her hand, sending it flying across the cell to land with a dull thud on the cold stone floor.Beatrice's heart raced as she met his intense gaze, realisation dawning on her that the confrontation was far from over."She's already been whipped today," he snarled. "The plan is not to kill her.""I don't care!" Beat
Lucienne's Point of ViewClio stirred. At first, it was faint—a mere flicker of warmth beneath my skin, like the distant glow of a candle struggling against the darkness. It wasn't the full return of her vibrantly strong presence, but it was enough to send a wave of relief coursing through me. For the first time since I'd been dragged into this grim, lightless cell, I felt a sliver of hope.Her energy was weak and groggy, like waking from a deep, drugged sleep, and I could sense her struggling against the lingering effects of the wolfsbane. She couldn't speak, couldn't send me her thoughts, but I felt her there—a fragile yet unmistakable connection humming faintly within me. It was proof that the activated charcoal Michaela had smuggled to me was starting to work, pushing back against the poison that had muted her.I closed my eyes and concentrated, drawing strength from that tenuous bond. Clio's presence reminded me of who I was, of the power locked away inside me. Even if she couldn
Lucienne's Point of ViewAs the sound of their retreating footsteps faded into silence, the tension holding my body upright gave way. My legs buckled, and I sank to my knees, the chains rattling softly as my arms hung limply above me. Pain radiated across my back, sharp and relentless, each breath pulling at the torn skin where the silver whip had bitten deep.For a moment, I allowed myself to feel it all—the anger, the fear, the helplessness. The weight of the situation bore down on me, pressing the air from my lungs. I clenched my fists, forcing my mind to remain clear. I couldn’t let this break me.“They’ll come for me,” I whispered, my voice cracking against the stillness of the cell. “Marc and Cole will find me.”I repeated the words like a mantra, willing myself to believe them. Marc and Cole were my mates. They wouldn’t rest until they tracked me down. The wolfsbane might dampen the bonds between us, but they were still there, faint and fragile threads that connected us. Once C