Avril's Point of View So far, throughout the early evening, it had been quiet. There were the usual sounds of night creatures. I could hear the occasional hoot of a glaukē as it hunted a sika or a mus, its silent wings aiding it. "What was that?" Tyler whispered. "It is called a glaukē. You would call it an owl," I answered. From the books I had read while in the Mundane Realm, there were equivalent nocturnal animals. The
Avril's Point Of View "Tyler!" I screamed, feeling his pain through the mate bond. As I watched in horror, time seemed to slow to a crawl, the sounds of battle fading into a deafening silence. With every fibre of my being, I reached out to him, my heart pounding with dread as I witnessed the severity of his wound. "Tyler!" I cried as I held him. "Someone help him!" He looked at me but seemed unable to answer. Through the mate bond, I could feel that he was still alive. He was in pain. So, so much pain, and I could feel it all. They must have stabbed him with a dark blade made from enchanted obsidian. A blade forged from lava, containing its heat. Any wounds from it burned. But amidst the chaos and despair, a glimmer of hope emerged. With a de
Avril's Point Of View "Prince Tyler will make it." Those magical words of hope kept me from the insanity of losing my fated soul mate. A small number of words, yet with so much importance and consequence behind them. The weight of the past few hours lifted off my shoulders. Tyler was going to be okay. I couldn't wait to see him and hold him, but I knew he needed rest. I thanked the healers, and they left to attend to other patients. I sat by Tyler's side, holding his hand and watching him sleep. He looked peaceful, his breathing steady. I couldn't help but think about what could have happened if we hadn't been able to save him. I shuddered at the thought. There was still a chance I had managed to conceive during my heat. What if I were carryi
Tyler's Point Of View This chapter covers some of the previous chapter, but from Tyler's point of view. I awoke in what looked like the Fae infirmary after being stabbed in the back. I wasn't sure what they stabbed me with, but by the Goddess, it hurt. It felt like I was burning up from within. Before I even opened my eyes, I could sense Avril was sitting beside my bed, her hand in mine. I opened my eyes to see Avril's worried face, her eyes red from crying. She tried to hide it with a smile, but I could feel the tension in her grip on my hand. "Hey," I rasped, my throat dry. "Hey, you're awake," she said, her voice trembling with relief and her eyes filling with tears. I nodded, trying to sit up but feeling a wave of dizziness wash over me. Avril gently pressed me back onto the bed, concern etched on her face. I told her through the bond that I was okay, but I could still feel her worry. "I know. I'm just so relieved that you are okay, but you need to rest, Tyler," she said s
Tyler's Point Of View As the day continued, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong. I tried to push it to the back of my mind, but it kept nagging at me, growing increasingly intense with each passing moment. My wolf, Echo, was also on high alert, his senses hyperaware of everything around us. We were back in our own apartment when Avril noticed my unease and placed a comforting hand on mine. It only made things worse. The slightest touch felt like a jolt of electricity running through my body, causing me to flinch and pull away. "What's wrong, Tyler? Are you in pain?" Avril asked, her voice laced with concern. "I'm fine," I snapped, my tone sharper than intended. "I just need some time alone to think." Avril's face fell, hurt evident in her eyes. I could feel the guilt and shame building up inside me, but I couldn't stop the wave of anger and paranoia that was consuming me. It felt like the world's weight was on my shoulders, and I struggled to keep my emotion
Avril's Point Of View This chapter covers some of the previous chapter, but from Avril's point of view. Tyler had been acting weirdly all day since returning from the infirmary. There was a block in our mate bond, and he was quick to anger. He wasn't very talkative over lunch, but he seemed cordial enough. After lunch and back in our apartment, Tyler and I sat on the couch. I hugged him and could feel the mini electric shocks we always got whenever we touched. It was what made the mate bond so incredible, having this electricity between us. I wasn't expecting Tyler to flinch and pull away. Nor was I expecting to feel rejected like this. "What's wrong, Tyler? Are you in pain?" "I'm fine," he snapped at me. "I just need some time alone to think." I thought Tyler and I had an unbreakable connection through the mate bond, but maybe I was wrong. I didn't want to make things awkward between us, so I tried to brush it off and act like nothing happened. But deep down, I couldn't help
Avril's Point Of ViewWhile sitting in the prison cell talking to Ruby, I couldn't help but notice that it was relatively clean and functional. Certainly, the bathroom was more than just a bucket in a corner. It was very different from the ones where the traitorous Elders were kept.Ruby told us how and why she was trying to escape Lord Umbra. It was an eye-opener to learn that not all Fae were evil. We were taught that all Dark Fae were followers of Lord Umbra, cast out from our society because they were evil. It never occurred to me to think about those on the other side of the border before the shield went up.She paused for a moment, then continued. "As for your problem, I don't know how to counteract the enchantment, but I suggest you talk to those witches who were with you. After all, Tyler should have died from being stabbed, and he didn't. That's not normal."We all looked at each other, realising that she might be right. If Tyler was still alive, there must be some kind of ma
Tyler's Point Of ViewI stood by the door of the spare room, unsure if I would find anything there. So far, all these noises or voices seemed to be in my head. I must be going crazy.Crazy or not, I wouldn't allow my fear to get the better of me. I just wished I could talk to Echo. He was there since I could feel his presence, but he wasn't answering me when I spoke to him. Something was preventing this from happening. I felt lost without him.Opening the door, I was surprised. Avril was sitting on the bed with tears streaming down her face. When she saw me, she jumped up and away from me. She looked scared and uncertain."How long have you been here?" I asked."I came back late last night and slept for a while," she replied."Why didn't you sleep in our bed?""I didn't want to sleep there without you."The last words Echo said to me were that I hurt my mate. Was that why he wasn't speaking to me? If me hurting her was the reason why Echo was ignoring me, I had to fix it if I wanted h
I hope you enjoyed that short story. It was rather important because it was the beginning of the Supernatural Council, which is mentioned in Book 4.Book 4: The Gamma and her two Alphas follow Princess Lucienne and is set just over 18 years into the future. Lucienne is not entirely happy being a princess and certainly is not all ladylike like her mother, Queen Adriana, wishes she was. In fact, she can be a bit of a rebel at times and pulls no punches if you piss her off. Book 4 has been started and will be posted starting January 2025.Check out my I*******m page (nikoradepressedpoet) for pictures of the latest covers. Each book will be available in paperback. I am rewriting parts of Book 1. The covers for books 4 and 5 are already designed.
Asher’s Point of ViewAndreas fell to the ground, crumpling against the cold tiles, his body barely clinging to consciousness. The fury in his eyes was still present, but it was mingled with something else—fear. “You may have won this battle, but there are others who believe in the purity of Dragonkind,” he rasped, his voice barely a whisper.His words hung in the air, a twisted echo of the truth he could no longer deny. The irony was palpable; he had sought power through a dark alliance, yet he spoke of purity as if it still held weight. He had traded the purity he claimed to uphold for power, and now, even that was slipping through his fingers.Father stepped forward with the Council behind him, his expression one of grave disappointment. “Andreas, you and your father have sown discord among our people and disgraced your family name. T
Asher’s Point of ViewMy Dragon and I were enraged by Andreas’s words describing our fated mate as a dog. Rin placed her hand against my arm, its muscles tense and coiled tightly, fists clenched in anger. Her gentle touch acted like a soothing balm, softening my clenched fist.Slowly, I felt the anger beginning to dissipate, the pressure easing as I relaxed under her calming influence. The contrast between my earlier state and this new sense of peace was palpable, reminding me of the power of our bond. There was nothing Andreas could say that would make me turn against Rin. I would rather lose my crown than be without her.The tension in the council chamber was electric as Andreas continued to spew venom, his arrogance infuriating. I could feel the Dragon within me thrumming, eager for a confrontation. “Enough!” I
Christine’s Point of ViewThe air felt thick in the chamber, as if the magic that summoned Andreas and Viggo hung around, binding us in an unseen net of tension. Viggo’s face was drawn tight, his eyes flickering with a dangerous mix of fear and rage. At the same time, Andreas’ expression remained cold and calculating. His eyes darted around the room, assessing, scheming.Andreas recovered first, straightening as if pulling on an invisible cloak of authority. “What you claim is… nonsense,” he panted, glaring at Eiríkr. Fighting the compulsion to tell the truth was taking its toll and making him sweat. “I’ve been… nothing but… loyal… to our kind. This… is a… farce!” He was panting now from the sheer exertion.Asher stood tall next to me, his ha
Christine’s Point of ViewWe slowly made our way back, twisting and turning through the enchanted passages to the awaiting Council Members. Asher had already mind-linked his father, who assured him they would be waiting. We weren’t the only ones who had news since the archiver from the Council of Witches and Warlocks had found some interesting information.The Council Chambers buzzed with a quiet intensity. Though our alliance remained steadfast, the growing unrest among the Dragon-Shifter populace threatened everything we had built. Outside these walls, whispers of dissent were rising, fueled by fear of change and manipulation by those who sought to close our society once again.Asher stood beside me, his expression grim as he explained what we found in the books. “While we have nothing concrete at this stage, if we do
Asher's Point of View"So you think he's using his own son as a pawn?" Adriana asked.Her question was answered, "I think Viggo would use anyone—blood or not—to get what he wants." I agreed with Father. This was part of the reason why I didn't want much to do with my uncle, aunt, and cousins.My grandfather had forced Father and Viggo to take chosen mates, ones he thought were acceptable for the Royal Family. Both were well-educated, refined women from noble families.My parents had at least fallen in love eventually, even if they weren't fated mates. Father had never met his fated mate, or at least, that was what he had told me. When my mother, Áslaug (AWS-lough), died, he was heartbroken but still able to function.Viggo
Asher's Point of ViewThe council chamber felt colder than it ever had before. No matter how many fires roared in the hearths or candles flickered against the heavy stone walls, a chill seemed to seep into my bones. I couldn't put it entirely down to tiredness, even though I was exhausted fighting two battles in such a short time.No. It was a combination of many things. Andreas' smirk, the flames from the explosion, and the insignia of the Purists haunted me as I sat at the table, my hands clenched so tight that my knuckles were white.Rin sat beside me, her expression hard but eyes betraying the same exhaustion and worry I felt. It had been hours since we returned from the first fight, but with the second battle, we hadn't had a moment to breathe. There was no time for rest when the Purists were gaining ground. My cousin, Andreas, was
Asher's Point of ViewAs soon as Rin and I returned from the marketplace attack, we called for an emergency council meeting. The tension in what we now referred to as the council chamber hung in the air, thick enough to cut through.The servants had been busy changing the room. It was now a place of stark contrasts. Ancient banners from each species hung from the high vaulted ceilings, their vibrant colours dulled by the weight of war. The air smelled faintly of smoke and iron, a reminder of battles past and future.Every seat around the grand, circular table was filled. Dragons, Wolves, Vampires, and the Lycan King and Queen united under one roof. Yet, for some reason, it felt as if we were all divided by the constant threat looming over us.The Purists were growing bolder, and tonight
Christine's Point of ViewThe days that followed were a whirlwind of activity. We launched joint patrols, organised public gatherings, and ensured that every species—Dragons, Wolves, Vampires, Fae—was represented. It wasn't easy. There were still plenty of sceptical people, glares, and whispered doubts. But slowly, I began to see a shift.In the streets, I saw Wolves patrolling alongside Dragons. Vampires and Fae worked alongside Dragons in the markets to keep the peace. It wasn't perfect, and tensions were still simmering beneath the surface, but it was progress. And I started feeling hopeful for the first time in what felt like forever.Asher and I stood on a balcony overlooking the domed city one evening, watching as the lights of the stronghold twinkled in the darkness of the weir. The air was cool, carrying the scent of snow from ou