Avril's Point Of ViewAfter our love-making session, we basked in the relaxed afterglow. Although it had only been days since our last love-making session, it felt more like weeks. It was good to know we were getting back on track with our relationship.We spent the rest of the afternoon resting and talking like normal before meeting everyone for dinner. Mother wanted to go over the plans to ensure the mission would go more smoothly this time. I think almost losing Tyler made her realise that this would be harder than she thought. It did, as far as I was concerned, and I didn't want to go through that again.During dinner, Mother explained that she wanted us all to travel by portal. With the twenty-five Fae warriors coming with us, enough trusted warriors were proficient at creating portals. I hadn't realised this, and Mother had kept it silent for a reason. Creating portals was a highly sought-after skill and, in the wrong hands, could cause chaos.The next day, after breakfast, we g
Avril's Point Of View While trying to figure out what I was worried about, the Dark Fae handler let his two Skíatokoi attack before stepping back into the shadows. On the one hand, I didn't expect the handler to stay and attack a small army of a hundred warriors but to leave his creatures to die? I thought at least the handler would take Skíatokoi with him. The Skíatokoi immediately detected their enemy and advanced on the first group of fifteen warriors. The five experienced Fae warriors attacked from the front, leaving the Vampires and Shifters in their group to flank them from behind. This had been decided as the best course of action to take down any of the mutated Dark Fae. creatures we would possibly come up against. The first Skíatokos went down quickly since all warriors were armed with selēnítēs líthos. I worried about the Vampire and Shifter warriors since none had ever been up against creatures like these. There had been enough minor breaches in the past that most Fae wa
Avril's Point Of View Unsure of what to do next, I took stock of what was happening around me. The witch and warlock, Hannah and Zayne, had cast light spells to dispel the dark, murky fog created by the Dark Fae mutated creatures. The two witches, Miriam and Pania, had chanted their protection spells to keep us safe from the acidic acid the Skíatokoi were known to vomit. We knew that there were several handlers with their disgusting pets ready to attack us, but we didn't know how many warriors might be hidden or whether there was an invasion force just waiting in the darkness. Delilah stepped up and lent her power to Zayne and Hannah. I had previously learned that Delilah was one of the original witches who joined forces with Adriana and Daemon and was mated to Renée. She must have had an incredible amount of power since as soon as the light strands came off her, the entire area lit up, and there was no longer any dark fog. At that instant, a chill coursed through me, draining the
Avril's Point Of View In the aftermath of fortifying the border shield, our return journey through the portal marked the completion of our efforts. Yet, within those fleeting days, a cascade of events unfurled. With steely resolve, Mother dispatched the Dark Fae, bearing an uncanny resemblance to my father, into the confines of the prison. Following this, the seven fallen warriors were sent to the makeshift morgue hastily arranged in the infirmary. There was already a morgue, but it was not enough to handle the extra deaths. A trio of Dark Fae soldiers injured during the battle but not killed were consigned to the prison's confines as captives of war. Their wounds would receive attention, but their fates hung in the balance of forthcoming interrogation. In truth, they would be tortured if information was not forthcoming. I had so many questions that wouldn't be answered very soon. Talking to Mother about it was a priority, which I would deal with once we had settled in, showered
Avril's Point Of View Today, Mother was holding a trial of the six traitors. The captured Dark Fae were not included in this, nor was Mother making an announcement that we had captured any. She didn't want Lord Umbra to think she still had them, in the same way, she wasn't announcing we had captured Evangelos, our Father, her mate. The Dark Fae were still in antimagic cells, being tortured. I didn't think we would gain any information from torture. In the books I read while in the Mundane Realm, the widely accepted view on the effectiveness of torture for obtaining reliable information was that it was unreliable. While torture could elicit information, it was often unreliable due to the extreme duress the individual underwent. In other words, anything they told us was probably false. Besides, it was common knowledge that Lord Umbra loved to torture his own people, and his methods were horrific. I hoped that Mother would execute the captured Dark Fae, with the exception of Father a
Avril's Point Of ViewWe were finally going home.Home.As I made my way out of the grand hall, my thoughts were in a state of chaos, overwhelmed by the events of the past few weeks. The memories of those incidents were still fresh in my mind, and I couldn't shake off the unease that had haunted me ever since.Upon our arrival, all my attention was directed towards Duan and Neri as I was determined to break off my betrothal contract. However, the others were preoccupied with supporting Mother and dealing with her issues. Little did we realise that our problems were related and would involve a monumental conspiracy to oust my mother from the rightful position of the Fae Queen. It was a complex situation that required our utmost attention and effort to resolve.The protective shield that encircled our borders was a formidable force that kept the Dark Fae at bay. Now, with the collective power of all the magical beings present, it has been fortified to an unprecedented level. The shield'
Hi, all my lovely readers.Book 3 is finally finished and published. While I have started the next book, I will also be writing a side quest that really should be told first. It will provide the necessary background for Books 4 and 5. These two books are set in the future and are based around Prince Cedric and Princess Lucianne. The side quest, Dragon Princess, involves Christina, who is Daemon's younger sister.A few other side quests, stand-alone novellas involving Aurora, Evangelos, Ruby, and Lysandros, are also planned. They will happen later.I will not be posting Side Quest 1 chapters as I write them, as school report season is approaching, and I will be swamped with them. If you notice any mistakes, please leave a comment. I have endeavoured to find as many mistakes as I can, but have no doubt missed a few.
Hi everyone.Dragon Princess is finally finished, despite a few accidents, including a dented shin bone and ripped stitches. Not to mention work, with it being a production year. Glad that is over. I will be posting it here, and it will be available in book form as well. I am arranging covers for books 2 and 3 and the current one. There are another couple of side quests, which I may write at a later date, but I want to start book 4 at the end-of-year holidays.I hope you enjoy.
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