Christine's Point Of View
"Let me mark you and love you forever," Asher entreated me.
"I would like that," I whispered. I wanted him so much, but until now, he hadn't made a move. I wasn't sure if he was holding off because of my overbearing brother or if he wasn't genuinely interested in me. Just because we were fated to each other didn't mean it would be a perfect relationship.
Asher put one arm around my waist and held me close. His other hand caressed my cheek and chin. At his touch, the tingle of mini electric shocks swept across my skin, right to my core. Mother had once described what it was like, but her description didn't even come close to reality.
The touch of Asher's hand increased my arousal, my core dripping in response. I felt like I would combust if he didn't do something soon
Agatha's Point Of ViewFor centuries, I had kept my distance from shifters. The wounds inflicted by Ralph's betrayal had never fully healed, and my heart had become encased in a fortress of mistrust and sorrow. Yet, as I spent more time with Daemon and Adriana, the Royal Pack's leaders, I found the walls I had so carefully constructed beginning to crack.My days at the Royal Pack started to blend together in a comfortable routine. Each morning, I would wander through the lush gardens surrounding the castle, the vibrant colours and sweet scents offering a soothing balm to my weary soul. It was during one of these morning strolls that Daemon first approached me, a curious glint in his eye."Good morning, Agatha," he greeted me warmly. "I hope you're finding everything to your liking here."I no
Asher's Point Of ViewI had been with our pack for a few weeks now, and during that time, we had been focusing on finding out if Rin had any latent elemental magic. It had been tough for her, and at times, based on her emotions, I was sure she thought there wasn't a smidgen of magic talent within her.Today, we were going to a picnic spot beside the lake on the Silver Wolf Pack side. The place is incredibly serene and beautiful. The Silver Wolf Pack side offers stunning views of the tranquil waters and lush green surroundings. It's a perfect spot to unwind and enjoy nature's beauty. The calming sounds of the water and the refreshing breeze make it an ideal setting for a relaxing day out.I wanted her to focus on the fire element, as I was so optimistic about it, annoyingly so, as she told me. We had been out here for about two hours. Jus
Christine's Point Of ViewPacking for the trip to the Mountain Weir was both exciting and nerve-wracking. I stood before my wardrobe, a myriad of emotions swirling within me. The anticipation of meeting King Drake, my great-grandfather, Aldrik, and the unknowns of Asher's home made it hard to focus. Rows of clothes hung neatly, yet I felt utterly at a loss."Asher, what should I pack?" I asked, my voice tinged with uncertainty. I glanced over my shoulder at him, hoping for some guidance. "What will it be like there?"Asher walked over, his presence always a calming force. He smiled, his eyes filled with warmth and reassurance. "It'll be colder on the journey since we're nearing winter," he explained, gently taking my hand. "There'll already be snow in the mountains."He led me to the window,
Christine's Point Of ViewIt was lunchtime on the second part of our journey, and we stopped by the roadside to stretch our legs and eat a light lunch. This would be the last stop until we reached the Mountain Weir. It was known in the ancient tongue of Dragonese as Fjallvirki.(Pronunciation: FYAT-tl-veer-kee)Asher was teaching me their native language, which was still predominantly spoken in the Weir, although English had been learnt by the highly educated and those families who had family members whose job it was to navigate the human world.The golden light of the afternoon sun bathed the rugged mountains surrounding us as our group finally reached the entrance to the Weir. The sight that greeted us was nothing short of magnificent - an ancient stone temple seamlessly integrated
Christine's Point Of ViewOur first night in what would be my new home was exciting, to say the least. We shared intimate moment after intimate moment. Asher and I shared what we felt, both emotional and physical sensations, with the mate bond wide open to each other, so each act of love was a beautiful expression of the deep connection and affection we felt. Every touch and glance conveyed love and trust, creating an atmosphere of warmth and closeness.Whether on the bed, shower, or spa, we moved together gently, each gesture a silent promise and a testament to our bond. In our private space, we experienced a profound sense of unity, feeling closer to each other than ever before. This intimate exchange strengthened our relationship, leaving us feeling cherished and deeply connected.Despite being awake throughout much of the night, we j
Christine's Point Of ViewJust when all seemed lost, and I thought I couldn't hold on any longer, the doors burst open with a deafening crash. The sudden noise startled my attacker, and he loosened his grip enough for me to give one last kick with everything I had.It was enough. Released from the death hold around my neck, I crumpled to the floor. Two men came into the room, yelling in Dragonese. It was all so confusing and frightening. Gasping for breath, I shuffled backwards away from the fray. I pushed myself between two chairs, scared and in hiding.It could have been seconds or maybe minutes, but I was vaguely aware of Asher, Adam, Charlotte, and several guards rushing into the room. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Asher's eyes, filled with rage and fear, locked onto mine.Before anyone could reach me, the attacker shouted something in Dragonese and then, with a swift motion, he swallowed a pill. The second man, who had been holding a knife, did the same. They both c
Asher's Point of ViewThe moment I saw Rin crumpled on the floor, struggling for breath, something inside me snapped. Rage and fear, an inferno within, drove every action and thought. I held her in my arms, vowing silently that I would not rest until I had eliminated every single Purist responsible for this attack.Now, with Rin resting and the immediate threat dealt with, my mind turned to vengeance. The attack wasn't just an assault on her; it was a declaration of war against our very existence. The Purists had crossed a line, and there would be no forgiveness."Father, we need to talk," I said, my voice barely controlled. I had asked him and the others to remain behind once I had put Rin to bed. Two Dragon-Shifter warriors were outside the door, accompanied by two Wolf-Shifter warriors. Despite this, I was not going to leave her on he
Asher's Point of ViewThe state visit with Daemon and Adriana became longer than initially planned. They had originally intended to stay a maximum of a week, but it was not just a visit to meet long-lost family anymore. The most important thing in my mind was the mating ceremony between Rin and me. That would be happening later this evening. Right now, we were awaiting visitors.I was standing at the grand entrance of our Weir, watching the arrival of emissaries from the Fae, Vampire, and other Shifter communities. I felt a sense of purpose and resolve I'd never felt before. This wasn't just about revenge anymore; it was about building a future where Rin and all our people could live without fear.I turned to Rin, who was standing beside me, her hand tightly gripping mine. "We can do this. You know that, right?" I ask, my voice low and s
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