Charlene was utterly confused with what she had learned. Her knees feel weak as she walks back to her room. ‘That explains the weird stares. The whispering. And that answers why my family is not contacting me. Are they abandoning me now? They are not my family? Is that why I am so different? Why my eyes were black and not purple? Is that the reason why they… then why did they treat me like their own? As if there was nothing wrong? They lied. Did they pity me?’ ‘Because I am an orphan? And a defect?’ Charlene, drowning in thoughts, went back to her room whilst ignoring the people looking around. She did not even notice that Kieffer was knocking by her window when the dark came. “Charlene!” Kieffer forced her to look at him when he noticed her staring blankly at the wall for hours. “What is it? What happened? What is wrong with you?” Kieffer asked though he already knew the answers. He had it investigated this morning after hearing gossip from his peers. He sent Adhler a message reg
Adhler stared at the portrait painting of their family when he was just three. It was the very first painting that their family commissioned for the famous artist from the Elves. That artist died the following week as if he just did his purpose of painting the family’s portrait. “You’re here. I figured you’d be here by now,” Dia entered the room. He’s holding a bottle of wine and some grapefruit. He sat on the couch near the veranda and stared at the quiet kingdom. “Since when did we grow up?” he chuckled. “I can’t believe I am a king now. I thought… I had always thought it would be you,” Dia glanced at Adhler, who remained motionless. His expression is grim as he averts his gaze to his brother. “You know how much I never wanted that,” he said, looking back at the painting again. He stares at this painting whenever he thinks deeply about something. The picture of his mother calms Adhler, and this is the only one that has remained for them. Everything that their mother possessed
“Where is Samarah?” Adhler’s eyes were on fire as he asked Kieffer of the woman’s whereabouts. Kieffer who had just woken up looked at him and shook his head, “She left yesterday,” “What?” The Lycan Prince asked. Kieffer sighed and looked at the man who looked like he had been running the whole day looking for the woman, but he would not find her. The woman he was looking for had already left for their estate yesterday. Charlene Samarah had been facing criticisms and was even suspended after she fought back. It was the first time she did that, but eyes were set on her and whatever she’d do would be used against her. And an unfair judgment was bestowed upon the woman, forcing her to leave the academy. “What the hell happened to you? Where have you been? She needed you, Prince. She needed you so bad,” “I was trying to protect her,” Prince Adhler argued. He had been avoiding her not because he does not love her, but because there are things he needed to do first in order to be there
Dia’s Point of View It had been months since I became King. I never thought it would feel this way. I have always admired my father, the Lycan King. He was a just and wise King. I had never seen a leader who would put his people above himself when it was necessary to do so. He was a great king, a good husband, and a responsible father to Adhler and me. I had never thought I’d be King at all. I know I am the firstborn and that there are things that firstborns do, but I knew the moment Adhler learned to talk that he was destined to be King. That I am destined to secure this position for his sake. But my brother has no ambition to get the throne from me at all. He had no desire to seek the crown for himself. Adler, many think that he’s nothing but a smart-ass prince who does nothing but whatever he wants. But I know better. The people under us know better. I looked at the clock and realized that it was dawn. I had been staying in this room for so long that I was not even able to
“Any word about her?” Kieffer asked a friend when he arrived at the academy. A week had passed since Charlene said she was leaving, and they had never heard a word from her. Neither her shadow showed up when they asked her in front of the Dean’s presence. “Did you not go to her family before?” Weiss entered the room. Kieffer rolled his eyes. He had been bashing the man since the news about Charlene spread out through the city. And by now, her family must have known the fact as well. It was not the reason Kieffer went to her family before. Kieffer had no intention of stepping in over other people’s business. He went there to send a letter from the Lycan King, which contents are also unknown to him. He just did what he was asked and then went back to find an empty room for the princess and an angry prince who found out that the princess left. “None of your business, you traitor,” “How dare a mere Lycan to call me a traitor?” Weiss was mad. He had been agitated since Charlene went m
“She can’t go to that forest; it’s dangerous. Not her. Not Charlene. She cannot go there! It’s dangerous. It’s dangerous!” Ms. Hoffman repeatedly said. “What do you mean by dangerous? I know that the dark forest has monsters, but the season is not dangerous enough for Charlene to—” “You don’t understand! You do not know Charlene. She’s dangerous—” Ms. Hoffman stood up and was about to get off when Keiffer followed him. “Do not follow me!” She shouted out of agitation and chaos that was going on inside her head. She could not wrap around her head how she was going to have the woman back in safety without exposing who she really was once she ran amok. “No. What do you mean she’s dangerous? I thought she was in danger!” Keiffer ran when the professor started running. He’s yet to find the answers he’s seeking, and now they are in front of the dark forest. “I told you not to follow me,” the professor’s voice changed. “I apologize, but I need you to pass out now,” “What do you mean—” B
TRIGGER WARNING!! (Violence. Some parts of the chapter contain violence that may be disturbing to some readers. Read at your own risk) In the far castle of the Werewolf King, there he stands in front of the mirror— facing himself as he had always done when he thinks of something. The King, Gonzalo Abel the Third, punched the mirror! He watched the shattered glass on the floor as his knuckles stung while blood flowed continuously within. “Your Majesty!” The newly appointed maid was startled by the sound, she rushed to the King’s side to tend to his wounds, but that was the worst decision of her life. The knights could only look away as their ruler got rid of the woman’s life. The innocent werewolf who had only wished to tend to his wounded hand dropped dead in an instant when her skin touched the King’s. The King was not satisfied with the maid having her neck slit, almost detaching her head from her body… the king threw her to the floor and kicked her stomach repeatedly until her i
Prophecies had always been something that people of different races believed in for thousands of years. Something that could be heard by the highest priest or written in a holy scroll found in the temple… it had taken different forms for different occasions. Lycans had been one of the most devoted when it comes to these prophecies, not because they are blinded by the benefits it had showered them through the years, but because they are almost to some point blindly following the Moon Goddess and her plans to the Lycans. And this time again, they believe that the Moon Goddess is showing them something to overturn all the atrocious happenings in the kingdom ever since the late king passed away. “A prophecy?” King Dia scoffed when he first heard of it. If there was someone who had always questioned the prophecies written, it would be this young King who believed that though prophecies are there to give a warning, it should be up to the descendants what to do with it. “This is not a lau