“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
“He’s the Pope?” “What? He’s part of the temple?” “No way! I thought His Grace was just cursed by being in a child’s body–” “Watch what you say about His Holiness!” “Right, do you want your tongue to get cut off before you could see your daughter being born? Tsk, We were fooled, do not let this be something to break our foundation!” “If he’s part of the temple, then all our business— hjsdjfi” Another elder filled the man’s mouth with bread before he could spill more dirt about themselves. Dia could only laugh at them while he got himself entertained by the chaos that the revelation brought. “You do not seem too surprised, brother,” Adhler asked in a whisper. Dia smiled at him and shrugged his shoulders. “I might have overheard Elder Yulo pray before though his personality clearly makes us believe that he’s no man of the Goddess. Now, I understand, and all the pieces are in place. I have been really curious before. “Silence!” The young priest beside His Holiness shouted as t
Adhler’s Point of View A month before the prophecy that Yulo claimed to be false. “What do you mean we’ll oppress the elders? Are you out of your mind? You just sat on the throne! You recently earned the crown! Do you think they’d just let you take their power from them? —” “I am not saying I’m doing it now!” Dia shouted back. I looked at him with even more confusion. Then why is he telling it to me now when he’s not planning to do it any time soon? And what does he mean by doing it by himself? Seriously, something had changed with my brother ever since our father died. And I could not understand what it was! I left the room in a fury. I should walk away before I say more things that I’d regret. He is my King now. And though I hate to do things that he’d command me, there is no way I will oppose him. After all, I am a prince before I am his brother. I was about to leave the castle when I saw his wife walking by the garden. I joined her, and Laura was a little startled to see me
Adhler’s Point of View Back to the month before the execution of the Lycan King’s judgment… “I was his wife before I was a Queen, Prince Adhler,” Laura told me. I stared at her for a little while. “And I hope you think the same way. You are born royalty, and I would never understand the pressure from early childhood,” “You do not even know what I do,” “But I know you. You are not an irresponsible man. You love your family and this nation. You admire your brother at some point. I know you value others more than you value yourself… that is who you are, Prince,” Laura firmly talked like she could see the dark soul I had hidden inside myself. I looked away and smiled, the one I usually put on. I stood up and offered her a hand. “It appears I have wasted your time, Queen,” “Not at all, Prince Adhler,” she smiled at me and accepted my hand to help herself up. “Not at all,” I was about to walk away when she called me again, “Adhler…” I glanced. It’s not every day that I hear her say my
“We cannot let him like this! No. This is unacceptable! This is not what— this is n-not how it should end for us! No. No!” An elder shouted. All the other elders agreed with him. “What do you think is going to happen now? What should we do if things get even more out of hand? Should we seek for their help?” Another elder asked. The people in the room went quiet. “Come on! What is with the sudden quiet? I know they are not the best when it comes to this, but should we just let that arrogant king have his way? Salvacion is out. You saw how he slit the poor old man’s throat as if he was slicing meat!” “He’s right. We should do something about this. I heard the King is leaving tomorrow for a delegation to the east. We should do it tomorrow before everything get out of hand,” “Are you all out of your mind? Do you really think no one would suspect us if he suddenly passed?” an elder pointed out. He stood up and went in front. “And who are you? This is the first time we have seen you he