The sun beat down on them as they rode their way to an unknown place. They had bid farewell to the tribe at daybreak and set off towards their next destination.Overnight everything had changed for Elizah. The revelation of his true identity was life-altering for him. Now his only purpose was to wreak vengeance on all those who slaughtered his family without an ounce of mercy. He will wipe those vermins out and establish his dominance. They wanted power. He will show them what power is. Marcus should have killed him while he could.It was him against the world now. If anyone dared to come between him and his goal, he will destroy their very existence.He glanced at his mate who was wiping at her forehead. Beads of sweat bejeweled her face, her features were twisted in exhaustion and still she was the most beautiful woman for him. His only anchor was this woman, Sabrina. His support system, his life line. This whole damn world can go to hell and he wouldn't care as long as he had her
The training Herons made Elizah undergo could only be described as unrelenting. From the dusk till dawn, Elizah was training. According to the former war-chief, they had no time to spare. The time was upon them and they had to seize the opprotunity before it slipped past them. Elizah was equally keen on training. He fought the blistering heat, the furious rain, the raging storm, and continued to train. It wasn't an easy feat, far from it. The worst part of it all was the shifting and learning to fly. Shifting required a lot of strength. His whole body would suffer the impact. His insides scorched, bones ached everytime he shifted. But despite all the pain and suffering, he soldiered on. He was hell bent on bringing hell upon those who ruptured his family like some toy.It wasn't just his training but Sabrina's too. Every night he returned home with new bruises. She would tend to them after their meal and he would fall asleep in her arms. This had become a routine. Even though they w
The sheer force of his thrust knocked the air out of her lungs. She stilled, her eyes glossed over while his fervor only soared like formidable sea waves. He pulled all the way out and slammed back in, causing her whole body to jerk. Her face contorted in pain and she let out slew of fractured moans as he pounded into her without holding back. Even though she looked in pain, her pussy squeezed him like her life depended on it. The bed creaked under their moving weight singing a duet with the sound of their body smacking together.He was so huge, so enormous it was almost scary. He could easily crush her to powder and she wouldn't be able to do anything to stop him. He could do whatever he wished to do with her. But all he ever did was worship her body. He took her to places she didn't know existed. "Aaaahhh," she moaned as he bit into her jaw while pushing deeper. Sweat clung to their body, making their skin shine under the soft moonlight. Soft cool breezes floated outside the window
She wished sun never rose so he wouldn't have to leave her. But, ofcourse, it was just her wistful thinking as the sun did rise and Elizah left. The man who defined her existence had left to fulfil his duty. She stayed behind with his memories. How romatic the last night was. The whole night they stayed awake, tracing fingers, stealing kisses while his manhood kept her nailed to his bed. His passion for her had broken all the limits last night. He had taken her like savage, repeatedly so. Once, twice..thrice...she had lost count of how many times he had made love to her, sometimes gentle, sometimes rough. The only thing she could understand and feel was his manhood moving in and out of her at a relentless tempo. She had felt his desperation in the way he had pulled her closer, explored her, and held her close to his chest. He didn't want to leave either.In moments like this, she wished they were just common people. Life would have been so much easier then. He wouldn't have to leave
"Silence," the King roared from his seat. His eyes glaring hard into Elizah's. Elizah smirked, sending his message across quite clearly. He was here to take what belonged to him. "What proof do you have?" his venomous little eyes were fixed on Elizah but the question was directed to Herones. "Proof is my royal blood, uncle. It carries our legacy. But if you insist on proof then I must show you my dragon," he replied coolly. The crowd was still in state of shock. Allain made no comment. Everyone waited with bated breath as Elizah crouched. He bent his head and closed his eyes. A small sparkle erupted from between his brows before it spiral into an enormous ball of energy and swallow Elizah like a tornado, soon cocooning his body in a blinding white light. The sound of bone cracking resonated in the air before an earth-shaking hiss split through the sky. The light begin to fade, revealing the mightiest creature behind it. The onlookers felt their heart in mouth when they glance
"Take this tray to Queen Georgia's room. Keep your head down and gaze on the floor. I don't want to hear any complains. Have I made myself clear?" the head-maid, Zaira, warned Sabrina in an imposing tone. Sabrina nodded her head while keeping her head low. The head-servant was a woman of small stature full of haughty air. And for some reason she didn't like Sabrina. "Now scram. We don't have all day. You have to clean the ball room after this," Zaira told her. 'Yes," Sabrina replied. Zaira assessed her with a hard glint in her eyes. The new girl was obedient and meek but there was something about her that wasn't sitting well with Zaira. Her aura was different. Much more potent then she pretend to be. She was way too pretty to be a peasant. No peasant womb can birth a beauty like her. Sabrina took the tray from the counter and turned to head towards queen Georgia's room. She was here for two days and was yet to get even a glimpse of him. Elizah seemed out of herreach now. However
Dragon's lavish way of life exceeded werewolves by many points. From servants to the ruler, they all possessed an air of supremacy. They knew they are the mightiest creature and no other species can hold their ground against them, much less humans. Sabrina was nothing but a powerless human to them. The useless daughter of a dead witch who can't do magic. If only they knew how powerful she was. She would have appreciated the decorations if not for her broken heart. It didn't look like the ballroom she had cleaned last night. Thye had changed it into something far more beautiful. It was beyond her as to how they managed to turn it over into something so beautiful in just a day. She was wearing a red plain gown just like all the other servants. She had also put on red veil as Zaira had instructed to all the servants. The guests began to trickle in and before they knew, the hall was buzzing with people. Sabrina and other servants were rushing off their feet, taking and delivering orders
He surprised her by wounding his arm around her waist and pulling her into his front. She could only gasp as her back collided against his taut chest. The sparks sinewed through their being at the contact. Elizah let out a satisfied grunt from the back of his throat whereas Sabrina gulped. He lowered his face to her shoulder and began peppering kisses along the length of her neck. Sabrina's breathing quickened. He licked up her neck, earning a moan. Her sweet moan breathed life into his repressed desire, they roared like just awoken beast. The man turned her around, yanked the veil off her face and tossed it somewhere in the room. His eyes roamed hungrily over her face before he grabbed the back of her hand and crashed his lips onto hers. He walked her backward and pushed her up against the cold wall while kissing the daylight out of her. Sabrina loacked her arms around his neck and kissed him back with equal fervor. She was a putty in his arms. Her insides were quaking with thrill. H