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House of the Wolves Chapter 1
“Flavian is the man of my dreams! From being a brilliant Alpha to also being a gentleman to everyone.” I dreamily sighed. “How I would trade everything to be his mate.”My eyes caught my lady’s maid softly shaking her head in the mirror as she did my hair. My brows furrowed as I ask, “You doubt me, Ellie?”“It’s just that—“ she sighs. “Most girls, if not all, envy your position, Princess. They would die to live your life. Who would’ve thought their Princess dreams of being in another person’s shoes?”A small smile cracked my face. As I checked myself out in the mirror, I saw the person Ellie was talking about. Dressed in a peach dress that could’ve fed a family for a year, with accessories that could’ve fed them for longer. A carefully styled updo with a pretty tiara placed on top. A Princess who yearns for something less than what she already is.“She’s not satisfied, it means.” A voice appeared from the door. Ellie and the rest of my lady’s maid turned to look at the person and imme
House of the Wolves Chapter 2
The first time I laid my eyes on Flavian Fauntleroy was a mere few fortnights ago.It was at the annual Assembly, where leaders and their families from all houses gathered to discuss the realm’s issues. I was not the Princess with the best social skills, nor was I known to be amiable or approachable. But that night, he was the first to come to me.I always thought of myself to be a wallflower. Because that was what my sisters called me. I may be the prettiest out of all of us, but I was also the dullest. My line of gentlemen wasn’t as long as my sisters, because I could not offer as much personality as them.But he saw me and walked up to me.“Your Highness.” He curtsied. There it was. The swoon-worthy sky-blue eyes stared at me like I was the most precious person he’d laid his eyes on. He smiles at me and I return it, utterly caught in a daze. For someone like me, who was not a fan of shallow conversations, I enjoyed our conversation that revolved around astrology, geography, and gee
House of the Wolves Chapter 3
“You are making the biggest mistake yet, Akira.”What a warm, pleasant greeting from my least favorite sister. I let out a long, exhausted sigh. I believe the palace will not give me a rest tonight, after hearing about my actions at the House of the Wolves.“Werewolves, really? And without even consulting Father?” She sneers. Her lady’s maids were whispering behind her. Mine were awfully quiet, to my surprise. I doubt they haven’t been gossiping before I returned.“Why not werewolves? They are strong, formidable allies. The most ferocious in all the realms,” I defend, raising a brow at her. She huffs.“Most ferocious and barbaric. They’re the most dangerous House in all the realms! What were you thinking?”“What is this commotion?” Aesira asks, nearing us. Our other sisters followed suit. Great. I have yet to make it to my chambers and I’m already being bombarded in this random hall of the palace.“There is a strange rumor going around. I ought to have it verified by your own tongue,
House of the Wolves Chapter 4
“The 4th Princess of the United Realms, first of her name, Lady of the Tengyan Sea, her Royal highness Akira Mair.”The heavy double doors creaked open after they announced my entrance. I curtsy upon meeting the King’s gaze and slowly walked towards him, testing the waters. Is he mad? Rightfully so. Will he stop me? Perhaps. Why is he wearing a blank face? I do not know.Leaning back on his iron throne, a magnificent chair with spikes that could pierce an entire nation and the very spikes that keep said nation afloat. The spikes sharpened every day by its owner. The King. My father.Who, unsurprisingly, gives me attention only a handful of times a year. I dare say I crave it, but it’s enough to be given even one, knowing I share his attention with eight other sisters and, oh, an entire realm.“Your majesty.”I curtsy once again as soon as I get to the proper distance. I kept my eyes on the floor. It is not proper etiquette and my etiquette governess may scold me for it, but I feel his
House of the Wolves Chapter 5
Once the blanket of night has thickened and the moon has peaked, the cloaked man leaves his manor in the middle of the woods. His heavy feet leave deep prints on the damp soil, and his dark cloak rides the wind with every move. Yet despite all his weight, he moved swiftly and was light on his feet; hinting that a mighty fighter hides behind the baggy cloak. Under his hood he hides a beastly pair of raven eyes, glinting with mischief under the moonlight. Whenever he leaves his manor, the entire pack shudders to think what the crazy beast has behind his mischievous eyes.He was known by multiple names and titles, and he lives up to dutifully: the mad dog of the House of the Wolves, Flavian’s disgrace of a brother, the curse of the Fauntleroys, and so many more. He is the living big bad wolf in human fairytales. He is the nightmare, the unhinged, and the cursed.But the first name he was ever given, was Fenrir. Fenrir Fauntleroy.A magnificent babe then, the first of his name, and was a
House of the Wolves Chapter 6
“You cannot exile me. You will be dishonoring the late Alpha. Do you fall short on comprehension?” Fenrir was releasing steam from his nostrils as he held back as much as he could from throwing a punch at the sagging face of the elder, wrinkled and unpleasant like a rat carcass.“The people are terrorized and you ‘fall short’ on the ideal Alpha’s traits that you should be practicing now that you hold responsibility over an entire pack,” he retaliated, using his own words against him. “You killed what you should protect. You banned what you should nurture. You kept luxury to yourself. Not only are you a tyrannical leader, you are also merciless and selfish. You are not what an Alpha should be. Thus the council has judged the rightful punishment that you will face. Exile. Eternal ban from ever crossing the borders of our territory, of ever coming into contact with anyone in the pack.”Exile.The word echoed in his mind.At 18, Fenrir would go on to make his name known and feared across
House of the Wolves Chapter 7
The blanket of the night provided cover for the hackney’s journey. The hooves of the hackney and its wooden wheels clashing with the rough terrain were the only sounds that broke the stillness of the night. It had been a few hours, and I am sure we were nearing our destination. My heart is hammering though my expression shows otherwise. My hands and feet are cold but I’d like to think it is just because of the temperature in this territory.I knew this was improper.I knew this was wrong.But I’ve already taken it this far. I cannot turn back now. I could only hope Ellie is doing a magnificent job covering me.“We are here, lady,” the coach yelled before the carriage came to a halt and the specks of dust settled on the ground. I raised the curtains of the small windows and found ourselves blatantly in front of the borders of the wolves' territory. I unconsciously gulped, seeing and feeling the dangers that I could feel were lurking within. This was my first time seeing it at night, an
House of the Wolves Chapter 8
I did not know how I made it to the House unscathed and alive in the company of Fenrir Fauntleroy, but I did and I will eternally be grateful to the Moon Goddess for it. We did not speak at all. There was a barrier between us, made of a mix of tension and fear, that anyone would be able to notice. I was grateful that he kept his silence. His silent company took me to the House and led me inside. The patrol were alarmed by his presence, but he would quietly redirect their eyes to me using simple gestures and they would back up. Like me, quiet but tense. Perhaps I looked like a hostage next to him. He opened the door and led me inside. He left me in a sitting room while he went to get his brother, saying, “He is hideous when not put together. I’ll get him and make him look presentable, at least.”So I waited. Sat in the velvet settee in my breeches and unrecognizable disguise. This would be the first time he’d see me without my gown, my jewelry, my silky smooth hair, and my porcelain
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House of the Wolves Author's Note
Well, you've flipped to the last page of this book. Thank you for seeing it to the end with me. I'm sorry for the errors. I will edit it diligently now that I've completed it. Please leave your thoughts in the reviews! I'd really appreciate it, constructive or negative! I'll read it all. ^^ Love, zav
House of the Wolves Special Chapter: The Aftermath
Spring has arrived. Its breeze welcomed the new blooming flowers in the flower shops, the redolence of the Capital’s symbolic flower, a daisy, circulating down the streets of the city. It was the perfect weather for a festival, a rather young festival only celebrated for three years.Amid the bustling townspeople, a young girl wandered around, her simple straw slippers softly hitting the cobblestone as she glanced around seemingly lost, eventually stopping in front of the flower shop to admire the daisies. Her wide, curious eyes neared the daisy and sniffed it, sighing at its alluring scent.The old man running the shop spots the young girl, wearing nothing but a humble dress and straw slippers, visibly a farm girl. He smiles, plucking a daisy from its bunch. He hands it to the girl who looks up at him, surprised.“Happy cleansing day, lassie.”“Eh?”He chuckles at the girl’s tilted head with confusion spelled out on her face.“Don’t ‘ya know what day is today?”“Uh-uh.” She shakes he
House of the Wolves Chapter 90
“She’s taking too long, is she not?” Flavian wonders aloud as they look up at the sky, violent and storming with frequent flashes of lightning and thunder. It had been thirty minutes since they took to the sky. The vampires and trolls are all absorbed and rotting in the clearing, ending the battle. But they were still yet to see even the two’s silhouettes in the sky.Beside him, Fenrir was frowning quietly. He could not feel her. Something… or someone, was intercepting the bond.“What if the purification failed? Will she be alright?” Phaedra worriedly asks and turns to her mother. “Does it really take this long, Mother?”Priscilla crossed her arms, a similar frown on her face. “Let us wait a while longer. It is no easy feat, but I believe in her. What do you say, Fauntleroy?”Two ears perked in her direction. She clears her throat and clarifies, “The older one.”“What?”“Do you still feel your mate?”Only the rustling leaves of the trees answered her. All heads sharply turned to him a
House of the Wolves Chapter 89
My mind drifted back into the discussion we shared between the advisors, before everything.“Thank you. I’m feeling well enough to hunt down the plague again.” She meets everyone’s eyes. “But I doubt I’ll get lucky and find it at the first forest I go to. Do you have any ideas where it would likely be?”And just like that, the table was open for discussion.The hunt for the plague continues.“How about this?” I pitch in. Expectant eyes meet mine as I continue, “We take a different approach. If I absorb any more, I’m afraid I will explode.”“That is realistically possible,” Priscilla confirms, and my face blanches.“Then, what approach do you have in mind, Your Majesty?” The generals ask after darting a narrowed glance at the retired priestess.I shrug. “Anything that would not include me having to ingest any more power is preferable.”It’s true. I felt like puking the day after I absorbed the plague. It was like eating a dirty cloth, with all the corrupted souls it absorbed. It was no
House of the Wolves Chapter 88
“Aren’t you tired?” I ask, my eyes warily scanning him from head to toe. He really is here. Right in front of me. In the flesh.That same tall, slender, build with a ghastly white complexion and gravity-defying black hair.The same man in my dreams—nightmares, rather.He looked as if he was swallowed by darkness, with the smoke all around him. He was a terrifying opponent. But I was not one to back down. I bared my fangs and summoned Celeste’s eyes, making mine slit and glowing a brighter purple. If I could, I would’ve sneered and tested the firmness of his will, just to see if I could do to him what I did to my past enemies.Hearing my question, a slow grin spreads out on his face, sending goosebumps down my spine. I felt Flavian flinch from my left.He spoke, his voice thick and yet silky smooth as if he hadn’t been around for centuries.“The pursuit to a peaceful world is a tedious task, thus one must not feel lethargic.”I narrow my eyes at him. “Pursuit to a peaceful world? You m
House of the Wolves Chapter 87
Expert bodies move out of the way with a smooth tilt of their body, easily evading a lethal charge to the shoulder. Xiao’s murderous glare pinned on the vampire that dared to charge at him.“How foolish,” he remarks and brutally stabs its chest with his wooden staff’s pointy end.Despite the chaos that ensues around him, he keeps his cool demeanor and composure as he breezes through the swarm of enemies that outnumbered them. Realizing a stab to the heart that was long done pumping would not kill the vampire off, he calls for the attention of the wicked witch on his back.“Do finish off this one, Priscilla.” He flings the vampire overhead, using the poor soul’s attempt to charge on him another time as momentum to take him flying.She scoffs from behind and he could already imagine a scowl on her face.“You cannot even finish a mindless vampire? Tsk. This is why I do not desire to live too long,” she says just as the ground that the vampire landed on was scorched. There was no need to
House of the Wolves Chapter 86
The crisp leaves of the Witches’ Forest greeted us as we arrived, the rich, wide forest being the place we theorized would house the world’s oldest living plague. It made sense. This forest was rich with the energy of the witches, and the coven was temporarily abandoned for the sole reason that the plague was strongest in the forest.Priscilla told me during our meeting that the number of victims in the coven never decreased when the rest of the world did. When I absorbed a fraction of the plague’s strength and weakened it, I thought it gave the world a few weeks of respite. But it never reached the coven.After learning about it, guilt gnawed at my stomach. I immediately ordered the witches and their families to seek refuge in the palace, where the rest of the witches I took to war were. Now, we arrive at a barren coven in the middle of a dark, ominous forest pulsing with energy.I could feel the earth’s power in my veins. Pulsing. Throbbing. Like a streak of power terrorizing my blo
House of the Wolves Chapter 85
It was a quiet, sunny day for the palace.It was on that quiet and sunny day that the Queen’s advisors were summoned into the meeting hall. They quietly shuffled inside, Priscilla meeting Xiao’s eyes. She observes him. They had not crossed paths in the castle for weeks. She, preoccupied in the witches’ tower and he, cooped up in the archives. The two places were almost on opposite ends of the palace. And yet he looked no different.Xiao feels her gaze and turns her way. He raises an inquisitive brow and she shuts him off with a roll of her eyes. The man, confused, tilts his head. Quietly, they occupy their spots on the right and left of the end of the table, where the Queen’s seat was. That was and had always been their position—they are the left and right hand of the monarch.Two of the most unique hands, at that.All advisors rose at the arrival of the Queen.She wore a modest gilded purple gown with simple gown shoulder caps that drape to her back. Her humble tiara sat atop her bra
House of the Wolves Chapter 84
“Don’t you look pathetic down there?”Her sarcasm was spot on, her voice crystal clear.Perhaps he truly is nearing his demise. He yearned a little more of her tonight than usual.He waited for the pain of Rognac’s vicious bite, but it never came. It must’ve tripped or something because Flavian heard rustling and struggling. However, when Rognac growled and his heavy claws fumbled on the wooden floor as if lunging, the pain still did not come. And he heard her voice again.“Will you continue to pathetically lay there?”Puzzled, Flavian flutters his eyes open. And the scene before him just felt… impossible. As if he was hallucinating. He gaped at the situation for a while, belatedly registering to him that they were in the middle of a life-or-death situation.Against Rognac was Phaedra, in all her petite glory. She looked at an ant next to Rognac’s giant form. Yet she could still hold her ground as specks of dust of magic floated around her, her hair floating, and her hand up against R
