On one tragic night, a creature of the night flew through the forest, his big size nowhere to be seen and only a strong gust of air remaining in his path. He need not waste any more time coming here. The circumstances of the Princess fueled his stamina to run from the South to the Northeast of the continent where the pack is. He was still in disbelief.How could Flavian let all these things happen? Is he in some kind of crisis? Is he suffering from something? Did they do something to him?As Fenrir got lost in his thoughts, soon enough, his fury overtook him. His already black slit eyes were slitted more in anger and his wolf breezed through the forest, knowing the place like the back of his hand. Though, there was something new. He faced a tall wall, no less than ten feet, by the edge of the woods. He looked up at it before snarling and charging head-first into the wall.Has Flavian been busy with this? To hell with that. His Luna is in danger yet his attention is on his territory.O
Warmth and solitude surrounded me as I lay on a soft mattress, an almost cloud-like surface. Every breath I took was no longer painful. I did not have pains in the throat, nor aching ribs that slowed my breathing. I for once felt weightless, painless… soulless.My eyes fluttered open and flinched to see light after being used to the dark for weeks.I sat upright as my hands slowly massaged my neck, looking for remnants of the pain I once bore. There was none. My neck was perfectly fine.“A-Ah,” I vocalized. My brows rose in pleasant surprise after hearing my voice.Just then, my eyes wandered around. It was an odd place. I knew no place like this. A white asylum, only broken by the garden to the right. It seemed like a beautiful garden, vibrant green everywhere, just like the garden I used to frequent in the palace. Butterflies fluttered around, bees switched from one flower to another, and birds chirped while perched in tree branches. The garden was alive.I walked to the garden, hop
Once the glow died down, her eyes slowly fluttered open.“I swear, on God, if you’re a demon now, I’ll regret saving you,” were his first few words to the newly awakened woman. Contrary to his words, he didn’t believe she was demonized, but something changed inside her. And he was determined to find out.“Selene,” she whispered almost incoherently, her gaze on him still dazed and unfocused.“What?”She blinks repeatedly. Then frowns. “Why are ‘you’ here?”“As far as decorum and etiquette go, I think you’re quite horrible at expressing gratitude to your saviors,” he scowls. “Though, if you tell me what demonic possession happened to you, mayhap I can consider that as you expressing gratitude.” He slyly attempted to get information, unable to hide his smug expression. He stopped himself from smirking when it was her turn to scowl, irked by his assumption.Ah, this was fun. He thought.“I am not possessed by a demon,” she says, her frown deepening. “I don’t exactly know what happened…”“
The next time I woke up, I was alone in the cabin. I looked out the window, only to see endless snow falling on the forest. The firewood was softly crackling in the furnace, yet he was nowhere to be found.This gave me time to organize my thoughts alone.I must find out the prophecy. The Goddess said only I can unearth the prophecy to heal the lands from the plague. If I don’t, it will not stop until every last race is extinct. The responsibility brought upon me gave immeasurable burden that is now weighing me down. How could I go from promenading the courtyard every morning, drinking tea, and plotting how to catch my father’s attention to now being hunted down by my sisters, and apparently reborn as a being blessed by a Goddess with the responsibility to save the world?And all those sufferings, all those misfortunes, they were all destiny’s scheme to test my resilience to become what I am now? How ridiculous. How foolish I must’ve looked!I could not even start to worry about my per
Indeed…it is not impossible. However, the mere thought of me becoming a cruel, beastly predator sends shivers down my spine. I had never once imagined becoming one of them—I just wanted to be accepted by them.“B-But…the Goddess never told me about that,” I murmured.“Then, can you explain to me what you talked about in detail?”I looked up at him, searching his eyes for any malice, any ulterior motive. I found none. I hesitated for a long while until I finally decided to share them with him. His frown deepened as I reiterated our prophecy and when I finished, he scoffed.“Even I doubt destiny’s choice. Why would they pick this sensitive, validation-deprived, and miserable human for such a mission?” My brows furrowed, utterly offended by the pure truth he spoke. “They could’ve picked me. Then again, mayhap they had to find someone who’d choose to sacrifice themselves for the realms. I am the last on that list.”“I…am also hesitant about why I am the chosen one.”“Mayhap they chose you
The pack was welcomed with an uproar early in the morning when five dead bodies greeted the servants in the Luna’s bedchambers. What’s more, is that the Luna herself is missing. Everyone’s faces were tinted with fear, every action wary and vigilant, every hushed whisper almost always concerned with how the palace will react. This cannot be a matter that they can sweep under the rug.Where is the Princess? Is she kidnapped? Is she still alive?It was a sensitive day for the House.Like last time, the Alpha returned in a rush from overseeing the walls in the borders, where he missed all of last night’s events. He was just as guilty as he was before, but he was quick to react to the situation. Rumor had it Phaedra D’Arcy cried in the Luna’s room and apologized over and over to the missing Luna. Ellie, the Princess’s personal maid, shared a witness’s account of the events where all the rumors sparked.She said it was a sister’s feud, that one of the Princess came with sorcerers with the i
As he watched over the white werewolf curiously wandering around the woods, he could not help but cross his arms and compare her to the girl in their first interaction. From an angel, now to a creature closer to the devil than the angels. Her halo’s now cracked, her white wings stained by blood. She gets more and more evil the more she’s attacked. He cannot imagine her lending a hand to a wounded pup anymore. He could imagine her better with violence in her eyes rather than mercy. And they will never be those kids again. He should also stop seeing her as the only pure good this world has—because look what the world does too those who are pure. Her puple eyes darted to him. Her new eyes were rich, enchanting, and enigmatic. She exuded a gloriously regal presence, what with the elegant movement of her wolf, as she started to walk towards him. He remained in his position, watching her as she watched him. They locked in a silent battle, a silent stare-off, a silent show of authority.
Warning: Mature content. Please proceed if you are 18 years old and above.Her head hung low as she heard her husband’s frustration in his deep sigh. His hands went to massage his forehead, but nothing could smoothen the crease in it as he realized his wife just committed treason and failed. That was the frustrating part. She failed. Now they reap the consequences of the crime she sowed.“I’m sorry,” said Clara. “It was a fool-proof plan! I never expected that mad dog or whatever, to suddenly jump inside and kill all of my men! He’s truly crazy! How dare he—I’m royalty!”“Indeed. But your sister is royalty, too. The one you failed to assassinate.”Her mouth clamped shut, hearing his deadpan tone. He was truly angry. Perhaps what added fuel to the fire was the fact that she only decided to tell him now, days after the situation, and also days before the uprising. Mayhap hated it even more because she hid it from him. She silently watched him, now walking on thin ice in his office, but