The Marquis’s smile falls. “An army is marching towards the pack, led by the Crown Princess.” I shift uncomfortably, my heartbeat racing. “She went against the King’s orders and marched with a fifth of the Crown’s army, demanding they return Princess Akira.”Beside me, Fenrir snickered. “Took them long enough. I thought they’d march to the pack a few days after her disappearance. To think they took a fortnight…” He sarcastically turned to me, feigning pity. “Your family must really not love you.”I roll my eyes.“Does that not spell danger for you instead? It’s your pack against my family’s army.” And if Deyanira is spearheading the attack… this will not end without blood being spilled.He shrugs. “You’re humans. We’re werewolves. There’s a significant strength difference.”“I wouldn’t underestimate the House of Men if I were you,” Marquis Johanssen interjects. “They have an abundant supply of wolfsbane. Even I don’t know where they’re getting it. And it’s not only wolfsbane. They hav
“Deyanira! No!” I screamed at the top of my lungs when I found her body drowning in a pool of blood. She lay on her side, clutching her abdomen with one hand and her sword with the other. Her eyes reddened as blood slowly consumed her irises. She was in such a state that my tears could not be controlled. They poured down freely like a waterfall as I kneeled beside her. “No… Please…”I choked on my own tears.She weakly blinked and found my eyes. “You’re alive…” she whispered, a trail of blood escaping her mouth and trailing down her jaw. It was a painful sight; I felt horrible too, for not realizing the lengths she’d go to find me alive. I have been underestimating my sister’s love for me and now, she’s proven it at the cost of her life.“I-I am... I am.” I nodded through my tears. “Thank you, for fighting for me. I will definitely repay you.” I took her in my arms and cradled her body tightly. I had no intention of letting go until I made sure she’ll be fine.Celeste. I called for he
Akira’s cries stopped the battle between man and werewolf. The soldiers recognized the death of their Princess, while the werewolves recognized their successful defense. Both races kept quiet, as the fights ceased and all came to surround the woman hugging her sister’s lifeless body. A few feet away from them were the Alpha and his brother, sharing deathly glares before simultaneously turning to Akira.Flavian was visibly guilt-stricken as he hung his head. However, Fenrir knew he was free of regret because he did it for the pack. He knew his brother very well. He knew he did do the killing blow to the Princess, but he also knew he did it thinking it was for the pack’s safety. Because of that, his actions are always justified.His older brother shook his head.A man stepped forward from the defeated army and kneeled in front of the Princesses. “Your Highness, I am General Liefeng,” he introduced. “We must return you home. I will finish the crown princess’s mission, now that she is gon
The envoy to the palace was somber. Dark clouds dimmed the night sky, obstructing the stars from being viewed, the full moon peeking through the heavy clouds. The carriage did not feel like it was carrying only one Princess. It was as heavy as carrying a catastrophe to come. My hands were fisted inside. My jaw would clench and unclench. My eyes never ran out of fresh tears.I have been betrayed. By the only man I ever loved.I have been wronged. By the cruel fate that tied Deyanira and I’s life together.I have been misled. I regret not spending more time with my sister all these years.There couldn’t be a being more foolish than I at this very moment.The night deepened, but I could not find it in me to rest. My shoulders were up and guarded, my breathing tense. I sensed something will happen. And a few moments later, deep into the forest, I caught a whiff of multiple strong, bloodstained scents. Scents that smelled like danger.There was rattling and suddenly, a ruckus. Blades were
Furious is an understatement to describe Lord Ren de Bach’s mood today.After his dozen squad of elite trolls vanished with one survivor, he realized he lost significant military power. Losing them was never part of the plan, after all. The message that the surviving troll relayed is hair-raising. A Princess as an annihilator? One does not hear that every day.The other Lords were sent a missive to come quickly, for a sudden threat had appeared that may significantly affect their course of action. And when Lord de Bach explained it to the other men, they agreed. Things will inevitably change. Because…“There is a new variable in the game.” Lord Stuart from the House of Sorcery spoke calmly, his demeanor unfazed but his eyes shimmer with amusement. “A new chess piece. A new player in the mix.”This is becoming interesting. Princess Akira disappears as a human but a fortnight later—she reappears as a powerful being of questionable origins. How bizarre. His wife, Clara, has introduced Ak
“What are you thinking about?”His voice pulled me back to reality as I drowned in my thoughts. We were seated in the gazebo, a day after we arrived in the palace. I am still yet to know why he came with me. It seemed he secretly follow our envoy and only appeared when we were ambushed. I stared at him, attempting to decipher his thoughts, but he was almost impossible to read. He looks easy at first, but he actually has a thick and tall wall built around him. And being easygoing and simpleminded was his façade.He smirks, noticing my stare. “A meek, pathetic girl stares at me and I can see that vicious little mind working through your eyes.”“Do you know what I came here for? Why did you follow me?”“Why, did you want me to stay there? I am an exile. Even stepping foot sentences me to death in there.”“I know you have plenty of other places you can go to.”His smirk widened. “Why would I, when all the fun will be here?”He’s talking about the uprising. It is a brewing war between the
“Akira?” The King tilts his head.He’d never pondered about the possibility of Akira being his successor. For one, she was incompetent. She never preferred the spotlight, so she was always in the background, thus earning her the moniker ‘Wallflower Princess’. And he never saw her pick up a sword, only books. Yes, she was smart. But that was all, as far as he knew.But he does not particularly favor her nowadays, with all the trouble her marriage brought. Why her, so suddenly? “Yes, Father,” Aesira affirms. These two had a determined expression as if they had put all trust in their sister.“Akira has changed. We met her again when she returned yesterday, and we felt it. She is now a different person.” “Hmmm…”King Macmillan brushed his beard, pondering deeply. “But her husband killed the Crown Princess. That is treason, no matter how we put it, and we shall punish them accordingly. Akira is not excused from the punishment.” The two Princesses heave a deep breath. “We know it’ll be
“I must go.” Flavian met Phaedra’s solemn gaze as she broke the news. “Pantheia is…” she trails off with a sigh and shakes her head.“I must return to the coven.”“I understand,” he replied, although reluctantly. “This is not a safe place for you, now more than ever. We will be participating in the war. It is much safer for you to stay in the coven. . .far from all the discord.”And far from him too. He looked away from her and controlled himself by not uttering another word until she left his office. Her shoulders drooped as she went. He followed her back and stared…watched as she walked away. His pillar, the only one keeping him on his feet. His oxygen, the only air he’d breathe to live. Walking out of his life again, with no certainty of return. This was goodbye. Again. That night, Flavian could not bear to see her off. He remained in his office, not moving an inch. His back leaned on the settee’s legs as he sat on the carpet, his hand resting over his raised right leg. His eyes