The clouds dim the sky over the Capital as a storm brews within its depths. A lonely deity watches over with a frown, sensing an evil bone growing on the chosen one, a likely but unideal progression for a human with a tragic fate. She hides behind the heavy clouds, silently disapproving of her blessed’s malign conduct in the mortal realm.‘She is going down a dark path…’ she thought.—It was a day for atonement.Akira’s will was forcefully imposed on the rebels’ army, and they had no choice but to kneel. Their knees fell to the ground as if gravity pulled them down, and a few cracked bones were heard as they dropped. The Queen’s stone-cold gaze looked over them, not an ounce of pity in her heart.However, her eyes narrowed on the only man standing in the middle of soldiers; men, vampires, trolls, on their knees and their heads down, almost submitting to her. Soren’s head was down, but that was all. He resisted Priscilla’s curse and remained the only man standing. It took almost every
What am I fighting for?What have I become?What good have my sacrifices done? Was it all in vain?After the war, I frequently got lost in my thoughts and questioned if I’d made the right choices. My mind also often drifted to the rebels’ army and the torment they’re going through under my command—do they deserve it? What was Soren’s intention, truly?Ultimately, it came down to this thought: am I the evil person?As soon as the news of my powers spread throughout the realms, almost all Houses have been working hard to earn my favor. They all readily bent the knee to me, after seeing what happened to those that didn’t. Sure, it gave me shallow assurance, knowing these Lords are as sly as devils could get and can easily switch sides and betray me should the need arise. When I’m no longer powerful, they will not be afraid of me. There is no need to.Now, they obey me because of fear.And I don’t know how I feel about that.After a week, I was convinced by my advisors (yes, plural, becau
“Y-You…” she trailed off, her mind shutting down in panic as her feet desperately tried to reach the ledge.It was terrifying, thinking you were floating on top of the prison, with a chokehold the only thing keeping you from falling.“Terrifying, isn’t it?” He asks, his eyes shimmering with malice and savagery.“She had no voice, yet you still wrapped thorned veins around her throat. That bloody chokehold killed her.”Clara was, indeed, terrified. More than that. Especially when his eyes darkened as he recalled those days.“And then, as if killing her wasn’t enough, you killed her Father too.” He chuckled, humorlessly. “Ah, he was your Father too. And the realm’s Father. You killed him.”“Aren’t you playing around with death a little too much?” He steps forward, his feet inches away from the ledge, and she screams. The wind blows and the hair on her nape stands, feeling the cold breeze sway her entire body in the air.“S-Save me, please, I beg you…” Her voice was shaking, but despite
Warning: this chapter contains mature and explicit content and only those 18 and above are recommended to read further. This is a very detailed and long bed scene, reader discretion is advised.Author’s note: Finally, the slow burn will be burning passionately tonight. All that’s been repressed for the past chapters will be released today.—Their gazes meet, cloudy eyes that mirror the swirl of a strange emotion. The distant music and cheers of the townspeople served as music to their sultry dance; their hands touching where they shouldn’t, their breaths mixing in the close proximity.If she was recognized by anyone, for doing such scandalous acts out in public, she’d be shamed.Fenrir knew this. He was aware of the consequences, he was reminded of his sanity, which was very loosely hanging on. Thus, very much against himself, he pulls away and catches his breath to regain his self-control.“Do not do this, Akira. We are out in public. You can be recognized at any time,” he reminds t
The lazy morning came and the entire palace was drained after partying until they passed out. The servants woke up late, yet they were the first ones to clean up after the mess in the palace. They heaved a sigh of relief when their Queen was nowhere in sight, thus avoiding a disaster in the late morning.Meanwhile, in the Queen’s chamber, a line of her lady’s maids file at the door, anxiously waiting for the man to leave and for their ‘business’ to finish. It was not a new circumstance, for a Queen to take in lovers, however, for their Queen, this is the first.And never had they realized it’d be the beast of the Capital, the exiled Alpha Fenrir Fauntleroy.They made an odd couple, yet somehow very compatible.The youngest lady in the line cheekily smiled, imagining the situation inside. Among ladies her age, they often fantasized about such beastly men taking them to bed… romanticizing their buff physique and tight muscles. She blushed, merely thinking of it.An older lady notices he
The rogues in the rogues’ forest were like an informal pack, led by Fenrir. They do not submit to him, however, he just created the community that kept them alive. The rogues’ main source of income was theft.Like a gang of bandits.They cohabit in the forest and ultimately create families, thus growing to be the small community they’d come to know in the present. There was no solid hierarchy in the town, Rogue town, more commonly called by the rogues as ‘home’, but there was an unspoken title worn only by Fenrir—Alpha. He was the considered leader, as he did everything a leader does. He protected them, built them their homes, and helped them survive in the wild after being castaway from the pack.Most of them were reformed rogues. He did not accept anyone that was otherwise. For the purely vile and heartless, he’d leave them to fend for their own.And thus, after years of peacefully existing in the woods, they’d recently faced their most challenging foe—the plague.It haunted in ever
…An offering?She mentioned an offering, an act of paying tribute to the foot of the statues of the deities. She was perfectly aware of what it meant, but in this realm, offering to a deity’s statue is highly sacrificial.It is only done when a mortal is desperate and seeks divine intervention. And it’s almost taboo since the ‘offering’ is a soul in exchange for salvation. Or in this case, enlightenment. They cannot very easily hear a response from the deity unless their sacrifice is sufficient.Blood always spills when an offering happens.“It is risky, but it’s the most promising tactic we have. It will be in exchange for information on how to deal with the plague for the miserable,” Phaedra explains. “I’m certain you know which deity I plan to seek.”“The Goddess of the Moon.” Akira did not need to ask her who, or why her.“Indeed.” She nodded. “Only she can tell us what she witnesses in her domain and how it can be stopped.”She’d never thought of it before, but now she was wonder
Night was fast approaching.But it was different this time.This was the first night after the enlightenment.I may not know exactly what to do, but Goddess Selene already helped me as much as she could. It’s all up to me now.Now, I must believe in myself—that I can save the world. Rid my lands of the plague and let my people live peacefully during my reign. That was what I swore when I became Queen, and that is what I shall accomplish.Thus was how I got the reckless idea of spending a night in the woods of the House of the Wolves, where the plague first striked.I had no sound logic to explain to Flavian and Phaedra on why I wanted to do this; I merely asked them to trust me. The two were heavily against my idea and even though they also couldn’t voice out their reasons, I had a feeling. I knew I was the perfect victim for the plague, because I was as miserable as any walking undead.I’ve already experienced it all. I’ve suffered through Hell on Earth; been killed, betrayed, taken