“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
“Ah—”I almost cursed, my breath stolen, as I dodged a brutal claw slash at the last possible minute. I ought to glare at his ruthlessly continuous attacks, but he was already preparing to swing his arm at me again. Ultimately, my chance to reprimand him got lost in our parry of attacks.He was faring well with my power-infused tackles and attacks (in fact, he was the only one who could go against me) and he was also getting better at his own pace. For him, this must also seem like taxing training.I gasped when my vision was suddenly turned into a clean 180৹ as he swiped my feet, not only making me lose my balance but also fly vertically. My head was first to land on the soil, making me grunt at the expected headache. I used my energy to cushion my fall, or else I would’ve snapped my neck.“Couldn’t you have been any gentler?” I grumble, groaning as I stood. His big hands escorted me up from the shoulders, but I shrugged them off, sulking. “I can stand up on my own,” I whisper, grit
It was safe to say he arrived in Roguetown looking bloody but with a wagon full of food.He might look like he killed for that food, thus the dubious looks from the others, but he needn’t explain as long as he had brought food to the table.“Fenrir! You arrived perfectly on time,” greeted the rowdiest yet kindest rogue, Nicholas. He grinned at him from ear to ear as he draped an arm over his shoulders. “Leila is just about to pop the pup out!”“The entire town’s been fussin’ over her labor all day! We betcha it’s a boy,” he says, laughing. Fenrir smells his breath and smirks.“Looks like you’ve already been celebrating. How many bottles have you had?”The latter hiccupped. “Three…?”He shakes his head and walks to the wagon. “Alcohol is never good alone, good thing I brought food. We’re feasting today to celebrate a new pup in the town.”“Oy!” Nicholas’ drowsy eyes widened at the sight of the wagon towering with food crates. Immediately, their cooks poked their heads inside the crates