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
The Queen had spent the next day in her room, her meals left at the door.And the entire palace knew why.The sounds of rhythmic moans and creaking on the floorboards were answer enough. Both the Queen and Fenrir Fauntleroy were nowhere to be seen that day, which made the servants smirk and snicker. Thankfully, the Capital has been peaceful and no urgent matters needed the Queen’s attention. The plague that had built its strength was weakened overnight, and thus reports of citizens falling to its demise fell to one to two every night, like before.The youngest of the Queen’s lady maid ambled in the courtyard with her chaffeur, enjoying their day off. She says, “Truthfully, I do admire their stamina.”Her chaffeur giggled. “My lady…!”“What?” She glanced, chuckling. “It’s not like it’s a secret we have to keep anymore. The entire palace, if not the Capital, already knows. I don’t think they’re keeping it a secret as well.”“That’s true…” she nods. “Though, my lady, should we not keep i
When the blanket of the night has draped over the sky, the Children of the Moon are wide awake, especially their alpha.He sat atop his chamber’s balcony railings, his feet dangling and gently swaying with the wind. The House was gloomy today. The House has been gloomy for a long time, since the events that transpired in its walls. Akira may not know it, but the impact of her departure from the house heavily impacted the household. The staff felt guilty for treating her horribly, especially when she was almost killed in these very walls.The blood of the Queen will forever stain the House’s floors.Mayhap not physically, but emotionally.However, the person most affected by everything was Flavian. The weight of his sacrifices for the pack had recently been weighing in on him, as his title was becoming more of a burden than an honor. The biggest factor being… his mate that turned her back on him after he chose the pack’s well-being over his selfish desires. Their selfish desires.And b
“And, well,” another elder said, clearing his throat. “Do you have a successor in mind, Alpha?”Ridiculous. It was blasphemous to speak such to his face.“Successor to what?”“The title, of course.”They looked at each other and nodded. He watched, a scoff uncontrollably leaving his mouth. They turn to him in surprise.“I am perfectly alive still, I need no successor. Atleast not in the near future,” he firmly answers. But it seems the table is anything but convinced.“Indeed, Alpha, but we must be… prepared for all circumstances, pleasant or not.”“Please choose a suitable successor to lead the pack.”The table was quick to agree and support each other’s statements, and all Flavian could do was stare at them incredulously.He could not believe they are disrespecting him outright. If that is so, then he shall play their game. A smirk plays on his lips as he comes up with a wicked idea.“Then…” he trails off, and the table falls silent. “I shall choose my brother to succeed the title.”
“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
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