I did not know how I made it to the House unscathed and alive in the company of Fenrir Fauntleroy, but I did and I will eternally be grateful to the Moon Goddess for it. We did not speak at all. There was a barrier between us, made of a mix of tension and fear, that anyone would be able to notice. I was grateful that he kept his silence. His silent company took me to the House and led me inside. The patrol were alarmed by his presence, but he would quietly redirect their eyes to me using simple gestures and they would back up. Like me, quiet but tense. Perhaps I looked like a hostage next to him. He opened the door and led me inside. He left me in a sitting room while he went to get his brother, saying, “He is hideous when not put together. I’ll get him and make him look presentable, at least.”So I waited. Sat in the velvet settee in my breeches and unrecognizable disguise. This would be the first time he’d see me without my gown, my jewelry, my silky smooth hair, and my porcelain
When I returned to the palace, not a single torch was out of place. Not a single guard running around.They are awake but blind. Had I known our guards were this ignorant, I would take this to my Father’s attention, but I am the one taking advantage of it now. To get rid of this advantage…would prove foolish.Abel dropped me off a safe distance away from the palace walls. He merely bowed his wolf when I dismounted“I give you my thanks,” I smiled, trying—desperately—to not make it look like a wince. I feel my soul is lost in the wind. When he leaped back into the darkness of night, I pulled my cloak over my head and stealthily traced my steps back into my chambers. The guards were easy to hide from once I memorized their path and routine. As I snuck back up, I found Ellie standing by the balcony, my nightgown dancing with the wind over her shoulders.Her head snapped around so fast when I emerged from the hidden door.“Princess!” She screamed in a whisper and immediately rushed to me.
“Perhaps I’ll allow you to move the date of our fateful duel until all fancy traditions of your matrimony are wrapped up, baby brother,” said Fenrir, as he fix his tie beside the groom.Flavian smiles, not one that reaches his eyes, but a smile nevertheless. “I thank you. I also do not think it a wise idea to show bloodshed in front of the new Luna.”“Mhmm. Consider this my wedding gift to you.”“Thank you, brother.” Flavian shook his head and gave himself one last look in the mirror before turning to Fenrir. “I appreciate your effort at being civil today with the pack.”The latter scoffs. “I have always been civil. They are the hostile ones.”“I’m sure they’re just protective of the pack. Do understand, brother.”When their bickering came to an end, it was almost time. Flavian left their quarters to the courtyard, where Fenrir followed him, as his man of honor. It was a chore to get him to agree, but he used his baby brother charm to sway him and a day before the wedding, he caved in
The bride, the supposed center of attention, fell back and finally lost her balance. The news knocked her out of breath and made her world spin. Thankfully, Flavian was quick on his feet. He caught her in time and gently shook her.“Princess,” he called softly. “Princess, let me take you inside. Your safety is of paramount priority.”His voice seemed distant to her, but his concern was beyond words and reached her regardless of the distance.An explosion… a terrorist attack… on her wedding day. Why?A small tear left her right eye as she was assisted to safety, along with the other Lords and nobles. The ceremony was abruptly stopped. Her father could not care less for her well-being or her feelings and stormed into his throne hall to confer with his advisers. Everything that could go wrong, has gone wrong.Her husband left her in the care of her lady’s maids to assess the situation outside. He merely stationed a few of his warriors around her. Physically, she is safe and secure. Emoti
I have my own reserved thoughts about today’s events. There are only a handful of people with the guts to dare to ruin my wedding—a royal wedding.I’d rather not suspect my own family, but they cannot be taken out of this equation. My envious sisters, especially… my eyes darted to Clara, innocently enjoying her dinner on the far end of the table. It would not be surprising if she were behind this. Of course, there could also be whom everyone is thinking of—the syndicate. But I’d never heard of this syndicate before.There is no such thing in the capital.This is a well-planned attack; it knew where we would be fatally damaged, which towns were significant to the stability of the capital, when exactly to attack, and their weapon of choice. Dynamites in themselves are hard to get a hold of. They are expensive and scarce all around the realms. The mastermind must be of title to afford the money, the resources, and the information needed for this attack. And in this table, are all of the
“I sincerely wish the Princess good health and a happy life,” one of my lady’s maids said, sobbing through her words. I smile sympathetically. The rest are like her too, wiping their tears and consoling each other. It was because I will not be taking anybody else but Ellie.It was for the better, too. My lady’s maids are troublesome and famous gossipmongers. Bringing them with me will not do any good for the reputation that I’ll be building to earn the pack’s respect. Only Ellie is enough.“As do I. I want all of you to be as loyal and as caring to your new masters as you were to me. Do not get into trouble with your gossip.” They all bowed in embarrassment. “Though I must admit, those gossips will be among the things I will miss.”“Princess…”“Now, now, let us ready the Princess for her departure.” Ellie intervened, gently guiding the other maids to their posts. “For our last preparation for our lady, we must do our best.”I smile and turn to face my reflection in the vanity mirror.
The journey was not one I haven’t taken before. But it was certainly longer and more tiring, being inside the carriage all day. That night, the hackney I hired was smart to go into all the shortcuts that cut my time to travel in half. But I figured since this is a royal carriage, they cannot go down the same road. The downside of those shortcuts was that they were infested with bandits and beggars. They were not one for a royal convoy to pass through. Hence why the journey to the House of the Wolves took a whole day.When we arrived, it was already night. And when we went past the dense woods hiding the werewolves’ race, I finally saw the town proper in its glory. The town looked peaceful at night. Though the streets were empty, the streetlights gave light to the inhabited houses whose people must already be asleep. I observed the houses and streets as the convoy quietly passed the town.We climbed a small hill to reach the House, the familiar obsidian mansion with sharp tower roofs,
I underestimated the people’s dislike of me, a human, as their Luna.For the past few days, I’ve been walking on thin ice and acting as cautiously as a mouse in a cat’s den. I have never felt so discriminated against and different before. It’s not that I am being disrespected, but I am barely recognized as the madam of the house. Had it not been for my title, I assume I’ll be treated worse here.Every day I receive cold treatment and distance from the servants as if I am a walking disease.At first, I was confused. I did not know why they act so distant and uncomfortable around me until I eavesdropped a few of the maids talking about me in hushed voices.“Bear with it. She will not be our Luna for long. She cannot even be our Luna, since she is human. The Alpha merely wedded her for the royal palace to be our allies.”“You’re right. It is merely a political alliance. Although, I cannot take it. Her scent is too strong! She stands out among us as a human. She smells and looks like a we
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Spring has arrived. Its breeze welcomed the new blooming flowers in the flower shops, the redolence of the Capital’s symbolic flower, a daisy, circulating down the streets of the city. It was the perfect weather for a festival, a rather young festival only celebrated for three years.Amid the bustling townspeople, a young girl wandered around, her simple straw slippers softly hitting the cobblestone as she glanced around seemingly lost, eventually stopping in front of the flower shop to admire the daisies. Her wide, curious eyes neared the daisy and sniffed it, sighing at its alluring scent.The old man running the shop spots the young girl, wearing nothing but a humble dress and straw slippers, visibly a farm girl. He smiles, plucking a daisy from its bunch. He hands it to the girl who looks up at him, surprised.“Happy cleansing day, lassie.”“Eh?”He chuckles at the girl’s tilted head with confusion spelled out on her face.“Don’t ‘ya know what day is today?”“Uh-uh.” She shakes he
“She’s taking too long, is she not?” Flavian wonders aloud as they look up at the sky, violent and storming with frequent flashes of lightning and thunder. It had been thirty minutes since they took to the sky. The vampires and trolls are all absorbed and rotting in the clearing, ending the battle. But they were still yet to see even the two’s silhouettes in the sky.Beside him, Fenrir was frowning quietly. He could not feel her. Something… or someone, was intercepting the bond.“What if the purification failed? Will she be alright?” Phaedra worriedly asks and turns to her mother. “Does it really take this long, Mother?”Priscilla crossed her arms, a similar frown on her face. “Let us wait a while longer. It is no easy feat, but I believe in her. What do you say, Fauntleroy?”Two ears perked in her direction. She clears her throat and clarifies, “The older one.”“What?”“Do you still feel your mate?”Only the rustling leaves of the trees answered her. All heads sharply turned to him a
My mind drifted back into the discussion we shared between the advisors, before everything.“Thank you. I’m feeling well enough to hunt down the plague again.” She meets everyone’s eyes. “But I doubt I’ll get lucky and find it at the first forest I go to. Do you have any ideas where it would likely be?”And just like that, the table was open for discussion.The hunt for the plague continues.“How about this?” I pitch in. Expectant eyes meet mine as I continue, “We take a different approach. If I absorb any more, I’m afraid I will explode.”“That is realistically possible,” Priscilla confirms, and my face blanches.“Then, what approach do you have in mind, Your Majesty?” The generals ask after darting a narrowed glance at the retired priestess.I shrug. “Anything that would not include me having to ingest any more power is preferable.”It’s true. I felt like puking the day after I absorbed the plague. It was like eating a dirty cloth, with all the corrupted souls it absorbed. It was no
“Aren’t you tired?” I ask, my eyes warily scanning him from head to toe. He really is here. Right in front of me. In the flesh.That same tall, slender, build with a ghastly white complexion and gravity-defying black hair.The same man in my dreams—nightmares, rather.He looked as if he was swallowed by darkness, with the smoke all around him. He was a terrifying opponent. But I was not one to back down. I bared my fangs and summoned Celeste’s eyes, making mine slit and glowing a brighter purple. If I could, I would’ve sneered and tested the firmness of his will, just to see if I could do to him what I did to my past enemies.Hearing my question, a slow grin spreads out on his face, sending goosebumps down my spine. I felt Flavian flinch from my left.He spoke, his voice thick and yet silky smooth as if he hadn’t been around for centuries.“The pursuit to a peaceful world is a tedious task, thus one must not feel lethargic.”I narrow my eyes at him. “Pursuit to a peaceful world? You m
Expert bodies move out of the way with a smooth tilt of their body, easily evading a lethal charge to the shoulder. Xiao’s murderous glare pinned on the vampire that dared to charge at him.“How foolish,” he remarks and brutally stabs its chest with his wooden staff’s pointy end.Despite the chaos that ensues around him, he keeps his cool demeanor and composure as he breezes through the swarm of enemies that outnumbered them. Realizing a stab to the heart that was long done pumping would not kill the vampire off, he calls for the attention of the wicked witch on his back.“Do finish off this one, Priscilla.” He flings the vampire overhead, using the poor soul’s attempt to charge on him another time as momentum to take him flying.She scoffs from behind and he could already imagine a scowl on her face.“You cannot even finish a mindless vampire? Tsk. This is why I do not desire to live too long,” she says just as the ground that the vampire landed on was scorched. There was no need to
The crisp leaves of the Witches’ Forest greeted us as we arrived, the rich, wide forest being the place we theorized would house the world’s oldest living plague. It made sense. This forest was rich with the energy of the witches, and the coven was temporarily abandoned for the sole reason that the plague was strongest in the forest.Priscilla told me during our meeting that the number of victims in the coven never decreased when the rest of the world did. When I absorbed a fraction of the plague’s strength and weakened it, I thought it gave the world a few weeks of respite. But it never reached the coven.After learning about it, guilt gnawed at my stomach. I immediately ordered the witches and their families to seek refuge in the palace, where the rest of the witches I took to war were. Now, we arrive at a barren coven in the middle of a dark, ominous forest pulsing with energy.I could feel the earth’s power in my veins. Pulsing. Throbbing. Like a streak of power terrorizing my blo
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
“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