The sudden silence that engulfed the woods drenched me as I stared into Naellin's palm. Just a few chirpings of birds and insects could be heard, not even the rustling of dead leaves as others walked upon them, made any sound. My eyes trailed up to his face, that funny smiles were something I just couldn't comprehend. My eyes back again to his hand, "You can call me Irisha." I said, accepting his handshake. "I can..? Like, that's not really it?" He questioned and I wondered his reasons for asking such. "That's my name; Irisha." I confirmed, with a nod. Double nods. I glanced around, for I wasn't prepared to accept any whip from any fucking, goddamn guard, I was sure we were still in the crowd. "Hi," Naellin said. Wondering why he said 'hi' again, I turned and he wasn't the one. It was Irialah. "Oh, Irialah.. Good to see you looking cool today!" I said as I tugged her into a warm hug.She smiled."Naellin, meet Irialah.." I said, facing Naellin. "Irialah, Naellin." I introduced
I blinked, trying to process the words as they escaped from their roots, down to my being. I blinked again, like once, twice, thrice; "his name is Suavil..?" My mind wondered where he's from as I stared into his being. "Confused..?" His cold words drew me back to my view before me like a map being sketched on a piece of cardboard paper on a drawing board. He creased his forehead like he was upset, maybe he was. It was when he smiled, letting out those soft chuckles from his lips, I realized he actually wasn't. "I'm from South-" he paused. His lips partly opened, as he stared in one direction. I waved my hand across his face, and he slid it away, but gently. "Look, Irisha; he is here!" Suavil mentioned, motioning his head ahead forward, in the empty air.I quickly looked in the direction, Alpha Grey..? Gosh! I adjusted myself immediately, looking at my toes, as I watched them wriggling. An instilled silence suddenly erupted from nowhere, and even the drop of a pin on the ground c
Words are weighty, but some are far weightier than others. My heart leaped into my throat, hammering right in my chest, pounding so hard as terror stabbed my heart. Her words felt like thunder down me as they were uttered, my defiant words marked my fear as my feet became numb, and suddenly wobbled like I just stepped on a heap of jellies as I walked. "Hang on Irisha…!" I could hear someone say, probably one of them, either Irialah or Lavel, but I just couldn't detect whose it was. I saw myself going down each passing second, not that I was sick or losing my balance, but I was actually experiencing it. My fears have finally come to play in my life now, every spoken word of prophecy is gradually and automatically coming to pass now as it was said, even by the old-young witch of the cauldron and fire furnace. Still trying to get back my balance, and abruptly, I began to hear swift and sudden movements, echoing from behind us. I struggled to twist my head, glared ahead and then I not
I shook off the dead grasses lying helplessly on my cotton gown, plastering most part of it. Some stubborn one refused to fall off, so I let them be. Sprinting out of the compound, Deryl called out to me, "Irisha…!" I halted abruptly, and wheeled my head back to them. "This way, not that way!" He gestured, showing me the correct way to follow. I quickly retraced my steps, running through the right path, my mind raced. "Why would I even be bothered about him when I know he doesn't even care about me like a mate is supposed to do to the other? Am I not being stupid here?" I questioned the air as I continued in my dishonored gown, sullied with lots of mud as I looked down on me. "Yes Irisha, you're only acting like a fool here!" Someone said and I stopped briskly, looked around but saw no one. Maybe that was my thought. I confirmed, and continued. I was actually right, it was my thought playing a fast one on me there. I felt a force directing me to where I knew not. I kept moving-
I woke up to a racking ache in my head, squinting in anguish as I lifted my hand to get a hold of my head like a heavy rock just fell on it. Unfortunately, my hand got stuck beside me; I couldn't move it one bit. Glancing down immediately, I was shocked when I saw the lines on rope circled around me like I was some thief. "Oh, you're awake now, Irisha!" A voice spoke and I quickly turned to see who it was. Jasminna.I took a glimpse around and saw that I was tied on a tree, in the woods filled with dead woods and insects buzzing all around like a corpse was laid around there. "What's going on here..?" I questioned, staring at the one whom I thought he was. It was actually him. Jasminna. Bedside him was Ellena, and as soon as my eyes met hers, a huge hiss escaped my lips, leaving her dumbstruck. Her gaze said it all. "How dare you do such rubbish before me, asshole; are you nuts?!" A resounding slap plastered on my cheek and I could feel them flushed red instantly, making my eye
I sat on the dirty sidewalk as I watched passersby in the busy traffic of Stafford Town. I looked at my maroon t-shirt and faded blue jeans in horror. I was never like this. In fact, because of my rather tall height, face structure with the nature of my job, I wasn't permitted to dress down.And as a model who was renowned for my exotic features, I've got deep blue eyes against Arabian features, dark tanned skin, high cheekbones, pink full lips and a lush raven hair to blend with. I was the result of a rich tycoon and an Arab princess and I was so proud of it. To anyone who had worked with me, one thing was clear to them; no one could outsmart me. And despite my privileged background, I was clever with figures and money. And in the fashion industry, a saying that rang true was that, "Elise can never be played".Today, I was really angry and disappointed with my family. No one knew that the Hatherleigh family were actually mystic creatures. And at twenty six years of age, I've been li
To any sensible person or living creature, the sound of the name of the Overlord was enough to give nightmares. No one dared challenge the greatest warrior both politically, physically and financially. And even otherwise! But then, I was not normal.“Where are we?” I asked the maid, who led me through a maze of winding passages. One could definitely get lost here, I mused as the maid walked on briskly without a word dropping from her lips."We are here, Miss Hatherleigh!” The maid announced with a bow as we got to an ornately carved oak door. The designs on it were the moon, clouds and wolf heads.I knocked on the door because it was a polite thing to do, and before hearing any response, I entered. "So nice to finally meet the Elise of Hatherleigh.” A masculine voice that brooded power and sensuality spoke as I tried to adjust my eyes to the dimmed lightings in the room. From what I could see, it was just normal.It was like an ordinary office cum library which had a nice brick fire
Very far away from my thoughts, I was surprised as my mind began to play a fast one on me. The tall, lean and dangerously looking young man with a smooth shaven face, transported me into another word. A world of fantasies.My eyes widened in amazement as my gaze walked around his body. The thick blond mane he had was bound in a neat low ponytail. His broad chest was well defined and muscular. Thomas glared at me as I gasped, then I recovered myself back again. “Master, this is Elise Hatherleigh, daughter of Lewis and Kai Hatherleigh.” Said Thomas, and the man motioned for him to leave. I felt the hair on my neck rise, leaping my heart into my throat at the mention of 'master'. "He's the Overlord..?" I muttered, almost completely voiceless. This man looked like danger personified with his quiet and brooding looks. I noticed he had a scar on his right ear and one of the nails of his fingers was missing as I drooled over him.Suddenly the dimmed light brightened and I could not ho