Third Person’s Narrative;The sound of Laura and her maid giggling in the ballroom was one warm sound to the heart and ears. The opulence of the room, with its crystal chandeliers, and beautiful tapestries seemed to enhance the cheerfulness of their rehearsal. Laura’s laughter, light and melodic, wove seamlessly with the delicate strains of the violin, creating an atmosphere of blissful fun. She twirled gracefully with her dress billowing around her like a cloud of dreams. Her maid, Lydia, mirrored her movements, their steps becoming a harmonious dance of practice and joy.“Lady Laura, you look as though you’ve stepped out of a fairy tale,” Lydia said, her voice warm with genuine admiration.Laura’s eyes sparkled as she swirled to face her maid. “Oh, Lydia, I feel as though I’m dreaming. I just can’t wait for the wedding. The waltz will be perfect, won’t it? Dante and I will look so lovely together. ”She spoke, and Lydia beamed. “Absolutely. And we’ll make sure every step is as f
Third Person’s Narrative;Eliza and Aurora were knee-deep in the chaos of the palace garden. The early afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow over the sprawling lawn, highlighting the delicate beauty of the roses and the tangled mess of the bushes that needed pruning. Eliza used her shears with practiced ease, cutting away at the unruly branches while Aurora, next to her, struggled with the same task.Eliza's laughter, light and melodic, rang through the air as she watched her princess wrestle with the oversized garden shears. Aurora’s efforts were earnest but clumsy. Each snip seemed to take more out of her than anticipated, and less from the bushes. It was obvious that the bushes were being pruned by a novice, and Aurora had not the slightest clue what was going on. "Careful there, my lady!" Eliza called out, trying to stifle her giggles. "If you keep that up, we'll end up with a topiary disaster. "She laughed and Aurora paused, her face flushed from the combination of effort and
Aurora’s POV;Eliza and I were busy sieving the flour to be used for tonight’s dinner when she suddenly called me through a mind link. I looked up at her in confusion, and he informed me that Laura was heading right for us. I looked up and in the grand kitchen, there she was. Heading straight to us. My mind wandered as I admired how beautiful and graceful she was. She would make a perfect Luna. Kind, gorgeous, caring, beautiful, and graceful.“Privacy! “She yelled when she was in front of Eliza and me and just as everyone began to leave, I noticed something about her. Laura’s aura wasn’t cute or sweet like I'd grown to know it to be. As Eliza made to leave, I grabbed her wrist to stop her. Laura isn’t here for friendly pleasantries, and whatever she’s here for, I want Eliza here with me while I face it.She looked at my grip on Eliza’s hand, looked up at me, and then scoffed. “I asked for privacy. “She said, and I smiled.“I heard. But she stays. Unless you mean you want to stay here
Third Person's Narrative;The Moonfang was a beautiful pack. A pack so peaceful and tranquil, that it was the perfect setting for any fairy tale. This ethereal pack created so many beautiful stories, but one particular one stood out. And that was the story of Princess Aurora. A story that was just as beautiful as it was heart-wrenching. A story just as intoxicating, as it is captivating.Aurora's story is a story that stands out from many others and shows the depths of a woman's heart. How deeply it can love, and how deadly it can scheme when hurt. After all, hell hath no fury like a scorned woman. Princess Aurora was the werewolf princess of the Moon Fang Pack. She was as beautiful as angels came and as energetic as a lightning bolt. Her voice was smooth like slick and whispers of the evening breeze, and her laughter was a melody that could warm any heart. She carried a certain light that ignited every gathering she was present at, and she was loved by everyone she knew. She had
"Everything! "Aurora screamed as she stared into the eyes of the man she loved more than her life itself."I gave you everything, Perez! My heart, soul, time, love, pack... I gave you everything and yet you'd do this to me!? "She screamed further, but his eyes held no emotions. Nothing. He just stared at her coldly as her heart bled out in her chest.The crowd was silent as they watched. Pin drop silent. Even her parents were quiet. They had warned her before. But she never listened. She was blinded by love. And now her biggest fear and their warning were coming to pass. “Just look at you, Aurora. You are such a silly little girl. You thought you could rule this pack? You were never ready, or prepared for the responsibilities that come with leadership.You're so naive and blind! For the past year, I've been on a mission. Looking for ways to claim this pack and take it for myself, and you just gave me the pack so easily. On a platter of gold.Aurora, it only goes to show how weak and
Aurora opened her eyes and she felt the side of her head begin to bang. For a split second, memories of everything that happened crashed down on her, and she wished it was a dream. Some kind of nightmare. But the pain from her head and the dress she was wearing, said otherwise.Cold sweat broke out all over her body as she relived the dreadful moments and tears filled her eyes.“Alma, it was a dream… Right? “She questioned her wolf, but she got no reply. The heartbreak had hurt her wolf so badly, that the poor creature was cramped in a corner of her soul as though vanished.“It was a dream… “Aurora then muttered to herself as she tried to deny everything. However, her throat dried up and her heart sank further as she remembered her father.That wasn't fake. She could never imagine that, and her mind would never create something so gruesome... So evil about her father…In the fading light of the setting sun, her world began to crumble and crash all around her, as the weight of her diso
Aurora's heart raced as fiery anger fueled her every step. She was on her way to confront Perez. She wanted answers. She needed them...She had lost everything in just one day, and this caused a certain fire to burn inside her heart. With determination etched on her face, she barged into Perez's room, unable to contain the storm of emotions raging inside her. As she stood in front of him, her voice trembled with a mixture of pain, fury, and hurt.“How could you do this to me, Perez? ” Her voice pierced the air, and her words were filled with raw desperation. While Perez just glared at her with blank brown eyes.“You broke my heart, you killed my father, and you've torn my life apart! How could you be so cold!? I dedicated an entire year of my life to you!!I gave you my heart, my body, my life, my throne, my pack, and this is how you pay me back!? “She howled further as angry tears streamed down her red, tear-streaked face, and Perez stared back at her with his eyes cold and devoid
Aurora and Eliza traveled through the snowy woods, with their bodies weakened by frostbites and their determination to live tested by the blazing cold. Every step was a battle against their limits. It seemed like Aurora and Eliza had been walking for ages, and their strength was fading with each passing moment. The frostbite was turning their fingertips and toes numb, but they pushed through the pain. Eliza's determination knew no bounds. Several times, Aurora wanted to give up, but Eliza never allowed her.Aurora kept moaning in pain as she had never faced such harsh conditions before, and Eliza was battling to be strong for the both of them. Suddenly, a masked man appeared before them. Something about him seemed off, and his presence sent a chill down Eliza's spine.“Who… Who's there? “she questioned, as she tightened her grip on Aurora.“Your death. I have been sent to put an end to the ex-princess Aurora's life to ensure that she would never return to the pack. “He spoke, and
Aurora’s POV;Eliza and I were busy sieving the flour to be used for tonight’s dinner when she suddenly called me through a mind link. I looked up at her in confusion, and he informed me that Laura was heading right for us. I looked up and in the grand kitchen, there she was. Heading straight to us. My mind wandered as I admired how beautiful and graceful she was. She would make a perfect Luna. Kind, gorgeous, caring, beautiful, and graceful.“Privacy! “She yelled when she was in front of Eliza and me and just as everyone began to leave, I noticed something about her. Laura’s aura wasn’t cute or sweet like I'd grown to know it to be. As Eliza made to leave, I grabbed her wrist to stop her. Laura isn’t here for friendly pleasantries, and whatever she’s here for, I want Eliza here with me while I face it.She looked at my grip on Eliza’s hand, looked up at me, and then scoffed. “I asked for privacy. “She said, and I smiled.“I heard. But she stays. Unless you mean you want to stay here
Third Person’s Narrative;Eliza and Aurora were knee-deep in the chaos of the palace garden. The early afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow over the sprawling lawn, highlighting the delicate beauty of the roses and the tangled mess of the bushes that needed pruning. Eliza used her shears with practiced ease, cutting away at the unruly branches while Aurora, next to her, struggled with the same task.Eliza's laughter, light and melodic, rang through the air as she watched her princess wrestle with the oversized garden shears. Aurora’s efforts were earnest but clumsy. Each snip seemed to take more out of her than anticipated, and less from the bushes. It was obvious that the bushes were being pruned by a novice, and Aurora had not the slightest clue what was going on. "Careful there, my lady!" Eliza called out, trying to stifle her giggles. "If you keep that up, we'll end up with a topiary disaster. "She laughed and Aurora paused, her face flushed from the combination of effort and
Third Person’s Narrative;The sound of Laura and her maid giggling in the ballroom was one warm sound to the heart and ears. The opulence of the room, with its crystal chandeliers, and beautiful tapestries seemed to enhance the cheerfulness of their rehearsal. Laura’s laughter, light and melodic, wove seamlessly with the delicate strains of the violin, creating an atmosphere of blissful fun. She twirled gracefully with her dress billowing around her like a cloud of dreams. Her maid, Lydia, mirrored her movements, their steps becoming a harmonious dance of practice and joy.“Lady Laura, you look as though you’ve stepped out of a fairy tale,” Lydia said, her voice warm with genuine admiration.Laura’s eyes sparkled as she swirled to face her maid. “Oh, Lydia, I feel as though I’m dreaming. I just can’t wait for the wedding. The waltz will be perfect, won’t it? Dante and I will look so lovely together. ”She spoke, and Lydia beamed. “Absolutely. And we’ll make sure every step is as f
Aurora’s POV;The words hit me like a thunderclap in the middle of a peaceful day. I turned to look at Catarina and she scoffed.“Don’t give me that look. This is my home, and nothing stays hidden from me. “She spoke again, and I gulped.“I heard Dante and his Beta talking about it. And you should know, my brother said he doesn’t want anything to do with you, because he’s already engaged. ”She said, and I just stared at her. Frozen like the statues around us. “So, if you’re planning to get in between him and Laura, you should just forget it. If not, the same way I found this out, I will find out every other stinking secret you’re hiding from us and use it to throw you out! ”She added and I felt as if the ground had been yanked out from under me. “What are you talking about?” I demanded, with my voice as sharp as a blade. I could feel my face growing hot with a mix of horror and something deeper… Embarrassment, perhaps? Anger? “Stop looking at me like that,” Catrina said, her tone l
Aurora’s Point Of View:The afternoon sun cast gentle dapples over the clear lake as Eliza and I sat on the bench under a beautiful oak tree. The cool shade was a shelter from the oppressive heat. The lake shimmered with a tranquil beauty that made the world and my mind feel at ease. Eliza and I were silent, but that silence was comfortable, and I appreciated it. We didn’t need to talk. I just needed her to be here, and so she stayed. Like she always does. I tossed bits of bread into the lake, watching with a quiet pleasure as the fish darted forward, their scales dazzling in the sunlight as they competed for the crumbs. There was something soothing about this simple act. A connection with nature that eased the constant turmoil felt in my soul.I was lost in the slowly fading ripples of the water when a voice suddenly shattered the silence I was enjoying.“Sult! ” The voice was sharp, like a blade cutting through the silence and immediately, I knew its owner. Who wouldn’t? I turned
Aurora’s Point Of View:As I entered my dimly lit room, the oppressive weight of the day seemed to lift slightly, replaced warm relief.. Eliza, who was seated at a small table near the window, with her dark hair pulled back into a tight braid, stood up on seeing me. “My princess. You’re back! I’m so sorry. I wanted to help you. But Lady Catarina set up guards to keep an eye on me. ”She began to ramble, but I just crumbled on my bed. “Let me see your hands. “She spoke as she rushed to kneel in front of me. Her face fell when she took my hands and tears filled her eyes.“My precious lady. I’ll run you a bath now. “She said as she sprung up but before she could take a step towards the bathroom, I took hold of her wrist.“ I need to talk to you. ”I said softly with my voice carrying the weight of exhaustion.Eliza looked at me, her expression shifting from worry to fear. She gently sat back on the floor and looked up at me. “What’s wrong? ”She asked, and I gulped.I hesitated for a mo
Aurora’s POV;As I stared at the massive hall in front of me, the heavy oak doors groaned open behind me, and Catarina cat walked in with a maid trailing behind her. Catarina’s crimson-colored eyes held the same sharp intensity as always and it sent shivers down my spine. What type of eyes are those? The maid who trailed behind Catarina had an expression that mirrored the disdain of her mistress. The maid’s eyes flickered over me with unspoken judgment before she dropped the bucket and rag in her hands, in front of me with a thud that resonated through the empty space.“Two hours, ”Catarina suddenly declared, with her tone devoid of warmth as always. “The entire hall must be cleaned. In two hours. No shortcuts. And don’t test my patience because you would be forced to meet a side of me you should be thanking the Goddess you haven’t met. ”She added, and I gulped.With a dismissive scowl, she turned on her heels and left. Her footsteps echo and highlight my new reality. The grand hall
Aurora’s POV;The palace was dipped in a peaceful silence. The kind that only the very early morning hours could bring. I was lying peacefully in my bed and wrapped in the warmth and comfort of sleep when a series of loud, insistent knocks shattered my tranquility. Thud, thud, thud. The noise was relentless, and I could feel it vibrating through my bones. I buried my head deeper into my pillow, hoping that the disturbance would stop. But it didn’t. It just kept getting worse. Irritated, I sit up and find Eliza staring at the door too. Before I can speak, a voice calls from the other side of the door. Low but loud enough for me to hear and even somewhat authoritative.“Ma’am Aurora! Ma’am Aurora, are you awake? Lady Catarina has sent me to get you. She said it’s time to begin your duties as a palace maid. ”As I hear those words, I freeze. My mind is struggling to clear the fog of sleep, and nothing makes sense.Lady Catarina? Duties as a palace maid? I turned my gaze to Eliza, who
Aurora’s POV;The door to my room clicked shut behind me, and the first thing I did was spin around in delight, letting out a tiny squeal. I was alone, finally. The evening had been magical, like something from a dream. As much as I hated to admit it, Dante had captivated me completely with his striking features and effortless grace. My heart still fluttered at the memory of him, and a grin spread across my face, an evidence of the excitement I couldn't hide. He had this way of making the world seem more vibrant, more alive… He had away of making himself take the center stage of my mind. Every other thing faded into oblivion when he was there. I flopped onto the edge of the bed, staring at the shimmering fabric of my gown, which seemed to still carry the whispers of the night. Dante’s presence was like a spell. A mad, enchanting spell. When we danced, our steps intertwined like a perfect duet, and then he led me outside, where the moonlight blessed the garden with silvery hues. It