Emrys’ POV
How does one describe such pain as the pain I saw twisted into the beautiful features of my mate, her porcelain skin drawn together in confusion, deep ocean eyes darkened with a million of questions that I’m not too sure I could answer, and through our mate bond, I could feel everything go silent.
I could feel my Luna’s emotions detach themselves from the bond only to wilt together into some deep part of her, thoughts running rapid, and the way she opened her pouty, perfect lips just to shut them again in disbelief made me want to pass away.
“Lessie-” I started, trying to find the words that I wished would come to me so I may comfort her, but I feel short.
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“Blood Moon Ball?”He hummed in response and continued to work on his paper, acting as if his words hadn’t just struck some chord within me, and Laker raised an eyebrow as he looked up from his conversation with one of the guards.
Mr.Serafino Aconite watched as Emrys led his meeting with ease, his hands clasped behind his tall standing and black fighting leather covered back while all of his pack mates listened to the Alpha Knight as if his word was the holy gospel; to most, it was -if not more- equally important to the holy gospel to almost every single person in that meeting hall.“He has grown quite… Well. If that’s the correct word, I’m not for sure, but he seems much more adult than last time,” Aconite noted, his eyes following Emrys as we stood atop one of the passing bridges inside the palace, peering down towards the room.I nodded and moved my hands to rest upon my baby bump. “Ever since his f
“Magick can be, just like everything else in this world, good, evil, or neutral. It depends on your soul and intentions, rather than the actual magick itself; for example, take levitation telekinesis… One could lift a glass of cold water using their mind and give it to the deprived or dump that water upon someone's head - it’s all in the matter of the person's intentions,”“But what if they don’t know or understand their intentions?”“If the intentions are not known or understood, that welcomes anxiety within oneself which can lead to unexpected outbursts of power; it’s a dangerous gamble.”“How does one figure out their intentions?” I asked as I
“How is your wound Thomas?” I asked as Thomas entered into Emrys’ office, his blue doe eyes larger than usual, a rosy blush kissing over the bridge of his nose and dripping onto his lightly freckled cheeks which gave him the facade of being a little boy, and I chuckled as his head popped up.“Oh,” He chuckled nervously and rose his hand up to nervously itch the back of his neck, his chocolate brown hair a little messy. “I, um, didn’t realized you’d be here already Luna,”“Am I not supposed to be early?” I teased and put the book about northern climate environments that I happened to be browsing back in Emrys’ personal bookshelf and nodded for Thomas to sit.
Emrys and Laker couldn’t help but keep glancing towards me as we made our way through the a few of the old spy tunnels, besides the mint blue streak of lighting which projected itself outward from the flashlight a few of us held, darkness seized us from every direction; Emrys held a flashlight in one hand and my hand in the other.His warmth did much to comfort me and Cassandra as we craved Emrys and Atticus more and more as the pregnancy progressed, it was as if our baby could recognize their father nearby and something inside me could already tell this baby was going to not only own my mates heart but his soul.Arrow and Thomas walked silently behind us, Arrow with his own flashlight and every so often he would ramble off about some history of the tunnel reminding me of Chelsa. Th
Her gown was trumpet cut and looked to be made up of an ivory silk and tulle, gold lacing paired with crystal beading cupped her breasts like a relaxed armour while white peacock feathers finishing out the skirt which dragged behind her, and her ringlets of moonlight blonde curls skimmed the top of where her back ended. Her sleeves were nonexistent except for the gold chain that rested right over the tops of her collarbones.Next to the iridescent lady walked a man, tall enough to be over six foot, and his skin of almond and his hair of combed back honey brown that was kissed with streaks of blond, and his clothing looked almost like Emrys’ fighting leathers just… Older.Instead of the sleek and skin tightness of today’s standards, the black leather was more loose fitting and
My surroundings faded back out and into the reality I had left, my friends and mate unchanged as if no time had passed from my spontaneous time travel blurb, and Emrys chuckled before looking over at me.“You alright Love? You’ve been a bit quiet,”When I didn’t respond, Emrys’ smile dropped and he took a step forward; Arrow and Thomas stepped into the room which we had entered from, murmuring something about double checking surrounds, and Laker was too busy with a nose dug into his journal. Laker insisted, with Ostana pushing the idea, to keep track of everything we see.Emrys reached up and rested a comforting hand on my cheek, his thumb beginning to rub small and delicate circles upon my chee
*Emrys’ POV*“And,” King Anton looked out across the long table with all of his department heads, the only person missing was faraway in France with her mate, and my mate sat next to me; Celeste’s hand resting atop my knee.Atticus, wherever he was inside of me, hummed in silent contentment. He wanted so desperately to take over, hold our mate, feel our child within her kick, but Atticus felt guilty; images of the battlefield, stained with our warriors' blood, flashed in and out of my head.Goosebumps tattooed my skin and I clenched my teeth to hold back anything and everything I currently felt, the tremors that wanted to dance within my hands were forced to hold still with my clenching fist.
Emrys held my hand after all my tests for the night were done; it was about three in the morning now and together, Emrys and I laid on the hospital bed. Outside, lanterns lit up an orange hue as it was snowing and I still couldn’t believe I had been asleep for months. When I had gone into my coma, I guess the doctors thought it would only be a week long and were happy about it due to my leg being broken, among many other scratches and bruises; but when I just kept sleeping, they had gotten scared. No one was sure if the Luna Knight was gonna see the light of day again…Word had seemingly gotten out about the loss of our baby too because flowers among flowers piled into the room, many fresh, and my heart bled for all those that cared; I wished I had been awake to thank everyone. Emrys seemed very happy to see me as when we both saw each other only a few hours ago, the only thing we did was hold each other and cry. Crying was a nice way of getting everything out, and especially now th
Emrys walked through the door, sunflowers and yellow roses in hand, and as our daughter hugged his leg, he walked straight towards me with a beaming smile. “My darling,” He spoke as we embraced each other, his scent never changing from the comforting pine, and I hugged him as tight as possible. He had only been gone a month, which was long enough, but not the longest he had ever been gone either. “My love,” I responded and I could feel our daughter still hugging his leg, making me chuckle, and pulling away just enough to see his face. I could see the wear and tear battle had done to him. His eyes are darker now, skin a bit darker too, and his hair now kissed his shoulder blades; he had lost weight but gained more muscles and I could tell he hadn’t much food just by a hug. “Daddy! Guess what!?” Our beauty spoke, standing up and joining our hug. Emrys smiled as he looked at her, love flooding out from his eyes and I could tell how much he had missed her. “What?” “Momma made hone
I gritted my teeth as I felt my body grow hot.“Get. The Fuck. Off of him.” My words were as sweet as venom, Cassandra growled so fiercely, I could feel the vibration in my feet and I knew from how the lamp buzzed, it also felt the power I had just released from myself.But… Emrys.My mate, my beloved Emrys, was there on the bed that was full of tattered blankets and unkept dirtiness, naked; the man who towered over him was none other than that of a worthless, vile, and disgusting wolf - James.James’ hair was longer now, face dirty with grime, and he definitely went downhill from his time playing daddy dearest. The clothes he wore matched the bed: tattered, dirty, and most of all, stained. With what? Who the fuck knows. I didn’t want to know. Cassandra decided that she wanted power, all of it, instantly and immediately took over my body without a single dread of hesitation; my body shifted into my white wolf, my paws hitting the dirty cement and flinging myself forward, my body sla
Emrys’ POV“So, Alpha,” The title name spit out with such mockery I could’ve shivered but there was no energy left, not as I laid almost naked on top of the bed in a room that had two shattered windows but were levels up; sometimes I had almost thought of-I opened my eyes barely as I heard James drown on and on, just as he always does.Celeste’s POVBlood kissed my nose as Emeric and I made our way quietly down the passage, the cold and eerie place gave me the chills; Cassandra took over half of me but I forced her to save her energy for whoever the fuck had my mate.Last night, we came up with a plan - more than just one - and together we all went over it immensely. We slept until two hours before sunrise and let the waxing gibbous phase light our way; the pack was and usually is, defenseless without a leader and most of the time when they tried to gather the pack which stole our people, they either moved or disappeared completely. Emeric brought a LOT to the table, showing them ga
The golden rays glimmered off my dirty hands, the warmth welcoming me and washing over my body just as the morning dew had done to the variety of plants I looked out on just a few moments ago; there were a few small clouds in the sky, a slight breeze hugging me. A bird, maybe a swallow, sang a sweet song not so far away from me as I found a boulder to sit down on for a quick moment as I caught my breath and gave my feet a moment of rest; closing my eyes, I let the quietness surround me. A butterfly flapped its wings, working hard to get pollen, my ears catching the light and ‘dum dump’ sound.Wildflowers from somewhere drifted with the wind, dancing into my nostrils and relaxing my brain. “Goddess,” I cringed at the voice, my mood instantly dampening with the sound. “I would kill for some Arby’s right now, damn,”“I bet Emrys would too,” I scoffed and took in a deep breath, readying myself for the climbing of this mountain; driving would tip off not only people of the kingdom but a
“Holy fucking Goddess,” I didn’t mean to practically shout the foul language but what else is one supposed to do when all they see is an eight foot pale monster made up of gangly pale blue limbs, wide set teeth, a face with no eyes, and it’s currently crawling towards you now on all fours instead of just walk-“Celeste!” Emeric called from somewhere, my body wanting to follow him although I was frozen in what, shock? Fear? Complete nothingness?In an instant, I am grabbed and pulled into a separate corridor; the air from my lungs escaping and not seeming to find any way back to me as soon as a hand then covers both my lips stopping any and all forms of sound. Silent.Silent.Sil-A scream like screech sounded immediately from somewhere to the East of us, echoing down the halls and vibrating the stoney ground beneath us, Emeric tightened the grasp he had on my lips, not shutting down the airflow but making sure I stayed silent; maybe he just needed a reminder that their was indeed an
“Wait,” Emeric said as I decided to start making my way down the stairs, hoping not to fall and break my ass or worse, and I turned to face him. Emeric held out some type and a bandage, I saw he had already taken care of his own palm. “You need to wrap that, no need in drawing in things we don’t want,” “Oh,” Stepping back up the few stairs and finally meeting his presence, I held out my palm and let him do his thing; his words echoed into my head. Things.Not people or monsters or demons, but things.What the hell was I getting myself and my unborn baby into?It was odd to think like that, odd to realize I was putting my baby -our baby- in danger but I had to do this. I had to save my love, my father to my baby, my mate. I didn’t know what kind of danger he was in but there was something; something was a matter. Just didn’t know what. Emeric said that he wished to go down the stairs first, unsure of what would be awaiting us at the bottom of them and I agreed. I wanted to protect
I tried to peel open my eyes but the constant hammer pounding the insides of my brain forced them to stay shut, some type of dried liquid - not sure if it’s blood or snot or mud - caked my face and I twitched my finger every now and then to make sure I was alive.Heat and coldness somehow both took over my body, sending me into some sort of shock and I felt so goddamn helpless.Celeste, I don’t want to die after all…Celeste’s POV“Are you okay lately?” Ostana asked as she came up to my side, Vera just glancing around at the world, the blue of her baby eyes hadn't worn off just yet and her skin seemed to become more golden everyday. I pulled my blonde hair into a high pony, looking at the mirror, and grabbed some lotion before rubbing it onto my pregnancy belly. The stretch marks made their appearance but they weren’t horrible; they just made me want to itch all the time. With a sigh, I responded. “I don’t know… Not hearing from Rhys has really worried me, I’ve written him two more
Emeric, with no surprise, rummaged through my cabinets with ease and decided that some lunchable that Emrys probably bought some time ago and sat down at the table; Ostana, who told me that she’d kill me if I didn’t let her in on this, sat not far from him and glared with spite.“Can you not eat all the fucking time?” She sneered, apparently she didn’t like him either. Emeric laughed and shoved a piece of pepperoni in his mouth. “You have fire, I like it,” With a spark in his eye, he then looked towards me. “Or should I be saying that to you?”Before I could conjure up some smart ass response, Cassandra took hold and did something we rarely did and used her Luna presence to growl lowly; even though Emeric was strong in whatever position he held, I was still a Luna and he was still below me. Immediately I felt Cassandra take control over half my body, I could feel the strength in half my body increase tenfold and I knew my other eye was gold with her presence. Talons grew out of my o