DAY 1 VALERIA’S POINT OF VIEW Being a marked she-wolf had always been my dream until I got to know who my soul mate really was. That dream suddenly turned into a nightmare. I didn’t get the goddess at all. Why punish thousands because of one she-wolf? I mean, she could torture the soul of that female who disobeyed her and stop hating us for no reason. “What are you thinking about?” Azura asked, bringing out a sheet of paper from her bag. Doris had given it to her before we left. She said to bring it out when we were lost. “Why the goddess hates the people she created.” I answered, feeling myself become distant. “She doesn’t hate werewolves, I assure you. Fitia is just upset.” “So upset that she wants to wipe us out of existence. Makes little sense to me.” I stopped walking and looked up at the dark sky in frustration. “Is she really a loving goddess? Because if she was, she wouldn’t want to punish us for something we didn’t do.” Azura immediately hushed me. “Don’
DAY 1: ROYAL PACK LOGAN’S POINT OF VIEW “Logan! Logan!” Melody rushed into the dining room, and her urgency made me lose my appetite despite being in the middle of breakfast. Knowing Melody, she wouldn’t be this serious unless something was terribly amiss. “What’s wrong?” “Vampires.” As I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, my heart pounding in my chest, I headed for the pack training grounds. The smell of blood filled the air, and I scrunched up my nose in disgust. My feet skidded to a halt when I saw bodies laying on the ground—lifeless. I couldn’t comprehend what I was witnessing. We were allies, so why would they attack us? What would they gain from it? The scene before me was a devastating sight that shook me to the core, leaving me searching for answers amidst the chaos and tragedy. “I can’t believe Kieran would betray us like this,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief. “It just can’t be him.” “As much as I wish to believe otherwise, I can’t,” she replied, walking ahea
DAY 2: VALERIA’S POINT OF VIEW The sun slowly crept its way into the room, casting a warm glow on the walls as I reluctantly opened my eyes. The throbbing pain in my head reminded me of the torment I had endured the previous night. Half of the night had been consumed by tears, as the ache of missing my father engulfed me, leaving me feeling hollow and lost. Vladimir’s heinous act, the one that took my father away from me, sent waves of anger coursing through my veins. My blood boiled at the mere thought of that man, knowing that he was responsible for robbing me of the one person who had been my pillar of strength and love. Beside me, Hannah and Azura lay peacefully, seemingly undisturbed by the turmoil that plagued my soul. I couldn’t help but watch Hannah as she slept soundly, her serene expression a stark contrast to the turmoil in my heart. How could she rest so peacefully when her own father had caused such devastation to mine? As the morning light bathed the room in its gent
The news of Aethra’s death shattered every ounce of hope in me, leaving me feeling utterly lost and broken. My heart ached with sorrow and disbelief that the goddess herself could be the cause of such a tragic loss. Aethra had been a hope and her untimely demise felt like a cruel punishment aimed directly at us. It was as if the world itself had turned against us, and the despair threatened to crush my spirit. As Rhea joined me on the grass, her comforting presence eased some of the burden in my heart. The thought of Zayne, unaware of my whereabouts and vulnerable to danger, gnawed at my mind. I couldn’t shake off the fear that Mavros might have already set his sights on him, putting my brother at risk. The unknown fate that awaited Zayne haunted me, making it difficult to find peace. “Something is bothering you,” she pointed out, looking ahead. “Do you want to tell me about it? I could be of help if you let me in.” “I want to see my brother,” I expressed, the longing evident in my
DAY 2 Layton slowly approached me, his eyes never leaving mine. He looked at me as if he was amused, excited even. It made me wonder how Layton would actually look at me if he wasn’t possessed by Mavros and his demonic wolf. As he got closer, all I could think of was how screwed up my life was. Nothing ever went my way. “You came.” He spoke calmly, looking over my shoulder and to where Aspro stood with Rhea. “And you’re not alone.” “I want my brother.” I demanded, matching the intensity in his eyes. “You are not in a position to be making demands, Valeria.” I pursed my lips in disapproval, still glaring at him. “What do I do?” “What?” “What do I have to do before you give him to me?” I repeated, lowering my gaze. Even though the beastly part of me hated how I was submitting in a way, I had no choice. Pride would get me nowhere right now. He had the power. He seemed taken aback by my offer for a moment and then he smiled. A full, genuine smile. “You really care abou
DAY 3 Another funeral in less than two weeks. Only this time, I didn’t have a brother to tell me it was okay and that he had my back. My sister was there, but she didn’t get me like Zayne did. He knew what ticked me off and what would make me smile like a fool for hours. He knew everything about me. Hell, there was no better soul mate than Zayne.“Your majesty,” Logan looked in my direction. “Do you have something to say?”Yes.Would I like to say them in front of hundreds of people? No.Instead of speaking, I walked to where Zayne’s casket was. His eyes were shut and his face, expressionless. His body was still and so was his heart. My brother was indeed dead.“We will meet again. Rest well.” I kissed his forehead and walked away.It wasn’t a lie, though. We would meet again. I wasn’t certain we would survive the goddess’ curse, so we definitely would meet again. Perhaps in a few months or years. As I walked away from my brother and the rest of the pack, I couldn’t help
DAY 4; THRID PERSON’S POINT OF VIEW. Melody walked through the waterfall and was met with three men standing guard. It was just like Hannah had told them. Melody was a skilled fighter, so taking them out was very easy. When she saw the first man turn to ashes, she smiled triumphantly. The kill excited her.“Gamma,” A female warrior called her attention. “Do we call in the Alpha now?”Melody kept silent and listened for footsteps, and when she heard nothing, she gave the woman an OK nod. The young warrior sent Valeria a link immediately, telling her she could come in. Valeria let the rest know and together, they went in.Hannah felt as if she was betraying her father, but she also knew it was the right thing to do. She wanted to have allies from the other kingdoms, and she knew it would be impossible if her father remained king. He made the griffins seem like terrible people. It was true that some griffins were rotten to core though.“Where is the throne room?” Valeria aske
DAY 5; REALM OF THE GODS (ALYNTHI) “She killed him without thinking twice.” Fitia commented as she looked into a flowing river. She often mated souls here.“She’s stronger than you think.” Aspro said, and she spun to look at him. “Lift that curse, Fitia.”“Why should I do that? Her kind disobeyed me and they must pay.”“Do you realize how stupid you sound? Valeria wasn’t even born when that she-wolf disobeyed you. Why must she suffer for a crime she didn’t commit?”“I don’t care if she wasn’t the one. They must all die.”Aspro stared at her incredulously. In all his years, he never thought he would hear Fitia speak unreasonably. It just wasn’t like her to act in such a manner.“You aren’t even mad at them, are you?”“What?”“Don’t play dumb, Fitia. It doesn’t suit you.” He took a step towards her, “You are mad at Ophelia for disobeying you and you’re taking out that anger on innocent people.”“I am not.”“Yes, you are.”Fitia’s raised her hand midair to stop Aspro from say
THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW After Lucien had run away from Valeria, he found himself wandering back to the vampire kingdom, a place shrouded in mystery and grandeur. The kingdom was hidden from the mortal world, concealed within the depths of a dense, enchanted forest. Tall, ancient trees with gnarled branches loomed over the entrance, serving as the guardians of their world.As he stepped inside, the atmosphere changed instantly. The air was tinged with an otherworldly energy, and a soft, bluish hue cast an ethereal glow over the surroundings. The architecture of the kingdom was a mesmerizing blend of Gothic elegance and supernatural magnificence. Elaborate spires and towering castles adorned the landscape, seemingly carved out of dark obsidian and adorned with intricate carvings that depicted the history of their kind.The people of the vampire kingdom were a graceful race. They possessed an ageless beauty, with pale, flawless skin and striking, hypnotic eyes that ranged from deep
I wanted to stop hating him. I wanted to stop pushing him away and let him be the father he wanted to be to me, yet I couldn't get myself to do it. How could you turn his back on me for more than twenty years and suddenly show up out of thin air and save me from whatever was in that realm? Whatever was that necklace? I knew I needed to ask someone about the necklace and its powers and there were only two people who came to mind. Lucien and Aspro. I couldn't ask father about it because he would clearly know something happened and I couldn't risk anyone finding out about what happened between me and Lucien. I'd worked so hard to get to where I am now. But our meeting would have to wait until it was sundown. Lucien being a vampire meant I would be unable to see him unless the sun was down. I took the opportunity to go around the pack and see if anything needed my attention. I arrived at one of the pack houses, a three story building that looked a bit ancient. Beautifully ancient, tho
As I lay in a deep sleep, I found myself in a vivid dream, walking through a dark and mysterious room. There were sounds of a waterfall; a peaceful sound to my troubled soul. In the distance, I caught sight of Lucien, but what caught my eyes was the necklace around his neck. I found myself moving closer to him, reaching out to him for some reason. With each step I took forward, the necklace glowed brightly as though repulsed by me. "Lucien," I heard myself say, allowing my hand fall to my side. He simply shook his head, lifted his hands to his neck and unclasped the necklace. It fell to the ground and shattered into a million pieces. I lifted my head from the mess to his face and before my eyes, he began to disappear."Lucien?" I ran forward to get a hold of him, but I was too late. He'd completely disappeared before I could get to him.What exactly was that?Confused, I got down on my knees and picked up the pieces of the teal necklace. Although odd, I found myself forgetting about
My birthday ended with me sitting in my balcony with my head in my hands. Jean’s words struck me hard. How could she say such a thing to me? I didn’t get it. Was she possessed by the devil when she said those things to me? “Do I have to be like you for you to be happy? Loveless? Without a father?” I wasn’t without a father. I had a father. Only he didn’t want me. He did not even bother to show up for my birthday. My hands found the necklace clasp and I undid it before holding it in midair. I couldn’t stop the resentment and disappointment that rapidly grew the more I stared at the necklace. “I hate you.” Before I could change my mind, I tossed the necklace off the balcony and went into my room. I plopped on my bed and began taking off my shoes. It hurt too much. How girls coped with this was truly beyond me. A sigh of relief escaped me when I wiggled my free toes. A refreshing moment after a long day. My mind went back to the moment Blade asked Jean to get on her knees and apologi
“It is good to finally see you.” He was just as I remembered. Tall, well built, alluring black eyes and hair. He wore a simple shirt and buttoned it up fully to support the elegant tie he’s wearing. On top of the shirt was a stylish belt with a narrow V-line. His double breasted jacket was a solid color with patterns which radiated finesse. His pants match his suit jacket and are a perfect fit for his shoes. An elegant pair of brogue monkstraps. This man was still the same. I couldn’t let him know I knew who he was or how I met him. “Do I know you?” “Oh, no. My name is Lucien. Lucien Dracmon.” It had been four years since I made him drown in the waters of loss. It was the reason he did not remember me. My eyes moved to his neck. He had that darn teal necklace on him. I could feel its presence. It probably was the reason I was feeling some kind of way. I held my hand out for a handshake. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lucien.” When he shook hands with me, I quickly pulled away with
After my conversation with Leah, I could not find it in me to sleep. I refused to believe she said those things to me and even called me by my name as though we were friends or even family. How dare she? The more I thought about it, the more annoyed I got. Who did she think she was? A mere maid spoke to me in such a manner. What was this world turning into? “Why? It’s not as if you’re going to marry him one day. Someone else has to.” Was she in love with Blade? No. It couldn’t be. She just got here. “Damn it!” I yanked the sheets off myself. “That crazy, little bitch who doesn’t know her place.” I clenched my fists. “Oh, I wish I could just strangle life out of her and make her beg for mercy.” No, no. That goes against angel rules. I cannot kill someone unless I have enough proof that they’re awful. I threw my hands into the air, frustrated. “Can’t I kill this one?” A glowing piece of paper appeared in my room—the set of rules angels were to follow. The number one rule was to ne
The past five days were stressful for various reasons. One being that Leah always somehow found a way to be around my brother and he always let her. Could he not see what I was seeing? Secondly, Dimitri and Jean kept ignoring each other and pretending the other was invincible. I could see how hard it was for them to be like that with each other, yet they continued. The third reason for my stress was my birthday that would take place tomorrow. I was not someone to bother about my birthday, but I couldn’t stop myself from worrying because Esme Von Stein would be attending. Things could get bad between herself, Jean and Dimitri. The fourth reason was because father would not change his mind about Blade leaving after my birthday. I was yet to come up with a way to convince him to let Blade stay home with us. So, you see, this past few days were tiring. A lot of things had to be taken care of. I couldn’t tell mother about it or she’d become worried. She already had a lot on her plate an
We sat in the dining room with everyone in the family save for Aunt Ared and Uncle Logan. They had traveled yesterday for an important meeting on behalf of my mother. Though they were absent, Aunt Melody and Uncle Carter were present but I could sense they wished they weren’t here because of Blade’s accusing stare. “Here’s the thing, son.” Father began, pouring himself a glass of juice. “We wanted to see you, but your teachers insisted we stayed back. They said it’d make you want to learn quickly so that you’d come home. We had no choice. We wanted the best for you, so we hearkened to their advice.” “And you want me to go back after Caidyn’s birthday?” Mother responded. “Yes.” Blade dropped his spoon. “No.” Father’s left eyebrow rose. “No?” “I believe I said that. I won’t go back there. Not now, not ever.” “You have to stay there until you can completely control your abilities. It’s for your own good.” “I am twenty years old, dad. I know what is good for me and going back there
Fluffy white wings stretched out of my back and cast a shadow over me, covering me as though they were shields. That wasn’t the problem, though. At the bottom of my wings, there was fire that did not appear to cause me or my cloth any harm. It just burned. In the middle of my head was a crescent moon that glowed. “They are burning,” I heard someone say. “How are they white if she is the demigod of Night and shadows?” Another asked. “Perhaps it’s a demigod thing.” The murmurs died down when Medros lifted a fisted hand. “Caidyn Romero, angel of Night and shadows, please return to your home in the mortal realm. It has been done.” Despite my surprise and confusion, I bowed deeply before opening a portal to the mortal realm and going into it. The living room was where the portal led to. Mother sat there, hand under her chin as she stared into space. Jean and Dimitri sat on separate couches, both avoiding the other because of Dimitri’s discovery. Jean’s sister, Yvonne; a feisty eighte