The royal pack stood solemnly in front of my father's grave, all dressed in black, paying their final respects to our deceased king. My heart felt torn, and I could sense the deep wounds within me, bleeding a river of grief. I stood sandwiched between my brothers, Logan and Zayne, my eyes fixed on the lifeless body of the most loveliest man I had ever known.He lay there, still and motionless, his eyes shut forever. Oh, how I longed to hear his heartbeat once more, to listen to his gentle breathing. I wished, with every fiber of my being, that he would rise from the coffin and declare this all to be a sick joke. I hoped my father would approach me, embracing me in a warm hug, promising that he would never leave my side.But the cruel reality sank in—the painful truth that would never change. I lived in a world of magic and wonder, yet no sorcerer could bring back my father. He was gone, forever taken from my brother and me.I turned my gaze away from the lifeless body in the gold-colo
THIRD PERSON’S POINT OF VIEW Valeria embarked on her journey to Cedo, a mystical forest where the legendary Oracle of the goddess resided. The woman was reputed to be one of the most powerful beings loved specially by the goddess herself, possessing a multitude of extraordinary abilities that had manifested since she was only seven years old. Whenever people faced difficulties, they sought her counsel, but Valeria couldn’t shake her fear that Doris might be unable to assist her with her predicament. Valeria stood hesitantly at the forest’s entrance, clutching her backpack tightly. All around her, the sounds of the wilderness enveloped her senses—the beasts of the forest making their primal calls, the melodious chirping of birds, and the gentle swaying of treetops in the wind. The idyllic scene masked the imminent danger that lurked within. With every step she took into the dense foliage, Valeria’s senses heightened. She remained on high alert, well aware that her so-called mate poss
WARNING: I WAS IN MY TOXIC WEREWOLF BOOK ERA WHEN I WROTE THIS. I RECENTLY REWROTE THIS, SO NO ONE IS CONFUSED. DESCRIPTION OF RAPE. MY HEART GOES OUT TO VICTIMS WHO HAD TO EXPERIENCE SUCH A THING. YOU ARE SO STRONG! I LOVE YOU ALL. THIRD PERSON’S POINT OF VIEW Hidden away in the cloak of the night’s blackness, a man succumbed to an uncontrollable frenzy, his sanity slipping away like grains of sand through an hourglass. Above his head, the twinkling stars adorned the canvas of the night sky, oblivious to the horrors unfolding below. Their beauty, a stark contrast to the grotesque scene beneath them, seemed to mock the savagery of his actions. His once-human eyes now glinted with a feral intensity, a haunting glimpse into the depths of madness that consumed him. Blood splattered across his disheveled appearance, a chilling testimony to the lives he had mercilessly taken only moments ago. The metallic scent of death clung to the air, mingling with the scent of freshly disturbed earth
THIRD PERSON’S POINT OF VIEW With Karina in his arms, he continued his journey to Mountain Mulnora where the person who knew of how to get rid of him was. He looked down at the woman he was carrying and smiled. She really knew how to make a wolf happy with the body she had. If she was a mated she-wolf, he would have hunted down her mate and killed him. Olethros didn’t really feel the mate bond with Valerie as it was the will of the moon goddess. She knew it would cloud his thoughts, so if there were to be some sort of emotional attraction, it would be from a human vessel. But in a situation where a god had taken control of your body and chosen to make the life of your mate a living hell, there was nothing much one could do. All Layton could do was watch as a psychotic god of destruction and his demonic wolf killed everyone. The death of pack members were all because of Mavros and Olethros. Layton never wanted it, but he could do nothing about it. It was two against one, and he knew
VALERIA’S POINT OF VIEWAzura and I were now on the path with Olethros’ scent all over it. It was terrifying. I knew he had gotten intimate with someone because I went through hell. I didn’t mind though because I was done with him. Done with being the mate of a monster. He could sleep around all he wants. What I wanted to know was why I felt the pain. We weren’t even bonded. It was probably the work of the goddess.“Are you sure you can walk? I mean, after what happened to you,” Azura was concerned.“I can.” I told her, “What I am feeling doesn’t really matter. I just need to get rid of Layton.”She abruptly stopped walking and faced me, “Doris said something about your Father’s death. Do you think it’s possible that Layton didn’t kill your father?”“He killed my father. He even had the audacity to send me a note saying he had kept a gift in my father’s room.”I felt a lump in my throat as I remembered that dreadful day. Layton killed him and it was more than enough to want him dead.
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
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